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When
they
came
out
onto
the
beaten
highroad
--
polished
by
sleigh
runners
and
cut
up
by
rough-shod
hoofs
,
the
marks
of
which
were
visible
in
the
moonlight
--
the
horses
began
to
tug
at
the
reins
of
their
own
accord
and
increased
their
pace
.
The
near
side
horse
,
arching
his
head
and
breaking
into
a
short
canter
,
tugged
at
his
traces
.
The
shaft
horse
swayed
from
side
to
side
,
moving
his
ears
as
if
asking
:
"
Is
n't
it
time
to
begin
now
?
"
In
front
,
already
far
ahead
the
deep
bell
of
the
sleigh
ringing
farther
and
farther
off
,
the
black
horses
driven
by
Zakhár
could
be
clearly
seen
against
the
white
snow
.
From
that
sleigh
one
could
hear
the
shouts
,
laughter
,
and
voices
of
the
mummers
.
"
Gee
up
,
my
darlings
!
"
shouted
Nicholas
,
pulling
the
reins
to
one
side
and
flourishing
the
whip
.
It
was
only
by
the
keener
wind
that
met
them
and
the
jerks
given
by
the
side
horses
who
pulled
harder
--
ever
increasing
their
gallop
--
that
one
noticed
how
fast
the
troyka
was
flying
.
Nicholas
looked
back
.
With
screams
,
squeals
,
and
waving
of
whips
that
caused
even
the
shaft
horses
to
gallop
--
the
other
sleighs
followed
.
The
shaft
horse
swung
steadily
beneath
the
bow
over
its
head
,
with
no
thought
of
slackening
pace
and
ready
to
put
on
speed
when
required
.
Nicholas
overtook
the
first
sleigh
.
They
were
driving
downhill
and
coming
out
upon
a
broad
trodden
track
across
a
meadow
,
near
a
river
.
"
Where
are
we
?
"
thought
he
.
"
It
's
the
Kosóy
meadow
,
I
suppose
.
But
no
--
this
is
something
new
I
've
never
seen
before
.
This
is
n't
the
Kosóy
meadow
nor
the
Dëmkin
hill
,
and
heaven
only
knows
what
it
is
!
It
is
something
new
and
enchanted
.
Well
,
whatever
it
may
be
...
"
And
shouting
to
his
horses
,
he
began
to
pass
the
first
sleigh
.
Zakhár
held
back
his
horses
and
turned
his
face
,
which
was
already
covered
with
hoarfrost
to
his
eyebrows
.
Nicholas
gave
the
horses
the
rein
,
and
Zakhár
,
stretching
out
his
arms
,
clucked
his
tongue
and
let
his
horses
go
.
"
Now
,
look
out
,
master
!
"
he
cried
.
Faster
still
the
two
troykas
flew
side
by
side
,
and
faster
moved
the
feet
of
the
galloping
side
horses
.
Nicholas
began
to
draw
ahead
.
Zakhár
,
while
still
keeping
his
arms
extended
,
raised
one
hand
with
the
reins
.
