Война и мир

Chapter 7

           

           Somefifteenmenwithmerryshoutswereshakingdownthehighwattlewallofashed,theroofofwhichhadalreadybeenremoved.

           “Nowthen,alltogether—shove!”criedthevoices,andthehugesurfaceofthewall,sprinkledwithsnowandcreakingwithfrost,wasseenswayinginthegloomofthenight.Thelowerstakescrackedmoreandmoreandatlastthewallfell,andwithitthemenwhohadbeenpushingit.Loud,coarselaughterandjoyousshoutsensued.

           “Nowthen,catchholdintwos!Handupthelever!That’sit....Whereareyoushovingto?”

           “Now,alltogether!Butwaitamoment,boys...Withasong!”

           Allstoodsilent,andasoft,pleasantvelvetyvoicebegantosing.Attheendofthethirdverseasthelastnotediedaway,twentyvoicesroaredoutatonce:“Oo-oo-oo-oo!That’sit.Alltogether!Heaveaway,boys!...”butdespitetheirunitedeffortsthewattlehardlymoved,andinthesilencethatfollowedtheheavybreathingofthemenwasaudible.

           “Here,youoftheSixthCompany!Devilsthatyouare!Lendahand...willyou?Youmaywantusoneofthesedays.”

           SometwentymenoftheSixthCompanywhowereontheirwayintothevillagejoinedthehaulers,andthewattlewall,whichwasaboutthirty-fivefeetlongandsevenfeethigh,movedforwardalongthevillagestreet,swaying,pressinguponandcuttingtheshouldersofthegaspingmen.

           “Getalong...Falling?Whatareyoustoppingfor?Therenow....”

           Merrysenselesswordsofabuseflowedfreely.

           “Whatareyouupto?”suddenlycametheauthoritativevoiceofasergeantmajorwhocameuponthemenwhowerehaulingtheirburden.

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