Война и мир

Chapter 4

           

           Pierre,withdowncasteyes,drankoutofhisglasswithoutlookingatDólokhovoransweringhim.Thefootman,whowasdistributingleafletswithKutúzov’scantata,laidonebeforePierreasoneoftheprincipalguests.HewasjustgoingtotakeitwhenDólokhov,leaningacross,snatcheditfromhishandandbeganreadingit.PierrelookedatDólokhovandhiseyesdropped,thesomethingterribleandmonstrousthathadtormentedhimalldinnertimeroseandtookpossessionofhim.Heleanedhiswholemassivebodyacrossthetable.

           “Howdareyoutakeit?”heshouted.

           Hearingthatcryandseeingtowhomitwasaddressed,NesvítskiandtheneighboronhisrightquicklyturnedinalarmtoBezúkhov.

           “Don’t!Don’t!Whatareyouabout?”whisperedtheirfrightenedvoices.

           DólokhovlookedatPierrewithclear,mirthful,crueleyes,andthatsmileofhiswhichseemedtosay,“Ah!ThisiswhatIlike!”

           “Youshan’thaveit!”hesaiddistinctly.

           Pale,withquiveringlips,Pierresnatchedthecopy.

           “You...!you...scoundrel!Ichallengeyou!”heejaculated,and,pushingbackhischair,herosefromthetable.

           Attheveryinstanthedidthisandutteredthosewords,Pierrefeltthatthequestionofhiswife’sguiltwhichhadbeentormentinghimthewholedaywasfinallyandindubitablyansweredintheaffirmative.Hehatedherandwasforeversunderedfromher.DespiteDenísov’srequestthathewouldtakenopartinthematter,RostóvagreedtobeDólokhov’ssecond,andafterdinnerhediscussedthearrangementsfortheduelwithNesvítski,Bezúkhov’ssecond.

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