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The
old
man
was
still
sitting
in
the
ornamental
garden
,
like
a
fly
impassive
on
the
face
of
a
loved
one
who
is
dead
,
tapping
the
last
on
which
he
was
making
the
bast
shoe
,
and
two
little
girls
,
running
out
from
the
hot
house
carrying
in
their
skirts
plums
they
had
plucked
from
the
trees
there
,
came
upon
Prince
Andrew
.
On
seeing
the
young
master
,
the
elder
one
with
frightened
look
clutched
her
younger
companion
by
the
hand
and
hid
with
her
behind
a
birch
tree
,
not
stopping
to
pick
up
some
green
plums
they
had
dropped
.
Prince
Andrew
turned
away
with
startled
haste
,
unwilling
to
let
them
see
that
they
had
been
observed
.
He
was
sorry
for
the
pretty
frightened
little
girl
,
was
afraid
of
looking
at
her
,
and
yet
felt
an
irresistible
desire
to
do
so
.
A
new
sensation
of
comfort
and
relief
came
over
him
when
,
seeing
these
girls
,
he
realized
the
existence
of
other
human
interests
entirely
aloof
from
his
own
and
just
as
legitimate
as
those
that
occupied
him
.
Evidently
these
girls
passionately
desired
one
thing
--
to
carry
away
and
eat
those
green
plums
without
being
caught
--
and
Prince
Andrew
shared
their
wish
for
the
success
of
their
enterprise
.
He
could
not
resist
looking
at
them
once
more
.
Believing
their
danger
past
,
they
sprang
from
their
ambush
and
,
chirruping
something
in
their
shrill
little
voices
and
holding
up
their
skirts
,
their
bare
little
sunburned
feet
scampered
merrily
and
quickly
across
the
meadow
grass
.
Prince
Andrew
was
somewhat
refreshed
by
having
ridden
off
the
dusty
highroad
along
which
the
troops
were
moving
.
But
not
far
from
Bald
Hills
he
again
came
out
on
the
road
and
overtook
his
regiment
at
its
halting
place
by
the
dam
of
a
small
pond
.
It
was
past
one
o'clock
.
The
sun
,
a
red
ball
through
the
dust
,
burned
and
scorched
his
back
intolerably
through
his
black
coat
.
The
dust
always
hung
motionless
above
the
buzz
of
talk
that
came
from
the
resting
troops
.
There
was
no
wind
.
As
he
crossed
the
dam
Prince
Andrew
smelled
the
ooze
and
freshness
of
the
pond
.
He
longed
to
get
into
that
water
,
however
dirty
it
might
be
,
and
he
glanced
round
at
the
pool
from
whence
came
sounds
of
shrieks
and
laughter
.
The
small
,
muddy
,
green
pond
had
risen
visibly
more
than
a
foot
,
flooding
the
dam
,
because
it
was
full
of
the
naked
white
bodies
of
soldiers
with
brick-red
hands
,
necks
,
and
faces
,
who
were
splashing
about
in
it
.
All
this
naked
white
human
flesh
,
laughing
and
shrieking
,
floundered
about
in
that
dirty
pool
like
carp
stuffed
into
a
watering
can
,
and
the
suggestion
of
merriment
in
that
floundering
mass
rendered
it
specially
pathetic
.
One
fair-haired
young
soldier
of
the
third
company
,
whom
Prince
Andrew
knew
and
who
had
a
strap
round
the
calf
of
one
leg
,
crossed
himself
,
stepped
back
to
get
a
good
run
,
and
plunged
into
the
water
;
another
,
a
dark
noncommissioned
officer
who
was
always
shaggy
,
stood
up
to
his
waist
in
the
water
joyfully
wriggling
his
muscular
figure
and
snorted
with
satisfaction
as
he
poured
the
water
over
his
head
with
hands
blackened
to
the
wrists
.
There
were
sounds
of
men
slapping
one
another
,
yelling
,
and
puffing
.
Everywhere
on
the
bank
,
on
the
dam
,
and
in
the
pond
,
there
was
healthy
,
white
,
muscular
flesh
.
The
officer
,
Timókhin
,
with
his
red
little
nose
,
standing
on
the
dam
wiping
himself
with
a
towel
,
felt
confused
at
seeing
the
prince
,
but
made
up
his
mind
to
address
him
nevertheless
.
"
It
's
very
nice
,
your
excellency
!
Would
n't
you
like
to
?
"
said
he
.
"
It
's
dirty
,
"
replied
Prince
Andrew
,
making
a
grimace
.
"
We
'll
clear
it
out
for
you
in
a
minute
,
"
said
Timókhin
,
and
,
still
undressed
,
ran
off
to
clear
the
men
out
of
the
pond
.
