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But Dolokhov restarted the conversation which had dropped and began putting direct questions as to how many men there were in the battalion, how many battalions, and how many prisoners. Asking about the Russian prisoners with that detachment, Dolokhov said: "A horrid business dragging these corpses about with one!
Dolokhov asked the Cossack. "The second hundred," replied the Cossack. "Filez, filez!" * Dolokhov kept saying, having adopted this expression from the French, and when his eyes met those of the prisoners they flashed with a cruel light. * "Get along, get along!"
"I bet a hundred on Stevens!" shouted one. "Mind, no holding on!" cried another. "I bet on Dolokhov!" cried a third. "Kuragin, you part our hands." "There, leave Bruin alone; here's a bet on." "At one draught, or he loses!" shouted a fourth.
"I say, come round some evening and we'll have a game of faro!" said Zherkov. "Why, have you too much money?" "Do come." "I can't. I've sworn not to. I won't drink and won't play till I get reinstated." "Well, that's only till the first engagement." "We shall see." They were again silent. "Come if you need anything. One can at least be of use on the staff..." Dolokhov smiled. "Don't trouble.
He leaned his whole massive body across the table. "How dare you take it?" he shouted. Hearing that cry and seeing to whom it was addressed, Nesvitski and the neighbor on his right quickly turned in alarm to Bezukhov. "Don't! Don't! What are you about?" whispered their frightened voices. Dolokhov looked at Pierre with clear, mirthful, cruel eyes, and that smile of his which seemed to say, "Ah!
Afterwards went and paced up and down the large hall. I wished to meditate, but instead my imagination pictured an occurrence of four years ago, when Dolokhov, meeting me in Moscow after our duel, said he hoped I was enjoying perfect peace of mind in spite of my wife's absence. At the time I gave him no answer.
"Oh, Denisov is quite different," replied Nicholas, implying that even Denisov was nothing compared to Dolokhov "you must understand what a soul there is in Dolokhov, you should see him with his mother. What a heart!" "Well, I don't know about that, but I am uncomfortable with him. And do you know he has fallen in love with Sonya?" "What nonsense..." "I'm certain of it; you'll see."
Pierre, hardly restraining his sobs, began running toward Dolokhov and was about to cross the space between the barriers, when Dolokhov cried: "To your barrier!" and Pierre, grasping what was meant, stopped by his saber. Only ten paces divided them.
"Lanciers du 6-me," * replied Dolokhov, neither hastening nor slackening his horse's pace. * "Lancers of the 6th Regiment." The black figure of a sentinel stood on the bridge. "Mot d'ordre." * * "Password." Dolokhov reined in his horse and advanced at a walk. "Dites donc, le colonel Gerard est ici?" * he asked. * "Tell me, is Colonel Gerard here?"
Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men. "Go round! Wait for the infantry!" he exclaimed as Petya rode up to him. "Wait?... Hurrah-ah-ah!" shouted Petya, and without pausing a moment galloped to the place whence came the sounds of firing and where the smoke was thickest.
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