Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Eight

Pierre secretly decided not to disclose his title nor to show that he knew French until his wish was carried out, and standing between the half-open double doors in the corridor, intending to come in with the French, he immediately He lay down and hid himself, but Pierre had not yet moved from the door when the Frenchman had already entered the house: unstoppable curiosity made him stand still. There are two of them.One was an officer, a tall, handsome man, and the other, obviously a soldier or horseman, was a short, thin, swarthy man with sunken eyes and an awkward expression.The officer walked ahead with a stick and a slight limp.After walking a few steps, he seemed to think that the house was not bad, so he stopped, turned back to the soldiers standing at the door, and shouted to them in the tone of an officer to bring their horses in.After finishing the order, the officer raised his elbows high, straightened his mustache, and touched the brim of his hat with his hand.

"Ronjour, la compagnie!" he said cheerfully, looking around with a smile. There was no answer. "Vousetes le bourgeois?" said the officer to Gerasim. Gerasim looked at the officer fearfully and in bewilderment. "Quartire, quarttire, logement," said the officer, looking the little old man from head to toe with the generous and kind smile of a superior to a subordinate. "Lesfrancaissontdebonsenfants. Quediable! Voyons! Nenousfa Achonspas, monvieux," he added, patting the fearful and silent Gerasim on the shoulder. "Aca! Ditesdonc, onneparledoncpasfrancaisdanscetteboutique?" he added, looking around, and meeting Pierre's eyes.Pierre walked away from the door.

-------- ①French: Hello, everyone. ②Are you the master? ③ housing, housing, accommodation.The French are good lads.Hell, we don't fight, old man. ④What, is there no one here who can speak French? The officer turned again to Gerasim.He asked Gerasim to show him the rooms in the house. "Master's not here—don't think . The French officer smiled, spread his hands under Gerasim's nose to let Gerasim understand that he did not understand his words, and limped to the door where Pierre had been.Pierre wanted to run away, to avoid him, but at that moment he saw Makar Alexievich leaning out from the open door of the kitchen with a pistol in both hands.With the cunning of a madman, Makar Alexievich looked the officer up and down, and aimed his gun.

"Come on!!!" The drunk man yelled and pressed the trigger of the pistol.The officer turned around in response, and at the same moment Pierre threw himself on the drunk.Pierre had just seized the pistol and raised it upwards, when Makar Alexievich's finger finally touched the trigger, and there was a deafening shot, and the smoke enveloped all present.The officer turned pale, and stepped back towards the door. Pierre, forgetting his intention of not revealing his knowledge of French, snatched away the pistol and threw it away, and ran to the officer and began talking to him in French.

"Vousn'etes pas blesse?" he said. "Jecroisquenon," replied the officer, feeling himself, "maisjel'aiman que bellecette fois-ci." he added, pointing to the open plaster on the wall. "Quelest cethomme," said the officer, looking sternly at Pierre. -------- ① "Are you not injured?" "It seems not." ②But this time it was very close. ③Who is this person? "Ah, jesuisvraimentaude'sespoirdecequivientd'arriver," said Pierre hastily, completely forgetting his part. C'estunfou, unmalheureuxquines avait pascequ'ilfaisait. ’ The officer approached Makar Alexievich and grabbed him by the collar.

Makar Alexievich opened his mouth, and leaned against the wall, swaying as if falling asleep. "Brigand, tumelapayeras," said the officer, letting go of his hand. "Noutautresnoussommesclementsapreslavictoire; maisnousnepardonnonspasauxtralAtres." He added, with a gloomy and dignified expression, and a graceful and forceful gesture. Pierre continued to persuade the officer in French not to pursue this drunken madman.The Frenchman listened silently, without changing his facial expression, when suddenly he turned to Pierre with a smile.He stared at him silently for a few seconds.With a tragic tender expression on his pretty face, he held out his hand.

"Vousm'avez sauvelavie! Vousetes fran Bcais," he said.For a Frenchman, this conclusion is unquestionable.Only the French can do great things, and to save his life, m-r Ramballe, Capi Btainedu13-meleger, was a great feat. -------- ①Ah, what happened just now really makes me depressed. ②This is an unfortunate madman who doesn't know what he's doing. ③ Bandits, you have to pay for this with your life.Our brethren are merciful after victory, but we do not spare the rebel. ④You saved my life.You are French. But however unquestionable this conclusion and the conviction of the officers based on it, Pierre still felt that he should be disappointed.

"Jesuis Russe," said Pierre hastily. "Tut-tut-tut, ad'autres," said the Frenchman, wagging his forefinger to his nose, and smiling. "Toutal'heurevous allez mecontertoutca," he said. "Charmederecontreruncompatriote. Ehbien! qu'allonsnousfairedecethomme?" He added, now taking Pierre as his own brother.Even if Pierre was not French, he could not refuse the most noble title in the world he had already received, the expression on the face and tone of the French officer said so.Pierre explained again to his last question what kind of man Makar Alexievich was, and explained that just before their arrival the drunken lunatic snatched He did not have time to snatch the live-loaded pistol, hoping to absolve him of his actions.

The officer straightened his chest and made a dignified gesture. "Vousm'avez sauvelavie. Vousetesfran Bcais. Vousmedemandez sagra Ace? Jevousl'ac Bcorde. Qu'onemmenethomme," said the officer, hastily and emphatically, and walking with him, taking the arm of Pierre, whom he had accepted as a Frenchman for saving his life. room. -------- ① Saved the life of Monsieur Lambert, Captain of the Thirteenth Hussars. ②I am Russian. ③You can say that to others. ④You will tell me everything.Nice to meet fellow... ⑤You saved my life.You are French and you want me to forgive him?I spared him.drag him out.

The soldiers in the courtyard heard the gunshots and came into the hall to ask what happened, and said they were going to punish the perpetrators, but the officers severely stopped them. "Onvousdemandaquandonaurabesoindevous," he said, and the soldiers had withdrawn.At this time, Ma Bian, who had gone around the kitchen, came to the officer. "Capitaine, ilsont de lasoupeetdugigotdemoutondanslacuisine," said he, "Faut—ilvousl'apporter?" "Oui, etlevin," said the captain. -------- ①I will call you when necessary. ②Captain, they have broth and fried lamb in the kitchen.Would you like to order some to be brought.Yes, and wine.