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"
No
you
wo
n't
,
master
!
"
he
shouted
.
Nicholas
put
all
his
horses
to
a
gallop
and
passed
Zakhár
.
The
horses
showered
the
fine
dry
snow
on
the
faces
of
those
in
the
sleigh
--
beside
them
sounded
quick
ringing
bells
and
they
caught
confused
glimpses
of
swiftly
moving
legs
and
the
shadows
of
the
troyka
they
were
passing
.
The
whistling
sound
of
the
runners
on
the
snow
and
the
voices
of
girls
shrieking
were
heard
from
different
sides
.
Again
checking
his
horses
,
Nicholas
looked
around
him
.
They
were
still
surrounded
by
the
magic
plain
bathed
in
moonlight
and
spangled
with
stars
.
"
Zakhár
is
shouting
that
I
should
turn
to
the
left
,
but
why
to
the
left
?
"
thought
Nicholas
.
"
Are
we
getting
to
the
Melyukóvs
'
?
Is
this
Melyukóvka
?
Heaven
only
knows
where
we
are
going
,
and
heaven
knows
what
is
happening
to
us
--
but
it
is
very
strange
and
pleasant
whatever
it
is
.
"
And
he
looked
round
in
the
sleigh
.
"
Look
,
his
mustache
and
eyelashes
are
all
white
!
"
said
one
of
the
strange
,
pretty
,
unfamiliar
people
--
the
one
with
fine
eyebrows
and
mustache
.
"
I
think
this
used
to
be
Natásha
,
"
thought
Nicholas
,
"
and
that
was
Madame
Schoss
,
but
perhaps
it
's
not
,
and
this
Circassian
with
the
mustache
I
do
n't
know
,
but
I
love
her
.
"
"
Are
n't
you
cold
?
"
he
asked
.
They
did
not
answer
but
began
to
laugh
Dimmler
from
the
sleigh
behind
shouted
something
--
probably
something
funny
--
but
they
could
not
make
out
what
he
said
.
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
some
voices
answered
,
laughing
.
