“We have orders to drive you off here, and we shall drive you off,” said Dólokhov.
“Only take care you and your Cossacks are not all captured!” said the French grenadier.
The French onlookers and listeners laughed.
“We’ll make you dance as we did under Suvórov … ,” said Dólokhov.
“ Qu’ est-ce qu’il chante? ” asked a Frenchman.
“It’s ancient history,” said another, guessing that it referred to a former war. “The Emperor will teach your Suvara as he has taught the others …”
“Bonaparte …” began Dólokhov, but the Frenchman interrupted him.
“Not Bonaparte. He is the Emperor! Sacré nom … ! ” cried he angrily.
“The devil skin your Emperor.”
And Dólokhov swore at him in coarse soldier’s