Leo Tolstoy: The Complete Novels and Novellas. Leo Tolstoy

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СКАЧАТЬ it myself in a net in the outhouse. I knew they could not find it. So they left me. Yet after all I recovered. When I went for my balalayka— What was I saying?’ he continued. ‘Listen to me, and keep farther away from the other men or you’ll get killed foolishly. I feel for you, truly: you are a drinker — I love you! And fellows like you like riding up the mounds. There was one who lived here who had come from Russia, he always would ride up the mounds (he called the mounds so funnily, “hillocks”). Whenever he saw a mound, off he’d gallop. Once he galloped off that way and rode to the top quite pleased, but a Chechen fired at him and killed him! Ah, how well they shoot from their gun-rests, those Chechens! Some of them shoot even better than I do. I don’t like it when a fellow gets killed so foolishly! Sometimes I used to look at your soldiers and wonder at them. There’s foolishness for you! They go, the poor fellows, all in a clump, and even sew red collars to their coats! How can they help being hit! One gets killed, they drag him away and another takes his place! What foolishness!’ the old man repeated, shaking his head. ‘Why not scatter, and go one by one? So you just go like that and they won’t notice you. That’s what you must do.’

      ‘Well, thank you! Good-bye, Daddy. God willing we may meet again,’ said Olenin, getting up and moving towards the passage.

      The old man, who was sitting on the floor, did not rise.

      ‘Is that the way one says “Good-bye”? Fool, fool!’ he began. ‘Oh dear, what has come to people? We’ve kept company, kept company for well-nigh a year, and now “Good-bye!” and off he goes! Why, I love you, and how I pity you! You are so forlorn, always alone, always alone. You’re somehow so unsociable. At times I can’t sleep for thinking about you. I am so sorry for you. As the song has it:

      “It is very hard, dear brother, In a foreign land to live.”

      So it is with you.’

      ‘Well, good-bye,’ said Olenin again.

      The old man rose and held out his hand. Olenin pressed it and turned to go.

      ‘Give us your mug, your mug!’

      And the old man took Olenin by the head with both hands and kissed him three times with wet moustaches and lips, and began to cry.

      ‘I love you, good-bye!’

      Olenin got into the cart.

      ‘Well, is that how you’re going? You might give me something for a remembrance. Give me a gun! What do you want two for?’ said the old man, sobbing quite sincerely.

      Olenin got out a musket and gave it to him.

      ‘What a lot you’ve given the old fellow,’ murmured Vanyusha, ‘he’ll never have enough! A regular old beggar. They are all such irregular people,’ he remarked, as he wrapped himself in his overcoat and took his seat on the box.

      ‘Hold your tongue, swine!’ exclaimed the old man, laughing. ‘What a stingy fellow!’

      Maryanka came out of the cowshed, glanced indifferently at the cart, bowed and went towards the hut.

      ‘La fille!’ said Vanyusha, with a wink, and burst out into a silly laugh.

      ‘Drive on!’ shouted Olenin, angrily.

      ‘Good-bye, my lad! Good-bye. I won’t forget you!’ shouted Eroshka.

      Olenin turned round. Daddy Eroshka was talking to Maryanka, evidently about his own affairs, and neither the old man nor the girl looked at Olenin.

      War and Peace

      First published : 1865-1869

      Translation : Aylmer Maude (1858-1938) & Louise Maude (1855-1939)

       Book One: 1805

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter СКАЧАТЬ