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Several
shopkeepers
crowded
round
the
officer
.
"
Eh
,
what
twaddle
!
"
said
one
of
them
,
a
thin
,
stern-looking
man
.
"
When
one
's
head
is
gone
one
does
n't
weep
for
one
's
hair
!
Take
what
any
of
you
like
!
"
And
flourishing
his
arm
energetically
he
turned
sideways
to
the
officer
.
"
It
's
all
very
well
for
you
,
Iván
Sidórych
,
to
talk
,
"
said
the
first
tradesman
angrily
.
"
Please
step
inside
,
your
honor
!
"
"
Talk
indeed
!
"
cried
the
thin
one
.
"
In
my
three
shops
here
I
have
a
hundred
thousand
rubles
'
worth
of
goods
.
Can
they
be
saved
when
the
army
has
gone
?
Eh
,
what
people
!
'
Against
God
's
might
our
hands
ca
n't
fight
.
"'
"
Come
inside
,
your
honor
!
"
repeated
the
tradesman
,
bowing
.
The
officer
stood
perplexed
and
his
face
showed
indecision
.
"
It
's
not
my
business
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
and
strode
on
quickly
down
one
of
the
passages
.
From
one
open
shop
came
the
sound
of
blows
and
vituperation
,
and
just
as
the
officer
came
up
to
it
a
man
in
a
gray
coat
with
a
shaven
head
was
flung
out
violently
.
This
man
,
bent
double
,
rushed
past
the
tradesman
and
the
officer
.
The
officer
pounced
on
the
soldiers
who
were
in
the
shops
,
but
at
that
moment
fearful
screams
reached
them
from
the
huge
crowd
on
the
Moskvá
bridge
and
the
officer
ran
out
into
the
square
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
is
it
?
"
he
asked
,
but
his
comrade
was
already
galloping
off
past
Vasíli
the
Beatified
in
the
direction
from
which
the
screams
came
.
