The complete works of Count Tolstoy . y flauntedhis hair, and asked me for a pourboire. No doubt, he didnot expect anything, for my refusal did not in the leastdisappoint him. He thanked me anyway, shoved his capback on his head, and said to me: Well, sir, God grantyou — and, jerking his reins and smacking his lips, hemoved away from us. Soon after Ignashka, too, swayedwith his whole back, and shouted to his horses. Againthe sound of the crunching hoofs, of the shouting, andof the bells took the place of the howling wind, whichbecame particularly audible whenever we stopped. For about fifteen
The complete works of Count Tolstoy . y flauntedhis hair, and asked me for a pourboire. No doubt, he didnot expect anything, for my refusal did not in the leastdisappoint him. He thanked me anyway, shoved his capback on his head, and said to me: Well, sir, God grantyou — and, jerking his reins and smacking his lips, hemoved away from us. Soon after Ignashka, too, swayedwith his whole back, and shouted to his horses. Againthe sound of the crunching hoofs, of the shouting, andof the bells took the place of the howling wind, whichbecame particularly audible whenever we stopped. For about fifteen minutes after the transfer I did notsleep, finding diversion in watching the form of my newdriver and of liis horses. Ignashka sat on the box in adashing fashion, kept leaping up, waved his hand, withthe whip hanging doAvn from it, at the horses, shouted,beat one foot against the other, and, bending over, adjustedthe crupper of the centre horse, which kept sliding off tothe right. He was not tall, but, as I thought, well formed. 64. rmot2 - ????- arlT VII. a cried to me, from tlii ?? The Snow - Storm Photogravure from Painting />y Gruzinski
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