战争与和平(上)-第10章

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oncealed。　The　lines　of　that　mouth　were　extremely　delicately　chiselled。　The　upper　lip　closed　vigorously　in　a　sharp　wedge…shape　on　the　firm　lower　one；　and　at　the　corners　the　mouth　always　formed　something　like　two　smiles；　one　at　each　side；　and　altogether；　especially　in　conjunction　with　the　resolute；　insolent；　shrewd　look　of　his　eyes；　made　such　an　impression　that　it　was　impossible　to　overlook　his　face。　Dolohov　was　a　man　of　small　means　and　no　connections。　And　yet　though　Anatole　was　spending　ten　thousand　a　year；　Dolohov　lived　with　him　and　succeeded　in　so　regulating　the　position　that　Anatole　and　all　who　knew　them　respected　Dolohov　more　than　Anatole。　Dolohov　played　at　every　sort　of　game；　and　almost　always　won。　However　much　he　drank；　his　brain　never　lost　its　clearness。　Both　Kuragin　and　Dolohov　were　at　that　time　notorious　figures　in　the　fast　and　dissipated　world　in　Petersburg。
The　bottle　of　rum　was　brought：　the　window…frame；　which　hindered　any　one　sitting　on　the　outside　sill　of　the　window；　was　being　broken　out　by　two　footmen；　obviously　flurried　and　intimidated　by　the　shouts　and　directions　given　by　the　gentlemen　around　them。
Anatole　with　his　swaggering　air　came　up　to　the　window。　He　was　longing　to　break　something。　He　shoved　the　footmen　aside　and　pulled　at　the　frame；　but　the　frame　did　not　give。　He　smashed　a　pane。
“Now　then；　you’re　the　strong　man；”　he　turned　to　Pierre。　Pierre　took　hold　of　the　cross　beam；　tugged；　and　with　a　crash　wrenched　the　oak　frame　out。
“All　out；　or　they’ll　think　I’m　holding　on；”　said　Dolohov。
“The　Englishman’s　bragging…it’s　a　fine　feat…eh？”　said　Anatole。
“Fine；”　said　Pierre；　looking　at　Dolohov；　who　with　the　bottle　in　his　hand　had　gone　up　to　the　window；　from　which　the　light　of　the　sky　could　be　seen　and　the　glow　of　morning　and　of　evening　melting　into　it。　Dolohov　jumped　up　on　to　the　window；　holding　the　bottle　of　rum　in　his　hand。　“Listen！”　he　shouted；　standing　on　the　sill　and　facing　the　room。　Every　one　was　silent。
“I　take　a　bet”　（he　spoke　in　French　that　the　Englishman　might　hear　him；　and　spoke　it　none　too　well）…“I　take　a　bet　for　fifty　imperials—like　to　make　it　a　hundred？”　he　added；　turning　to　the　Englishman。
“Nó；　fifty；”　said　the　Englishman。
“Good；　for　fifty　imperials；　that　I’ll　drink　off　a　whole　bottle　of　rum　without　taking　it　from　my　lips。　I’ll　drink　it　sitting　outside　the　window；　here　on　this　place”　（he　bent　down　and　pointed　to　the　sloping　projection　of　the　wall　outside　the　window）…　“and　without　holding　on　to　anything。…That　right？”
“All　right；”　said　the　Englishman。
Anatole　turned　to　the　Englishman　and　taking　him　by　the　button　of　his　coat；　and　looking　down　at　him　（the　Englishman　was　a　short　man）；　he　began　repeating　the　terms　of　the　wager　in　English。
“Wait　a　minute！”　shouted　Dolohov；　striking　the　bottle　on　the　window　to　call　attention。　“Wait　a　minute；　Kuragin；　listen：　if　any　one　does　the　same　thing；　I’ll　pay　him　a　hundred　imperials。　Do　you　understand？”
The　Englishman　nodded　without　making　it　plain　whether　be　intended　to　take　this　new　bet　or　not。
Anatole　persisted　in　keeping　hold　of　the　Englishman；　and　although　the　latter；　nodding；　gave　him　to　understand　that　he　comprehended　fully；　Anatole　translated　Dolohov’s　words　into　English。　A　thin；　youthful　hussar；　who　had　been　losing　at　cards　that　evening；　slipped　up　to　the　window；　poked　his　head　out　and　looked　down。
“Oo！…oo！…oo！”　he　said　looking　out　of　the　window　at　the　pavement　below。
“Shut　up！”　cried　Dolohov；　and　he　pushed　the　officer　away；　so　that；　tripping　over　his　spurs；　he　went　skipping　awkwardly　into　the　room。
Setting　the　bottle　on　the　window…sill；　so　as　to　have　it　within　reach；　Dolohov　climbed　slowly　and　carefully　into　the　window。　Lowering　his　legs　over；　with　both　hands　spread　open　on　the　window…ledge；　he　tried　the　position；　seated　himself；　let　his　hands　go；　moved　a　little　to　the　right；　and　then　to　the　left；　and　took　the　bottle。　Anatole　brought　two　candles；　and　set　them　on　the　window…ledge；　so　that　it　was　quite　light。　Dolohov’s　back　in　his　white　shirt　and　his　curly　head　were　lighted　up　on　both　sides。　All　crowded　round　the　window。　The　Englishman　stood　in　front。　Pierre　smiled；　and　said　nothing。　One　of　the　party；　rather　older　than　the　rest；　suddenly　came　forward　with　a　scared　and　angry　face；　and　tried　to　clutch　Dolohov　by　his　shirt。
“Gentlemen；　this　is　idiocy；　he’ll　be　killed；”　said　this　more　sensible　man。
Anatole　stopped　him。
“Don’t　touch　him；　you’ll　startle　him　and　he’ll　be　killed。　Eh？…What　then；　eh？”
Dolohov　turned；　balancing　himself；　and　again　spreading　his　hands　out。
“If　any　one　takes　hold　of　me　again；”　he　said；　letting　his　words　drop　one　by　one　through　his　thin；　tightly　compressed　lips；　“I’ll　throw　him　down　from　here。　Now…”
Saying　“now；”　he　turned　again；　let　his　hands　drop；　took　the　bottle　and　put　it　to　his　lips；　bent　his　head　back　and　held　his　disengaged　hand　upwards　to　keep　his　balance。　One　of　the　footmen　who　had　begun　clearing　away　the　broken　glass；　stopped　still　in　a　stooping　posture；　his　eyes　fixed　on　the　window　and　Dolohov’s　back。　Anatole　stood　upright；　with　wide…open　eyes。　The　Englishman　stared　from　one　side；　pursing　up　his　lips。　The　man　who　had　tried　to　stop　it；　had　retreated　to　the　corner　of　the　room；　and　lay　on　the　sofa　with　his　face　to　the　wall。　Pierre　hid　his　face；　and　a　smile　strayed　forgotten　upon　it；　though　it　was　full　of　terror　and　fear。　All　were　silent。　Pierre　took　his　hands　from　his　eyes；　Dolohov　was　still　sitting　in　the　same　position；　only　his　head　was　so　far　bent　back　that　his　curls　touched　his　shirt　collar；　and　the　hand　with　the　bottle　rose　higher　and　higher；　trembling　with　evident　effort。　Evidently　the　bottle　was　nearly　empty；　and　so　was　tipped　higher；　throwing　the　head　back。　“Why　is　it　so　long？”　thought　Pierre。　It　seemed　to　him　that　more　than　half　an　hour　had　passed。　Suddenly　Dolohov　made　a　backward　movement　of　the　spine；　and　his　arm　trembled　nervously；　this　was　enough　to　displace　his　whole　body　as　he　sat　on　the　sloping　projection。　He　moved　all　over；　and　his　arm　and　head　trembled　still　more　violently　with　the　strain。　One　hand　rose　to　clutch　at　the　window…ledge；　but　it　dropped　again。　Pierre　shut　his　eyes　once　more；　and　said　to　himself　that　he　would　never　open　them　again。　Suddenly　he　was　aware　of　a　general　stir　about　him。　He　glanced　up；　Dolohov　was　standing　on　the　window…ledge；　his　face　was　pale　and　full　of　merriment。
“Empty！”
He　tossed　the　bottle　to　the　Englishman；　who　caught　it　neatly。　Dolohov　jumped　down　from　the　window。　He　smelt　very　strongly　of　rum。
“Capital！　Bravo！　That’s　something　like　a　bet。　You’re　a　devil　of　a　fellow！”　came　shouts　from　all　sides。
The　Englishman　took　out　his　purse　and　counted　out　the　money。　Dolohov　frowned　and　did　not　speak。　Pierre　dashed　up　to　the　window。
“Gentlemen。　Who’ll　take　a　bet　with　me？　I’ll　do　the　same！”　he　shouted　suddenly。　“I　don’t　care　about　betting；　see　here；　tell　them　to　give　me　a　bottle。　I’ll　do　it。…Tell　them　to　give　it　here。”
“Let　him；　let　him！”　said　Dolohov；　smiling。
“What；　are　you　mad？　No　one　would　let　you。　Why；　you　turn　giddy　going　downstairs；”　various　persons　protested。
“I’ll　drink　it；　give　me　the　bottle　of　rum；”　roared　Pierre；　striking　the　table　with　a　resolute；　drunken　gesture；　and　he　climbed　into　the　window。　They　clutched　at　his　arms；　but　he　was　so　strong　that　he　shoved　every　one　far　away　who　came　near　him。
“No；　there’s　no　managing　him　like　that；”　said　Anatole。　“Wait　a　bit；　I’ll　get　round　him。…Listen；　I’ll　take　your　bet；　but　for　to…morrow；　for　we’re　all　going　on　now　to…”
“Yes；　come　along；”　shouted　Pierre；　“come　along。…And　take　Mishka　with　us。”…And　he　caught　hold　of　the　bear；　and　embracing　it　and　lifting　it　up；　began　waltzing　round　the　room　with　it。


Chapter　7
PRINCE　VASSILY　kept　the　promise　he　had　made　at　Anna　Pavlovna’s　soirée　to　Princess　Drubetskoy；　who　had　petitioned　him　in　favour　of　her　only　son　Boris。　His　case　had　been　laid　before　the　Emperor；　and　though　it　was　not　to　be　a　precedent　for　others；　he　received　a　commission　as　sub…lieutenant　in　the　Guards　of　the　Semenovsky　regiment。　But　the　post　of　an　adjutant　or　attaché　in　Kutuzov’s　service　was　not　to　be　obtained　for　Boris　by　all　Anna　Mihalovna’s　efforts　and　entreaties。　Shortly　after　the　gathering　at　Anna　Pavlovna