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"Shall we go to Germany with your father?" asked Boris, as he sat at a window with Helena, enjoying the long twilight. "No, my Boris," she answered; "we will go to Kinesma." "But Helena, golubchik, mon ange, are you in earnest?" "Yes, my Boris. The last letter from your our cousin Nadejda convinces me that the step must be taken.
These things may seem foolish now when one knows what followed them, but the happiness of that morning at least was real. Perhaps all over Europe there were men, at that moment, happy as I was, because they had proved something to themselves. Then Nikitin called to me, laughing. "All right, I'm coming," I answered. "Listen, golubchik," I called to the soldier. "Bring me some water in your kettle.
There were here two Sisters whom I did not know, several doctors, one of them a fat little army doctor who had often been a visitor to our Otriad. The latter greeted Nikitin warmly, nodded to me. He was a gay, merry little man with twinkling eyes. "Noo tak. Fine, our hospital, don't you think? Plenty to do this night, my friend. Here, golubchik, this way.... Finger, is it? Oh! that's nothing.
Well, that's the Alliance in very truth ... yes.... How's London, gentlemen? Yes, golubchik, that small tin the grey one. No, durak, the small one. Dr. Semyonov sent a message. Pray make yourselves comfortable, but don't raise your heads. They may turn their minds in this direction at any moment again. We've had them once already this afternoon. That you, Ivan Leontievitch?
In my own experience I have never known the bursting of shell to sound in the least like a stone in water. But he insists on the accuracy of this. Throughout this and the succeeding chapters there are many statements for which I have only his authority. A little bunch of soldiers crouched here, watching, Nikitin spoke to them. "Here, golubchik ... tell me! what polk?" "Moskovsky, your Honour."
"Sure you can manage?" I asked. "Quite," said Nikitin. "Here, hold his back!... No, durak, his back. Bojé moi, can't you get your arm under? There like that. Horosho, golubchik, horosho ... only a minute! There! There!" I washed my hands and went out. The air caressed my forehead like cold water; from the little garden at the back there came scents of flowers; the moonlight was blue on the common.
Yes, that bandage will do. It's fresh. Hold up his leg. No, durak, under the knee there.... Where's the lint?... Turn him a little there like that. Horosho, golubchik. Seitchass! No, turn it back over the thigh. Now, once more ... that's it. What's that bullet or shrapnel?... Take it back again, over the shoulder.... Yes, twice!"
He made to go on and get away from it all; he started quickly. "Come back, jail-bird!" howled the istvostchik. "I haven't done with you, my golubchik, my little prison-rat. Come back here to me when I bid you. What, you won't? Get on, you!" The last was to the horse, accompanied by a rending slash with the whip.
He tumbled on to the ground a large clasp pocket-knife, a hunk of black bread, a cigarette-case and some old letters. "I had one," he muttered anxiously. "Somewhere, I know...." I heard the Colonel's voice again. "No one touched! There's some more of their precious ammunition wasted.... What about your Ekaterina, Piotr Ivanovitch Ho, ho, ho!... Here, golubchik, the telephone!... Hullo! Hullo!"
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