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Anatole
lay
on
the
sofa
in
the
study
leaning
on
his
elbow
and
smiling
pensively
,
while
his
handsome
lips
muttered
tenderly
to
himself
.
"
Come
and
eat
something
.
Have
a
drink
!
"
Dólokhov
shouted
to
him
from
the
other
room
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
,
"
answered
Anatole
continuing
to
smile
.
"
Come
!
Balagá
is
here
.
"
Anatole
rose
and
went
into
the
dining
room
.
Balagá
was
a
famous
troyka
driver
who
had
known
Dólokhov
and
Anatole
some
six
years
and
had
given
them
good
service
with
his
troykas
.
More
than
once
when
Anatole
's
regiment
was
stationed
at
Tver
he
had
taken
him
from
Tver
in
the
evening
,
brought
him
to
Moscow
by
daybreak
,
and
driven
him
back
again
the
next
night
.
More
than
once
he
had
enabled
Dólokhov
to
escape
when
pursued
.
More
than
once
he
had
driven
them
through
the
town
with
gypsies
and
"
ladykins
"
as
he
called
the
cocottes
.
More
than
once
in
their
service
he
had
run
over
pedestrians
and
upset
vehicles
in
the
streets
of
Moscow
and
had
always
been
protected
from
the
consequences
by
"
my
gentlemen
"
as
he
called
them
.
He
had
ruined
more
than
one
horse
in
their
service
.
More
than
once
they
had
beaten
him
,
and
more
than
once
they
had
made
him
drunk
on
champagne
and
Madeira
,
which
he
loved
;
and
he
knew
more
than
one
thing
about
each
of
them
which
would
long
ago
have
sent
an
ordinary
man
to
Siberia
.
They
often
called
Balagá
into
their
orgies
and
made
him
drink
and
dance
at
the
gypsies
'
,
and
more
than
one
thousand
rubles
of
their
money
had
passed
through
his
hands
.
In
their
service
he
risked
his
skin
and
his
life
twenty
times
a
year
,
and
in
their
service
had
lost
more
horses
than
the
money
he
had
from
them
would
buy
.
But
he
liked
them
;
liked
that
mad
driving
at
twelve
miles
an
hour
,
liked
upsetting
a
driver
or
running
down
a
pedestrian
,
and
flying
at
full
gallop
through
the
Moscow
streets
.
He
liked
to
hear
those
wild
,
tipsy
shouts
behind
him
:
"
Get
on
!
Get
on
!
"
when
it
was
impossible
to
go
any
faster
.
He
liked
giving
a
painful
lash
on
the
neck
to
some
peasant
who
,
more
dead
than
alive
,
was
already
hurrying
out
of
his
way
.
"
Real
gentlemen
!
"
he
considered
them
.
Anatole
and
Dólokhov
liked
Balagá
too
for
his
masterly
driving
and
because
he
liked
the
things
they
liked
.
With
others
Balagá
bargained
,
charging
twenty-five
rubles
for
a
two
hours
'
drive
,
and
rarely
drove
himself
,
generally
letting
his
young
men
do
so
.
But
with
"
his
gentlemen
"
he
always
drove
himself
and
never
demanded
anything
for
his
work
.
Only
a
couple
of
times
a
year
--
when
he
knew
from
their
valets
that
they
had
money
in
hand
--
he
would
turn
up
of
a
morning
quite
sober
and
with
a
deep
bow
would
ask
them
to
help
him
.
The
gentlemen
always
made
him
sit
down
.
"
Do
help
me
out
,
Theodore
Iványch
,
sir
,
"
or
"
your
excellency
,
"
he
would
say
.
"
I
am
quite
out
of
horses
.
Let
me
have
what
you
can
to
go
to
the
fair
.
"
And
Anatole
and
Dólokhov
,
when
they
had
money
,
would
give
him
a
thousand
or
a
couple
of
thousand
rubles
.
Balagá
was
a
fair-haired
,
short
,
and
snub-nosed
peasant
of
about
twenty-seven
;
red-faced
,
with
a
particularly
red
thick
neck
,
glittering
little
eyes
,
and
a
small
beard
.
He
wore
a
fine
,
dark-blue
,
silk-lined
cloth
coat
over
a
sheepskin
.
