Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant. Guy de Maupassant

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СКАЧАТЬ had, therefore, bought cannon and rifles, organized a militia, and formed themselves into battalions and companies, and now spent their time drilling all day long in the square. All-bakers, grocers, butchers, lawyers, carpenters, booksellers, chemists-took their turn at military training at regular hours of the day, under the auspices of Monsieur Lavigne, a former noncommissioned officer in the dragoons, now a draper, having married the daughter and inherited the business of Monsieur Ravaudan, Senior.

      He had taken the rank of commanding officer in Rethel, and, seeing that all the young men had gone off to the war, he had enlisted all the others who were in favor of resisting an attack. Fat men now invariably walked the streets at a rapid pace, to reduce their weight and improve their breathing, and weak men carried weights to strengthen their muscles.

      And they awaited the Prussians. But the Prussians did not appear. They were not far off, however, for twice already their scouts had penetrated as far as the forest dwelling of Nicolas Pichon, called Long-legs.

      The old keeper, who could run like a fox, had come and warned the town. The guns had been got ready, but the enemy had not shown themselves.

      Long-legs' dwelling served as an outpost in the Aveline forest. Twice a week the old man went to the town for provisions and brought the citizens news of the outlying district.

      On this particular day he had gone to announce the fact that a small detachment of German infantry had halted at his house the day before, about two o'clock in the afternoon, and had left again almost immediately. The noncommissioned officer in charge spoke French.

      When the old man set out like this he took with him his dogs—two powerful animals with the jaws of lions-as a safeguard against the wolves, which were beginning to get fierce, and he left directions with the two women to barricade themselves securely within their dwelling as soon as night fell.

      The younger feared nothing, but her mother was always apprehensive, and repeated continually:

      "We'll come to grief one of these days. You see if we don't!"

      This evening she was, if possible, more nervous than ever.

      "Do you know what time your father will be back?" she asked.

      "Oh, not before eleven, for certain. When he dines with the commandant he's always late."

      And Berthine was hanging her pot over the fire to warm the soup when she suddenly stood still, listening attentively to a sound that had reached her through the chimney.

      "There are people walking in the wood," she said; "seven or eight men at least."

      The terrified old woman stopped her spinning wheel, and gasped:

      "Oh, my God! And your father not here!"

      She had scarcely finished speaking when a succession of violent blows shook the door.

      As the woman made no reply, a loud, guttural voice shouted:

      "Open the door!"

      After a brief silence the same voice repeated:

      "Open the door or I'll break it down!"

      Berthine took the heavy revolver from its hook, slipped it into the pocket of her skirt, and, putting her ear to the door, asked:

      "Who are you?" demanded the young woman. "What do you want?".

      "The detachment that came here the other day," replied the voice.

      "My men and I have lost our way in the forest since morning. Open the door or I'll break it down!"

      The forester's daughter had no choice; she shot back the heavy bolts, threw open the ponderous shutter, and perceived in the wan light of the snow six men, six Prussian soldiers, the same who had visited the house the day before.

      "What are you doing here at this time of night?" she asked dauntlessly.

      "I lost my bearings," replied the officer; "lost them completely. Then I recognized this house. I've eaten nothing since morning, nor my men either."

      "But I'm quite alone with my mother this evening," said Berthine.

      "Never mind," replied the soldier, who seemed a decent sort of fellow. "We won't do you any harm, but you must give us something to eat. We are nearly dead with hunger and fatigue."

      Then the girl moved aside.

      "Come in;" she said.

      Then entered, covered with snow, their helmets sprinkled with a creamy-looking froth, which gave them the appearance of meringues. They seemed utterly worn out.

      The young woman pointed to the wooden benches on either side of the large table.

      "Sit down," she said, "and I'll make you some soup. You certainly look tired out, and no mistake."

      Then she bolted the door afresh.

      She put more water in the pot, added butter and potatoes; then, taking down a piece of bacon from a hook in the chimney earner, cut it in two and slipped half of it into the pot.

      The six men watched her movements with hungry eyes. They had placed their rifles and helmets in a corner and waited for supper, as well behaved as children on a school bench.

      The old mother had resumed her spinning, casting from time to time a furtive and uneasy glance at the soldiers. Nothing was to be heard save the humming of the wheel, the crackling of the fire, and the singing of the water in the pot.

      But suddenly a strange noise—a sound like the harsh breathing of some wild animal sniffing under the door-startled the occupants of the room.

      The German officer sprang toward the rifles. Berthine stopped him with a gesture, and said, smilingly:

      "It's only the wolves. They are like you—prowling hungry through the forest."

      The incredulous man wanted to see with his own eyes, and as soon as the door was opened he perceived two large grayish animals disappearing with long, swinging trot into the darkness.

      He returned to his seat, muttering:

      "I wouldn't have believed it!"

      And he waited quietly till supper was ready.

      The men devoured their meal voraciously, with mouths stretched to their ears that they might swallow the more. Their round eyes opened at the same time as their jaws, and as the soup coursed down their throats it made a noise like the gurgling of water in a rainpipe.

      The two women watched in silence the movements of the big red beards. The potatoes seemed to be engulfed in these moving fleeces.

      But, as they were thirsty, the forester's daughter went down to the cellar to draw them some cider. She was gone some time. The cellar was small, with an arched ceiling, and had served, so people said, both as prison and as hiding-place during the Revolution. It was approached by means of a narrow, winding staircase, closed by a trap-door at the farther end of the kitchen.

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