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Eh! Vaska! Nesvitsky responded joyfully. But what are you about? The squadron cant advance! roared Vaska Denisov, viciously showing his white teeth, and spurring his handsome, raven thoroughbred Bedouin, which, twitching its ears at the bayonets against which it pricked itself, snorting and shooting froth from its bit, tramped with metallic clang on the boards of the bridge, and seemed ready to leap over the railings, if its rider would let it. What next! like sheep! for all the world like sheep; back make way! Stand there! go to the devil with the waggon! Ill cut you down with my sword! he roared, actually drawing his sword out of the sheath and beginning to brandish it. The soldiers, with terrified faces, squeezed together, and Denisov joined Nesvitsky. How is it youre not drunk to-day? said Nesvitsky, when he came up. They dont even give us time to drink! answered Vaska Denisov. Theyve been dragging the regiment to and fro the whole day. Fightings all very well, but who the devils to know what this is! How smart you are to-day! said Nesvitsky, looking at his new pelisse and fur saddle-cloth. Denisov smiled, pulled out of his sabretache a handkerchief that diffused a smell of scent, and put it to Nesvitskys nose. To be sure, Im going into action! Ive shaved, and cleaned my teeth and scented myself! Nesvitskys imposing figure, accompanied by his Cossack, and the determination of Denisov, waving his sword and shouting desperately, produced so much effect that they stopped the infantry and got to the other end of the bridge. Nesvitsky found at the entry the colonel, to whom he had to deliver the command, and having executed his commission he rode back. Having cleared the way for him, Denisov stopped at the entrance of the bridge. Carelessly holding in his horse, who neighed to get to his companions, and stamped with its foot, he looked at the squadron moving towards him. The clang of the hoofs on the boards of the bridge sounded as though several horses were galloping, and the squadron, with the officers in front, drew out four men abreast across the bridge and began emerging on the other side. The infantry soldiers, who had been forced to stop, crowding in the trampled mud of the bridge, looked at the clean, smart hussars, passing them in good order, with that special feeling of aloofness and irony with which different branches of the service usually meet. Theyre a smart lot! They ought to be on the Podnovinsky! Theyre a great deal of use! Theyre only for show! said another. Infantry, dont you kick up a dust! jested a hussar, whose horse, prancing, sent a spurt of mud on an infantry soldier. I should like to see you after two long marches with the knapsack on your shoulder. Your frogs would be a bit shabby, said the foot-soldier, rubbing the mud off his face with his sleeve; perched up there youre more like a bird than a man! Wouldnt you like to be popped on a horse, Zikin; youd make an elegant rider, jested a corporal at a thin soldier, bowed down by the weight of his knapsack. Put a stick between your legs and youd have a horse to suit you, responded the hussar. |
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