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The
officer
mounted
his
horse
and
rode
after
him
When
he
reached
the
bridge
he
saw
two
unlimbered
guns
,
the
infantry
crossing
the
bridge
,
several
overturned
carts
,
and
frightened
and
laughing
faces
among
the
troops
.
Beside
the
cannon
a
cart
was
standing
to
which
two
horses
were
harnessed
.
Four
borzois
with
collars
were
pressing
close
to
the
wheels
.
The
cart
was
loaded
high
,
and
at
the
very
top
,
beside
a
child
's
chair
with
its
legs
in
the
air
,
sat
a
peasant
woman
uttering
piercing
and
desperate
shrieks
.
He
was
told
by
his
fellow
officers
that
the
screams
of
the
crowd
and
the
shrieks
of
the
woman
were
due
to
the
fact
that
General
Ermólov
,
coming
up
to
the
crowd
and
learning
that
soldiers
were
dispersing
among
the
shops
while
crowds
of
civilians
blocked
the
bridge
,
had
ordered
two
guns
to
be
unlimbered
and
made
a
show
of
firing
at
the
bridge
.
The
crowd
,
crushing
one
another
,
upsetting
carts
,
and
shouting
and
squeezing
desperately
,
had
cleared
off
the
bridge
and
the
troops
were
now
moving
forward
.
Meanwhile
,
the
city
itself
was
deserted
.
There
was
hardly
anyone
in
the
streets
.
The
gates
and
shops
were
all
closed
,
only
here
and
there
round
the
taverns
solitary
shouts
or
drunken
songs
could
be
heard
.
Nobody
drove
through
the
streets
and
footsteps
were
rarely
heard
.
The
Povarskáya
was
quite
still
and
deserted
.
The
huge
courtyard
of
the
Rostóvs
'
house
was
littered
with
wisps
of
hay
and
with
dung
from
the
horses
,
and
not
a
soul
was
to
be
seen
there
.
In
the
great
drawing
room
of
the
house
,
which
had
been
left
with
all
it
contained
,
were
two
people
.
They
were
the
yard
porter
Ignát
,
and
the
page
boy
Míshka
,
Vasílich
's
grandson
who
had
stayed
in
Moscow
with
his
grandfather
.
Míshka
had
opened
the
clavichord
and
was
strumming
on
it
with
one
finger
.
The
yard
porter
,
his
arms
akimbo
,
stood
smiling
with
satisfaction
before
the
large
mirror
.
"
Is
n't
it
fine
,
eh
,
Uncle
Ignát
?
"
said
the
boy
,
suddenly
beginning
to
strike
the
keyboard
with
both
hands
.
"
Only
fancy
!
"
answered
Ignát
,
surprised
at
the
broadening
grin
on
his
face
in
the
mirror
.
"
Impudence
!
Impudence
!
"
they
heard
behind
them
the
voice
of
Mávra
Kuzmínichna
who
had
entered
silently
.
"
How
he
's
grinning
,
the
fat
mug
!
Is
that
what
you
're
here
for
?
Nothing
's
cleared
away
down
there
and
Vasílich
is
worn
out
.
Just
you
wait
a
bit
!
"
Ignát
left
off
smiling
,
adjusted
his
belt
,
and
went
out
of
the
room
with
meekly
downcast
eyes
.
"
Aunt
,
I
did
it
gently
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
I
'll
give
you
something
gently
,
you
monkey
you
!
"
cried
Mávra
Kuzmínichna
,
raising
her
arm
threateningly
.
"
Go
and
get
the
samovar
to
boil
for
your
grandfather
.
"
