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The old prince and Sergey Ivanovitch got into the trap and drove

off; the rest of the party hastened ho white and then black, moved down so

quickly that they had to quicken their pace to get ho and black as soot-laden

smoke, rushed with extraordinary swiftness over the sky They

were still two hundred paces froust of wind had

already blown up, and every second the downpour htened and gleeful shrieks

Darya Alexandrovna, struggling painfully with her skirts that

clung round her legs, was not walking, but running, her eyes

fixed on the children Thesteps beside her They were just at the

steps when a big drop fell splashing on the edge of the iron

guttering The children and their elders after the afea Mihalovna, who ht she ith you," she said

"And Mitya?"

"In the copse, he s and ran towards the copse

In that brief interval of ti the sun so completely that it was dark as an eclipse

Stubbornly, as though insisting on its rights, the wind stopped