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第132章rostovlookedintentlyintoboris’sfaceoncemoreandhesighed.bergcameback，andoverthebottletheconversationbetweenthethreeofficersbecamelivelier.theguardsmentoldrostovabouttheirmarchandhowtheyhadbeenfêtedinrussia，inpoland，andabroad.theytalkedofthesayingsanddoingsoftheircommander，thegrandduke，andtoldanecdotesofhiskind-heartednessandhisirascibility.bergwassilent，ashealwayswas，whenthesubjectdidnotconcernhimpersonally，butàproposoftheirascibilityofthegranddukeherelatedwithgustohowhehadhadsomewordswiththegranddukeingalicia，whenhishighnesshadinspectedtheregimentsandhadflownintoarageoversomeirregularityintheirmovements.withablandsmileonhisfacehedescribedhowthegranddukehadriddenuptohiminaviolentrage，shouting“arnauts！”（“arnauts”wasthetsarevitch’sfavouritetermofabusewhenhewasinapassion），andhowhehadaskedforthecaptain.“wouldyoubelieveme，count，iwasn’tintheleastalarmed，becauseiknewiwasright.withoutboasting，youknow，count，imaysayiknowalltheregimentaldrill-bookbyheart，andthestandingorders，too，iknowasiknow‘ourfatherthatartinheaven.’andsothat’showitis，count，there’snevertheslightestdetailneglectedinmycompany.somyconsciencewasatease.icameforward.”（bergstoodupandmimickedhowhehadcomeforwardwithhishandtothebeakofhiscap.itwouldcertainlyhavebeendifficulttoimaginemorerespectfulnessandmoreself-complacencyinaface.）“well，hescolded，andscolded，andratedatme，andshoutedhis‘arnauts，’anddamns，and‘tosiberia，’”saidberg，withasubtlesmile.“iknewiwasright，andsoididn’tspeak；howcouldi，count？‘whyareyoudumb？’heshouted.stilliheldmytongue，andwhatdoyouthink，count？nextdaytherewasnothingaboutitintheordersoftheday；that’swhatcomesofkeepingone’shead.yes，indeed，count，”saidberg，pullingathispipeandlettingoffringsofsmoke.