War And Peace: Book 7 - CHAPTER III

作者: Leo Tolstoy

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Author: Leo Tolstoy

WINTRY WEATHER was already setting in, the morning frosts hardened the earth

drenched by the autumn rains. Already the grass was full of tufts, and stood out

bright green against the patches of brown winter cornland trodden by the cattle,

and the pale yellow stubble of the summer cornfields, and the reddish strips of

buckwheat. The uplands and copses, which at the end of August had still been

green islands among the black fields ploughed ready for winter corn, and the

stubble had become golden and lurid red islands in a sea of bright green autumn

crops. The grey hare had already half-changed its coat, the foxes' cubs were

beginning to leave their parents, and the young wolves were bigger than dogs. It

was the best time of the year for the chase. The dogs of an ardent young

sportsman like Rostov were only just coming into fit state for hunting, so that

at a common council of the huntsmen it was decided to give the dogs three days'

rest, and on the 16th of September to go off on a hunting expedition, beginning

with Dubravy, where there was a litter of wolves that had never been

hunted.

Such was the position of affairs on the 14th of September.

All that day the dogs were kept at home. It was keen and frosty weather, but

towards evening the sky clouded over and it began to thaw. On the morning of the

15th of September when young Rostov in his dressing-gown looked out of window he

saw a morning which was all the heart could desire for hunting. It looked as

though the sky were melting, and without the slightest wind, sinking down upon

the earth. The only movement in the air was the soft downward motion of

microscopic drops of moisture or mist. The bare twigs in the garden were hung

with transparent drops which dripped on to the freshly fallen leaves. The earth

in the kitchen-garden had a gleaming, wet, black look like the centre of a

poppy, and at a short distance away it melted off into the damp, dim veil of

fog.

Nikolay went out on to the wet and muddy steps. There was a smell of decaying

leaves and dogs. The broad-backed, black and tan bitch Milka, with her big,

prominent, black eyes, caught sight of her master, got up, stretched out her

hindlegs, lay down like a hare, then suddenly jumped up and licked him right on

his nose and moustache. Another harrier, catching sight of his master from the

bright coloured path, arched its back, darted headlong to the steps, and,

lifting its tail, rubbed itself against Nikolay's legs.

“O, hoy!” He heard at that moment the inimitable hunting halloo which unites

the deepest bass and the shrillest tenor notes. And round the corner came the

huntsman and whipper-in, Danilo, a grey, wrinkled man, with his hair cropped

round in the Ukrainian fashion. He held a bent whip in his hand, and his face

had that expression of independence and scorn for everything in the world, which

is only to be seen in huntsmen. He took off his Circassian cap to his master and

looked scornfully at him. That scorn was not offensive to his master. Nikolay

knew that this Danilo, disdainful of all, and superior to everything, was still

his man and his huntsman.

“Danilo,” said Nikolay, at the sight of this hunting weather, those dogs, and

the huntsman, feeling shyly that he was being carried away by that irresistible

sporting passion in which a man forgets all his previous intentions, like a man

in love at the sight of his mistress.

“What is your bidding, your excellency?” asked a bass voice, fit for a head

deacon, and hoarse from hallooing, and a pair of flashing black eyes glanced up

from under their brows at the silent young master. “Surely you can't resist it?”

those two eyes seemed to be asking.

“It's a good day, eh? Just right for riding and hunting, eh?” said Nikolay,

scratching Milka behind the ears.

Danilo winked and made no reply.

“I sent Uvarka out to listen at daybreak,” his bass boomed out after a

moment's silence. “He brought word she's moved into the Otradnoe

enclosure; there was howling there.” (“She's moved” meant that the mother wolf,

of whom both knew, had moved with her cubs into the Otradnoe copse, which was a

small hunting preserve about two versts away.)

“Shouldn't we go, eh?” said Nikolay. “Come to me with Uvarka.”

“As you desire.”

“Then put off feeding them.”

“Yes, sir!”

Five minutes later Danilo and Uvarka were standing in Nikolay's big study.

Although Danilo was not tall, to see him in a room gave one an impression such

as one has on seeing a horse or bear standing on the floor among the furniture

and surroundings of human life. Danilo felt this himself, and as usual he kept

close to the door and tried to speak more softly, and not to move for fear of

causing some breakage in the master's apartments. He did his utmost to get

everything said quickly so as to get as soon as might be out into the open

again, from under a ceiling out under the sky.

After making inquiries and extracting from Danilo an admission that the dogs

were fit (Danilo himself was longing to go), Nikolay told them to have the

horses saddled. But just as Danilo was about to go, Natasha, wrapped in a big

shawl of her old nurse's, ran into the room, not yet dressed, and her hair in

disorder. Petya ran in with her.

“Are you going?” said Natasha. “I knew you would! Sonya said you weren't

going. I knew that on such a day you couldn't help going!”

“Yes, we're going,” Nikolay answered reluctantly. As he meant to attempt

serious hunting he did not want to take Natasha and Petya. “We are going, but

only wolf-hunting; it will be dull for you.”

“You know that it's the greatest of my pleasures,” said Natasha. “It's too

bad—he's going himself, has ordered the horses out and not a word to us.”

“No hindrance bars a Russian's path!” declaimed Petya; “let's go!”

“But you mustn't, you know; mamma said you were not to,” said Nikolay to

Natasha.

“No, I'm going, I must go,” said Natasha stoutly. “Danilo, bid them saddle my

horse, and tell Mihailo to come with my leash,” she said to the huntsman.

Simply to be in a room seemed irksome and unfitting to Danilo, but to have

anything to do with a young lady he felt to be utterly impossible. He cast down

his eyes and made haste to get away, making as though it were no affair of his,

and trying to avoid accidentally doing some hurt to the young lady.

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