Chapter 14
"Well, is she pretty? Ah, friend—my pink one is delicious; her name is Dunyasha… ."
But on glancing at Rostov's face Ilyin stopped short. He saw that his hero and commander was following quite a different train of thought.
Rostov glanced angrily at Ilyin and without replying strode off with rapid steps to the village.
"I'll show them; I'll give it to them, the brigands!" said he to himself.
Alpatych at a gliding trot, only just managing not to run, kept up with him with difficulty.
"What decision have you been pleased to come to?" said he.
Rostov stopped and, clenching his fists, suddenly and sternly turned on Alpatych.
"Decision? What decision? Old dotard!… " cried he. "What have you been about? Eh? The peasants are rioting, and you can't manage them? You're a traitor y
