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"
All
right
.
Fifty
imperials
...
that
I
will
drink
a
whole
bottle
of
rum
without
taking
it
from
my
mouth
,
sitting
outside
the
window
on
this
spot
"
(
he
stooped
and
pointed
to
the
sloping
ledge
outside
the
window
)
"
and
without
holding
on
to
anything
.
Is
that
right
?
"
"
Quite
right
,
"
said
the
Englishman
.
Anatole
turned
to
the
Englishman
and
taking
him
by
one
of
the
buttons
of
his
coat
and
looking
down
at
him
--
the
Englishman
was
short
--
began
repeating
the
terms
of
the
wager
to
him
in
English
.
"
Wait
!
"
cried
Dólokhov
,
hammering
with
the
bottle
on
the
window
sill
to
attract
attention
.
"
Wait
a
bit
,
Kurágin
.
Listen
!
If
anyone
else
does
the
same
,
I
will
pay
him
a
hundred
imperials
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
The
Englishman
nodded
,
but
gave
no
indication
whether
he
intended
to
accept
this
challenge
or
not
.
Anatole
did
not
release
him
,
and
though
he
kept
nodding
to
show
that
he
understood
,
Anatole
went
on
translating
Dólokhov
's
words
into
English
.
A
thin
young
lad
,
an
hussar
of
the
Life
Guards
,
who
had
been
losing
that
evening
,
climbed
on
the
window
sill
,
leaned
over
,
and
looked
down
.
"
Oh
!
Oh
!
Oh
!
"
he
muttered
,
looking
down
from
the
window
at
the
stones
of
the
pavement
.
"
Shut
up
!
"
cried
Dólokhov
,
pushing
him
away
from
the
window
.
The
lad
jumped
awkwardly
back
into
the
room
,
tripping
over
his
spurs
.
Placing
the
bottle
on
the
window
sill
where
he
could
reach
it
easily
,
Dólokhov
climbed
carefully
and
slowly
through
the
window
and
lowered
his
legs
.
Pressing
against
both
sides
of
the
window
,
he
adjusted
himself
on
his
seat
,
lowered
his
hands
,
moved
a
little
to
the
right
and
then
to
the
left
,
and
took
up
the
bottle
.
Anatole
brought
two
candles
and
placed
them
on
the
window
sill
,
though
it
was
already
quite
light
.
Dólokhov
's
back
in
his
white
shirt
,
and
his
curly
head
,
were
lit
up
from
both
sides
.
Everyone
crowded
to
the
window
,
the
Englishman
in
front
.
Pierre
stood
smiling
but
silent
.
One
man
,
older
than
the
others
present
,
suddenly
pushed
forward
with
a
scared
and
angry
look
and
wanted
to
seize
hold
of
Dólokhov
's
shirt
.
"
I
say
,
this
is
folly
!
He
'll
be
killed
,
"
said
this
more
sensible
man
.
Anatole
stopped
him
.
