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"
Those
were
horses
!
"
Balagá
continued
the
tale
.
"
That
time
I
'd
harnessed
two
young
side
horses
with
the
bay
in
the
shafts
,
"
he
went
on
,
turning
to
Dólokhov
.
"
Will
you
believe
it
,
Theodore
Iványch
,
those
animals
flew
forty
miles
?
I
could
n't
hold
them
in
,
my
hands
grew
numb
in
the
sharp
frost
so
that
I
threw
down
the
reins
--
'
Catch
hold
yourself
,
your
excellency
!
'
says
I
,
and
I
just
tumbled
on
the
bottom
of
the
sleigh
and
sprawled
there
.
It
was
n't
a
case
of
urging
them
on
,
there
was
no
holding
them
in
till
we
reached
the
place
.
The
devils
took
us
there
in
three
hours
!
Only
the
near
one
died
of
it
.
"
Anatole
went
out
of
the
room
and
returned
a
few
minutes
later
wearing
a
fur
coat
girt
with
a
silver
belt
,
and
a
sable
cap
jauntily
set
on
one
side
and
very
becoming
to
his
handsome
face
.
Having
looked
in
a
mirror
,
and
standing
before
Dólokhov
in
the
same
pose
he
had
assumed
before
it
,
he
lifted
a
glass
of
wine
.
"
Well
,
good-by
,
Theodore
.
Thank
you
for
everything
and
farewell
!
"
said
Anatole
.
"
Well
,
comrades
and
friends
...
"
he
considered
for
a
moment
"
...
of
my
youth
,
farewell
!
"
he
said
,
turning
to
Makárin
and
the
others
.
Though
they
were
all
going
with
him
,
Anatole
evidently
wished
to
make
something
touching
and
solemn
out
of
this
address
to
his
comrades
.
He
spoke
slowly
in
a
loud
voice
and
throwing
out
his
chest
slightly
swayed
one
leg
.
"
All
take
glasses
;
you
too
,
Balagá
.
Well
,
comrades
and
friends
of
my
youth
,
we
've
had
our
fling
and
lived
and
reveled
.
Eh
?
And
now
,
when
shall
we
meet
again
?
I
am
going
abroad
.
We
have
had
a
good
time
--
now
farewell
,
lads
!
To
our
health
!
Hurrah
!
...
"
he
cried
,
and
emptying
his
glass
flung
it
on
the
floor
.
"
To
your
health
!
"
said
Balagá
who
also
emptied
his
glass
,
and
wiped
his
mouth
with
his
handkerchief
.
Makárin
embraced
Anatole
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
Ah
,
Prince
,
how
sorry
I
am
to
part
from
you
!
"
Let
's
go
.
Let
's
go
!
"
cried
Anatole
.
Balagá
was
about
to
leave
the
room
.
