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"
Miláshka
,
dear
!
"
rose
Nicholas
'
triumphant
cry
.
It
looked
as
if
Mílka
would
immediately
pounce
on
the
hare
,
but
she
overtook
him
and
flew
past
.
The
hare
had
squatted
.
Again
the
beautiful
Erzá
reached
him
,
but
when
close
to
the
hare
's
scut
paused
as
if
measuring
the
distance
,
so
as
not
to
make
a
mistake
this
time
but
seize
his
hind
leg
.
"
Erzá
,
darling
!
"
Ilágin
wailed
in
a
voice
unlike
his
own
.
Erzá
did
not
hearken
to
his
appeal
.
At
the
very
moment
when
she
would
have
seized
her
prey
,
the
hare
moved
and
darted
along
the
balk
between
the
winter
rye
and
the
stubble
.
Again
Erzá
and
Mílka
were
abreast
,
running
like
a
pair
of
carriage
horses
,
and
began
to
overtake
the
hare
,
but
it
was
easier
for
the
hare
to
run
on
the
balk
and
the
borzois
did
not
overtake
him
so
quickly
.
"
Rugáy
,
Rugáyushka
!
That
's
it
,
come
on
!
"
came
a
third
voice
just
then
,
and
"
Uncle
's
"
red
borzoi
,
straining
and
curving
its
back
,
caught
up
with
the
two
foremost
borzois
,
pushed
ahead
of
them
regardless
of
the
terrible
strain
,
put
on
speed
close
to
the
hare
,
knocked
it
off
the
balk
onto
the
ryefield
,
again
put
on
speed
still
more
viciously
,
sinking
to
his
knees
in
the
muddy
field
,
and
all
one
could
see
was
how
,
muddying
his
back
,
he
rolled
over
with
the
hare
.
A
ring
of
borzois
surrounded
him
.
A
moment
later
everyone
had
drawn
up
round
the
crowd
of
dogs
.
Only
the
delighted
"
Uncle
"
dismounted
,
and
cut
off
a
pad
,
shaking
the
hare
for
the
blood
to
drip
off
,
and
anxiously
glancing
round
with
restless
eyes
while
his
arms
and
legs
twitched
.
He
spoke
without
himself
knowing
whom
to
or
what
about
.
"
That
's
it
,
come
on
!
That
's
a
dog
!
...
There
,
it
has
beaten
them
all
,
the
thousand-ruble
as
well
as
the
one-ruble
borzois
.
That
's
it
,
come
on
!
"
said
he
,
panting
and
looking
wrathfully
around
as
if
he
were
abusing
someone
,
as
if
they
were
all
his
enemies
and
had
insulted
him
,
and
only
now
had
he
at
last
succeeded
in
justifying
himself
.
"
There
are
your
thousand-ruble
ones
...
That
's
it
,
come
on
!
...
"
"
Rugáy
,
here
's
a
pad
for
you
!
"
he
said
,
throwing
down
the
hare
's
muddy
pad
.
"
You
've
deserved
it
,
that
's
it
,
come
on
!
"
"
She
'd
tired
herself
out
,
she
'd
run
it
down
three
times
by
herself
,
"
said
Nicholas
,
also
not
listening
to
anyone
and
regardless
of
whether
he
were
heard
or
not
.
"
But
what
is
there
in
running
across
it
like
that
?
"
said
Ilágin
's
groom
.
"
Once
she
had
missed
it
and
turned
it
away
,
any
mongrel
could
take
it
,
"
Ilágin
was
saying
at
the
same
time
,
breathless
from
his
gallop
and
his
excitement
.
At
the
same
moment
Natásha
,
without
drawing
breath
,
screamed
joyously
,
ecstatically
,
and
so
piercingly
that
it
set
everyone
's
ear
tingling
.
By
that
shriek
she
expressed
what
the
others
expressed
by
all
talking
at
once
,
and
it
was
so
strange
that
she
must
herself
have
been
ashamed
of
so
wild
a
cry
and
everyone
else
would
have
been
amazed
at
it
at
any
other
time
.
"
Uncle
"
himself
twisted
up
the
hare
,
threw
it
neatly
and
smartly
across
his
horse
's
back
as
if
by
that
gesture
he
meant
to
rebuke
everybody
,
and
,
with
an
air
of
not
wishing
to
speak
to
anyone
,
mounted
his
bay
and
rode
off
The
others
all
followed
,
dispirited
and
shamefaced
,
and
only
much
later
were
they
able
to
regain
their
former
affectation
of
indifference
.
For
a
long
time
they
continued
to
look
at
red
Rugáy
who
,
his
arched
back
spattered
with
mud
and
clanking
the
ring
of
his
leash
,
walked
along
just
behind
"
Uncle
's
"
horse
with
the
serene
air
of
a
conqueror
.
