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On
entering
the
room
now
he
crossed
himself
,
turning
toward
the
front
corner
of
the
room
,
and
went
up
to
Dólokhov
,
holding
out
a
small
,
black
hand
.
"
Theodore
Iványch
!
"
he
said
,
bowing
.
"
How
d'you
do
,
friend
?
Well
,
here
he
is
!
"
"
Good
day
,
your
excellency
!
"
he
said
,
again
holding
out
his
hand
to
Anatole
who
had
just
come
in
.
"
I
say
,
Balagá
,
"
said
Anatole
,
putting
his
hands
on
the
man
's
shoulders
,
"
do
you
care
for
me
or
not
?
Eh
?
Now
,
do
me
a
service
...
What
horses
have
you
come
with
?
Eh
?
"
"
As
your
messenger
ordered
,
your
special
beasts
,
"
replied
Balagá
.
"
Well
,
listen
,
Balagá
!
Drive
all
three
to
death
but
get
me
there
in
three
hours
.
Eh
?
"
"
When
they
are
dead
,
what
shall
I
drive
?
"
said
Balagá
with
a
wink
.
"
Mind
,
I
'll
smash
your
face
in
!
Do
n't
make
jokes
!
"
cried
Anatole
,
suddenly
rolling
his
eyes
.
"
Why
joke
?
"
said
the
driver
,
laughing
.
"
As
if
I
'd
grudge
my
gentlemen
anything
!
As
fast
as
ever
the
horses
can
gallop
,
so
fast
we
'll
go
!
"
