Война и мир

Chapter 27

           MakárAlexéevich,frowningwithexertion,heldontothepistolandscreamedhoarsely,evidentlywithsomeheroicfancyinhishead.

           “Toarms!Boardthem!No,youshan’tgetit,”heyelled.

           “Thatwilldo,please,thatwilldo.Havethegoodness—please,sir,toletgo!Please,sir...”pleadedGerásim,tryingcarefullytosteerMakárAlexéevichbytheelbowsbacktothedoor.

           “Whoareyou?Bonaparte!...”shoutedMakárAlexéevich.

           “That’snotright,sir.Cometoyourroom,please,andrest.Allowmetohavethepistol.”

           “Beoff,thoubaseslave!Touchmenot!Seethis?”shoutedMakárAlexéevich,brandishingthepistol.“Boardthem!”

           “Catchhold!”whisperedGerásimtotheporter.

           TheyseizedMakárAlexéevichbythearmsanddraggedhimtothedoor.

           Thevestibulewasfilledwiththediscordantsoundsofastruggleandofatipsy,hoarsevoice.

           Suddenlyafreshsound,apiercingfemininescream,reverberatedfromtheporchandthecookcamerunningintothevestibule.

           “It’sthem!Graciousheavens!OLord,fourofthem,horsemen!”shecried.

           GerásimandtheporterletMakárAlexéevichgo,andinthenowsilentcorridorthesoundofseveralhandsknockingatthefrontdoorcouldbeheard.

           

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