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Having
jerked
out
these
last
words
as
soldiers
do
and
waved
his
arms
as
if
flinging
something
to
the
ground
,
the
drummer
--
a
lean
,
handsome
soldier
of
forty
--
looked
sternly
at
the
singers
and
screwed
up
his
eyes
.
Then
having
satisfied
himself
that
all
eyes
were
fixed
on
him
,
he
raised
both
arms
as
if
carefully
lifting
some
invisible
but
precious
object
above
his
head
and
,
holding
it
there
for
some
seconds
,
suddenly
flung
it
down
and
began
:
"
Oh
,
my
bower
,
oh
,
my
bower
...
!
"
"
Oh
,
my
bower
new
...
!
"
chimed
in
twenty
voices
,
and
the
castanet
player
,
in
spite
of
the
burden
of
his
equipment
,
rushed
out
to
the
front
and
,
walking
backwards
before
the
company
,
jerked
his
shoulders
and
flourished
his
castanets
as
if
threatening
someone
.
The
soldiers
,
swinging
their
arms
and
keeping
time
spontaneously
,
marched
with
long
steps
.
Behind
the
company
the
sound
of
wheels
,
the
creaking
of
springs
,
and
the
tramp
of
horses
'
hoofs
were
heard
.
Kutúzov
and
his
suite
were
returning
to
the
town
.
The
commander
in
chief
made
a
sign
that
the
men
should
continue
to
march
at
ease
,
and
he
and
all
his
suite
showed
pleasure
at
the
sound
of
the
singing
and
the
sight
of
the
dancing
soldier
and
the
gay
and
smartly
marching
men
.
In
the
second
file
from
the
right
flank
,
beside
which
the
carriage
passed
the
company
,
a
blue-eyed
soldier
involuntarily
attracted
notice
.
It
was
Dólokhov
marching
with
particular
grace
and
boldness
in
time
to
the
song
and
looking
at
those
driving
past
as
if
he
pitied
all
who
were
not
at
that
moment
marching
with
the
company
.
The
hussar
cornet
of
Kutúzov
's
suite
who
had
mimicked
the
regimental
commander
,
fell
back
from
the
carriage
and
rode
up
to
Dólokhov
.
Hussar
cornet
Zherkóv
had
at
one
time
,
in
Petersburg
,
belonged
to
the
wild
set
led
by
Dólokhov
.
Zherkóv
had
met
Dólokhov
abroad
as
a
private
and
had
not
seen
fit
to
recognize
him
.
But
now
that
Kutúzov
had
spoken
to
the
gentleman
ranker
,
he
addressed
him
with
the
cordiality
of
an
old
friend
.
"
My
dear
fellow
,
how
are
you
?
"
said
he
through
the
singing
,
making
his
horse
keep
pace
with
the
company
.
"
How
am
I
?
"
Dólokhov
answered
coldly
.
"
I
am
as
you
see
.
"
The
lively
song
gave
a
special
flavor
to
the
tone
of
free
and
easy
gaiety
with
which
Zherkóv
spoke
,
and
to
the
intentional
coldness
of
Dólokhov
's
reply
.
"
And
how
do
you
get
on
with
the
officers
?
"
inquired
Zherkóv
.
