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"
Ulyulyulyu
!
"
whispered
Rostóv
,
pouting
his
lips
.
The
borzois
jumped
up
,
jerking
the
rings
of
the
leashes
and
pricking
their
ears
.
Karáy
finished
scratching
his
hindquarters
and
,
cocking
his
ears
,
got
up
with
quivering
tail
from
which
tufts
of
matted
hair
hung
down
.
"
Shall
I
loose
them
or
not
?
"
Nicholas
asked
himself
as
the
wolf
approached
him
coming
from
the
copse
.
Suddenly
the
wolf
's
whole
physiognomy
changed
:
she
shuddered
,
seeing
what
she
had
probably
never
seen
before
--
human
eyes
fixed
upon
her
--
and
turning
her
head
a
little
toward
Rostóv
,
she
paused
.
"
Back
or
forward
?
Eh
,
no
matter
,
forward
...
"
the
wolf
seemed
to
say
to
herself
,
and
she
moved
forward
without
again
looking
round
and
with
a
quiet
,
long
,
easy
yet
resolute
lope
.
"
Ulyulyu
!
"
cried
Nicholas
,
in
a
voice
not
his
own
,
and
of
its
own
accord
his
good
horse
darted
headlong
downhill
,
leaping
over
gullies
to
head
off
the
wolf
,
and
the
borzois
passed
it
,
running
faster
still
.
Nicholas
did
not
hear
his
own
cry
nor
feel
that
he
was
galloping
,
nor
see
the
borzois
,
nor
the
ground
over
which
he
went
:
he
saw
only
the
wolf
,
who
,
increasing
her
speed
,
bounded
on
in
the
same
direction
along
the
hollow
.
The
first
to
come
into
view
was
Mílka
,
with
her
black
markings
and
powerful
quarters
,
gaining
upon
the
wolf
.
Nearer
and
nearer
...
now
she
was
ahead
of
it
;
but
the
wolf
turned
its
head
to
face
her
,
and
instead
of
putting
on
speed
as
she
usually
did
Mílka
suddenly
raised
her
tail
and
stiffened
her
forelegs
.
"
Ulyulyulyulyu
!
"
shouted
Nicholas
.
The
reddish
Lyubím
rushed
forward
from
behind
Mílka
,
sprang
impetuously
at
the
wolf
,
and
seized
it
by
its
hindquarters
,
but
immediately
jumped
aside
in
terror
.
The
wolf
crouched
,
gnashed
her
teeth
,
and
again
rose
and
bounded
forward
,
followed
at
the
distance
of
a
couple
of
feet
by
all
the
borzois
,
who
did
not
get
any
closer
to
her
.
"
She
'll
get
away
!
No
,
it
's
impossible
!
"
thought
Nicholas
,
still
shouting
with
a
hoarse
voice
.
"
Karáy
,
ulyulyu
!
...
"
he
shouted
,
looking
round
for
the
old
borzoi
who
was
now
his
only
hope
.
Karáy
,
with
all
the
strength
age
had
left
him
,
stretched
himself
to
the
utmost
and
,
watching
the
wolf
,
galloped
heavily
aside
to
intercept
it
.
But
the
quickness
of
the
wolf
's
lope
and
the
borzoi
's
slower
pace
made
it
plain
that
Karáy
had
miscalculated
.
Nicholas
could
already
see
not
far
in
front
of
him
the
wood
where
the
wolf
would
certainly
escape
should
she
reach
it
.
But
,
coming
toward
him
,
he
saw
hounds
and
a
huntsman
galloping
almost
straight
at
the
wolf
.
There
was
still
hope
.
A
long
,
yellowish
young
borzoi
,
one
Nicholas
did
not
know
,
from
another
leash
,
rushed
impetuously
at
the
wolf
from
in
front
and
almost
knocked
her
over
.
But
the
wolf
jumped
up
more
quickly
than
anyone
could
have
expected
and
,
gnashing
her
teeth
,
flew
at
the
yellowish
borzoi
,
which
,
with
a
piercing
yelp
,
fell
with
its
head
on
the
ground
,
bleeding
from
a
gash
in
its
side
.
