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The
horses
stepped
over
the
field
as
over
a
thick
carpet
,
now
and
then
splashing
into
puddles
as
they
crossed
a
road
.
The
misty
sky
still
seemed
to
descend
evenly
and
imperceptibly
toward
the
earth
,
the
air
was
still
,
warm
,
and
silent
.
Occasionally
the
whistle
of
a
huntsman
,
the
snort
of
a
horse
,
the
crack
of
a
whip
,
or
the
whine
of
a
straggling
hound
could
be
heard
.
When
they
had
gone
a
little
less
than
a
mile
,
five
more
riders
with
dogs
appeared
out
of
the
mist
,
approaching
the
Rostóvs
.
In
front
rode
a
fresh-looking
,
handsome
old
man
with
a
large
gray
mustache
.
"
Good
morning
,
Uncle
!
"
said
Nicholas
,
when
the
old
man
drew
near
.
"
That
's
it
.
Come
on
!
...
I
was
sure
of
it
,
"
began
"
Uncle
.
"
(
He
was
a
distant
relative
of
the
Rostóvs
'
,
a
man
of
small
means
,
and
their
neighbor
.
)
"
I
knew
you
would
n't
be
able
to
resist
it
and
it
's
a
good
thing
you
're
going
.
That
's
it
!
Come
on
!
"
(
This
was
"
Uncle
's
"
favorite
expression
.
)
"
Take
the
covert
at
once
,
for
my
Gírchik
says
the
Ilágins
are
at
Kornikí
with
their
hounds
.
That
's
it
.
Come
on
!
...
They
'll
take
the
cubs
from
under
your
very
nose
.
"
"
That
's
where
I
'm
going
.
Shall
we
join
up
our
packs
?
"
asked
Nicholas
.
The
hounds
were
joined
into
one
pack
,
and
"
Uncle
"
and
Nicholas
rode
on
side
by
side
.
Natásha
,
muffled
up
in
shawls
which
did
not
hide
her
eager
face
and
shining
eyes
,
galloped
up
to
them
.
She
was
followed
by
Pétya
who
always
kept
close
to
her
,
by
Michael
,
a
huntsman
,
and
by
a
groom
appointed
to
look
after
her
.
Pétya
,
who
was
laughing
,
whipped
and
pulled
at
his
horse
.
Natásha
sat
easily
and
confidently
on
her
black
Arábchik
and
reined
him
in
without
effort
with
a
firm
hand
.
"
Uncle
"
looked
round
disapprovingly
at
Pétya
and
Natásha
.
He
did
not
like
to
combine
frivolity
with
the
serious
business
of
hunting
.
"
Good
morning
,
Uncle
!
We
are
going
too
!
"
shouted
Pétya
.
