Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
entered the room.
Rostov thrust the purse under the pillow and shook the damp little
hand which was offered him. Telyanin for some reason had been
transferred from the Guards just before this campaign. He behaved very
well in the regiment but was not liked; Rostov especially detested him
and was unable to overcome or conceal his groundless antipathy to
"Well, young cavalryman, how is my Rook behaving?" he asked. (Rook
was a young horse Telyanin had sold to Rostov.)
The lieutenant never looked the man he was speaking to straight in
the face; his eyes continually wandered from one object to another.
"I saw you riding this morning..." he added.
"Oh, hes all right, a good horse," answered Rostov, though the
horse for which he had paid seven hundred rubbles was not worth half
that sum. "Hes begun to go a little lame on the left foreleg," he
"The hoofs cracked! Thats nothing. Ill teach you what to do and
show you what kind of rivet to use."
"Yes, please do," said Rostov.
"Ill show you, Ill show you! Its not a secret. And its a horse
youll thank me for."
"Then Ill have it brought round," said Rostov wishing to avoid
Telyanin, and he went out to give the order.
In the passage Denisov, with a pipe, was squatting on the
threshold facing the quartermaster who was reporting to him. On seeing
Rostov, Denisov screwed up his face and pointing over his shoulder
with his thumb to the room where Telyanin was sitting, he frowned
and gave a shudder of disgust.
"Ugh! I dont like that fellow," he said, regardless of the
Rostov shrugged his shoulders as much as to say: "Nor do I, but
whats one to do?" and, having given his order, he returned to
Telyanin was sitting in the same indolent pose in which Rostov had
left him, rubbing his small white hands.
"Well there certainly are disgusting people," thought Rostov as he
"Have you told them to bring the horse?" asked Telyanin, getting
up and looking carelessly about him.
"Let us go ourselves. I only came round to ask Denisov about
yesterdays order. Have you got it, Denisov?"
"Not yet. But where are you off to?"
"I want to teach this young man how to shoe a horse," said Telyanin.
They went through the porch and into the stable. The lieutenant
explained how to rivet the hoof and went away to his own quarters.
When Rostov went back there was a bottle of vodka and a sausage on
the table. Denisov was sitting there scratching with his pen on a
sheet of paper. He looked gloomily in Rostovs face and said: "I am
witing to her."
He leaned his elbows on the table with his pen in his hand and,
evidently glad of a chance to say quicker in words what he wanted to
write, told Rostov the contents of his letter.
"You see, my fwiend," he said, "we sleep when we dont love. We
are childwen of the dust... but one falls in love and one is a God,
one is pua as on the first day of cweation... Whos that now? Send
him to the devil, Im busy!" he shouted to Lavrushka, who went up to
him not in the least abashed.
"Who should it be? You yourself told him to come. Its the
quartermaster for the money."
Denisov frowned and was about to shout some reply but stopped.
"Wetched business," he muttered to himself. "How much is left in the
puhse?" he asked, turning to Rostov.
"Seven new and three old imperials."
"Oh, its wetched! Well, what are you standing there for, you
scacwow? Call the quahtehmasteh," he shouted to Lavrushka.
"Please, Denisov, let me lend you some: I have some, you know," said
"Dont like bowwowing from my own fellows, I dont," growled
"But if you wont accept money from me like a comrade, you will
offend me. Really I have some," Rostov repeated.
"No, I tell you."
And Denisov went to the bed to get the purse from under the pillow.
"Where have you put it, Wostov?"
"Under the lower pillow."
"Its not there."
Denisov threw both pillows on the floor. The purse was not there.
"Thats a miwacle."
"Wait, havent you dropped it?" said Rostov, picking up the
pillows one at a time and shaking them.
He pulled off the quilt and shook it. The purse was not there.
"Dear me, can I have forgotten? No, I remember thinking that you
kept it under your head like a treasure," said Rostov. "I put it
just here. Where is it?" he
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