Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

Anatole came out of the room and came back a few minutes later, dressed in a short leather jacket with a silver belt, and a hat that matched his handsome face with a manly angle. Mink hat.He looked in the mirror, assumed the pose he had assumed before the mirror, and stood in front of Dolokhov with a glass of wine in his hand. "Well, Fedya, good-bye, I am very grateful for all the cares I have had, and good-bye," said Anatole. "Hey, friends, friends..." he pondered... "My youth...farewell." He turned his face to Makarin and the others, and said. Although they were all going with him, Anatole evidently wanted to say something passionate and touching to his companions.He spoke slowly in that loud voice, puffing out his chest and shaking one foot.

"Give up your glasses, Baraga, and you too. Now, my friends, my friends of youth have gone one step further. We all drink and have fun, live a happy life, drink Fun, isn't it? Now I'm going abroad, when shall we see each other again? We've all had a good time, farewell, fellows. I wish you well! Hurrah! . . . " he said, finishing his glass Wine, throwing the glass on the ground with a bang. "I wish you well," said Baraga, who, too, had finished his glass of wine and wiped his mouth with a towel.Makarin hugged Anatoly with tears in his eyes. "Well, duke, I am sorry to say goodbye to you," said he.

"Going, going," Anatole shouted. Balaga had just come out of the room. "Don't go away, stop," said Anatole. "Shut the door, everybody has to sit down, that's all." The door was closed, and everyone sat down. "Hey, friends, we're going now!" said Anatole, getting up. The servant Joseph handed Anatole the bag and the saber, and they all entered the reception room. "Where's the fur coat?" said Dolokhov. "Oh, Ignatka! Go to Matrona Matveyevna and ask for that fur coat, the ermine coat." I've heard people say how to take girls away quietly," said Dolokhov with a wink. "You know she's coming out half dead in a dress she's wearing at home; if you delay a little bit, she'll cry and call papa and mama, and freeze right away and go back, you Immediately wrap her up in a leather jacket and carry her to the sled."

The servant brought a fox fur coat. "I told you, idiot, I want a mink coat. Oh, Matryoshka, a mink coat!" he cried, so that it was heard in several rooms far away. . -------- ① Ignatka is a nickname for Ignatius. ②Matryoshka is the pet name of Matryona. The handsome, thin, pale gypsy girl, showing a pair of sparkling black eyes, and her curly black hair glowing with tile-blue luster, came out wearing a red shoulder scarf and holding a ermine coat in her hand. "Well, take it, I'm not reluctant to part with this coat," she said, obviously timid in front of the master, and she was reluctant to part with this female coat.

Dolokhov did not answer her, but took the fur coat and threw it casually over Matryosha, wrapping her up. "That's it," said Dolokhov, "that's how it will be," he said, and then he turned up her collar and put it around her head, leaving it a little in front of her face. "That's how it will be, see?" He told Anatole to put his head close to the neckline, through which Matryosha's charming smile could be seen. "Well, Matryosha, good-bye," said Anatole, kissing her, "oh, my days of drinking and merry-go-round here are over! Give my regards to Styopka.

Hello, goodbye!Goodbye, Matryosha, please wish me happiness. " -------- ①Matrosha is the pet name of Matriona. ②Styopka is Stepan's pet name. "Well, Prince, God bless you and bless you," said Matryoza in a gypsy accent. Two troikas were parked by the steps, and two capable coachmen reined in the horses. Balaga sat down on the front troika, raised his arms high, and took the reins with both hands calmly. Hold left and right separately.Anatole and Dolokhov approached him and sat down.Makarin, Khvostikov and the servants got into another troika. "Ready?" Baraga asked.

"Let's go!" he cried, and, wrapping the reins around his hands, the troika drove swiftly down the Nikitin boulevard. "Woo! Come on, eh! . . . huh," shouted Baraga and the handsome young man in the driver's seat.On the Arbat Square, the troika hitched a carriage and began to crackle, when there was a cry, but the troika galloped along the Arbat Square. Balaga walked two distances along Podnovinsky Street, began to rein in the horse, turned back, and at the crossroads of Old Stable Street, the horse stopped. The good boy jumped down and grabbed the horse by the bridle, and Anatole and Dolokhov started walking along the sidewalk.Dolokhov whistled when he was almost at the gate.His whistle was answered, and a maid came running out.

"Go into the yard, or you will be seen, and she will come out at once," she said. Dolokhov remained at the gate, and Anatole followed the maid into the courtyard, rounded the corner, and ran up the steps. Gavrilo, the tall servant of Marya Dmitrievna, greeted Anatoly. "Please go to Madam," said the servant in a low voice as he blocked the way to the door. "Which lady are you seeing? Who are you?" Anatole asked in a low voice, out of breath. "Please, tell me to take you in." "Kulagin, step back," Dolokhov called. "What a betrayal! Go back!"

Dolokhov, who was standing by the gate, struggled with the yardman, because he wanted to close the gate after Anatole had entered.Dolokhov pushed the yardman away with all his strength, seized Anatole who was running out by the hand, dragged him out of the gate, turned back with him, and drove towards the troika. walk.