… Protect me! What will become of us? I am the wife of the doctor of the Seventh Chasseurs. … They won’t let us pass, we are left behind and have lost our people …”
“I’ll flatten you into a pancake!” shouted the angry officer to the soldier. “Turn back with your slut!”
“ Mr. Aide-de-camp! Help me! … What does it all mean?” screamed the doctor’s wife.
“Kindly let this cart pass. Don’t you see it’s a woman?” said Prince Andréy riding up to the officer.
The officer glanced at him, and without replying turned again to the soldier. “I’ll teach you to push on! … Back!”
“Let them pass, I tell you!” repeated Prince Andréy, compressing his lips.
“And who are you?” cried the officer, turning on him with tipsy rage, “who are you ? Are you in command here? Eh? I am commander here, not you! Go back or I’ll flatten you into a pancake,” repeated he. This expression evidently pleased him.