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War And Peace
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asked, turning to Lavrushka.
"I havent been in the room. It must be where you put it."
"But it isnt?..."
"Youre always like that; you thwow a thing down anywhere and forget
it. Feel in your pockets."
"No, if I hadnt thought of it being a treasure," said Rostov,
"but I remember putting it there."
Lavrushka turned all the bedding over, looked under the bed and
under the table, searched everywhere, and stood still in the middle of
the room. Denisov silently watched Lavrushkas movements, and when the
latter threw up his arms in surprise saying it was nowhere to be found
Denisov glanced at Rostov.
"Wostov, youve not been playing schoolboy twicks..."
Rostov felt Denisovs gaze fixed on him, raised his eyes, and
instantly dropped them again. All the blood which had seemed congested
somewhere below his throat rushed to his face and eyes. He could not
draw breath.
"And there hasnt been anyone in the room except the lieutenant
and yourselves. It must be here somewhere," said Lavrushka.
"Now then, you devils puppet, look alive and hunt for it!"
shouted Denisov, suddenly, turning purple and rushing at the man
with a threatening gesture. "If the purse isnt found Ill flog you,
Ill flog you all."
Rostov, his eyes avoiding Denisov, began buttoning his coat, buckled
on his saber, and put on his cap.
"I must have that purse, I tell you," shouted Denisov, shaking his
orderly by the shoulders and knocking him against the wall.
"Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov,
going toward the door without raising his eyes. Denisov paused,
thought a moment, and, evidently understanding what Rostov hinted
at, seized his arm.
"Nonsense!" he cried, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood
out like cords. "You are mad, I tell you. I wont allow it. The
purse is here! Ill flay this scoundwel alive, and it will be found."
"I know who has taken it," repeated Rostov in an unsteady voice, and
went to the door.
"And I tell you, dont you dahe to do it!" shouted Denisov,
rushing at the cadet to restrain him.
But Rostov pulled away his arm and, with as much anger as though
Denisov were his worst enemy, firmly fixed his eyes directly on his
face.
"Do you understand what youre saying?" he said in a trembling
voice. "There was no one else in the room except myself. So that if it
is not so, then..."
He could not finish, and ran out of the room.
"Ah, may the devil take you and evewybody," were the last words
Rostov heard.
Rostov went to Telyanins quarters.
"The master is not in, hes gone to headquarters," said Telyanins
orderly. "Has something happened?" he added, surprised at the
cadets troubled face.
"No, nothing."
"Youve only just missed him," said the orderly.
The headquarters were situated two miles away from Salzeneck, and
Rostov, without returning home, took a horse and rode there. There was
an inn in the village which the officers frequented. Rostov rode up to
it and saw Telyanins horse at the porch.
In the second room of the inn the lieutenant was sitting over a dish
of sausages and a bottle of wine.
"Ah, youve come here too, young man!" he said, smiling and
raising his eyebrows.
"Yes," said Rostov as if it cost him a great deal to utter the word;
and he sat down at the nearest table.
Both were silent. There were two Germans and a Russian officer in
the room. No one spoke and the only sounds heard were the clatter of
knives and the munching of the lieutenant.
When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a
double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white,
turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his
eyebrows gave it to the waiter.
"Please be quick," he said.
The coin was a new one. Rostov rose and went up to Telyanin.
"Allow me to look at your purse," he said in a low, almost
inaudible, voice.
With shifting eyes but eyebrows still raised, Telyanin handed him
the purse.
"Yes, its a nice purse. Yes, yes," he said, growing suddenly
pale, and added, "Look at it, young man."
Rostov took the purse in his hand, examined it and the money in
it, and looked at Telyanin. The lieutenant was looking about in his
usual way and suddenly seemed to grow very merry.
"If we get to Vienna Ill get rid of it there but in these
wretched little towns theres nowhere to spend it," said he. "Well,
let me have it, young man, Im going."
Rostov did not speak.
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