4/6 I had better go to sleep." And Lavretsky closed his eyes. Lavretsky, for some unknown reason, began to think about Robert Peel,... about French history--of how he would gain a battle, if he were a general; he fancied the shots and the cries .... His head slipped on one side, he opened his eyes. The same fields, the same steppe scenery; the polished shoes of the trace-horses flashed alternately through the driving dust; the coachman's shirt, yellow with red gussets, was puffed out by the wind.... |