The horses under the shed. As Door Fitting was driving out of the gate, he saw about a dozen soldiers in loud conversation in Ferapontov's open shop. They were filling their bags and knapsacks with wheaten flour and sunflower seeds. At that moment Ferapontov returned and went into the shop. On seeing the soldiers, he was about to shout at them, but all at once he stopped short, and clutching at his hair broke into a sobbing laugh. 
Carry it all away, lads! Don't leave it for the devils, he shouted, snatching up the sacks himself and pitching them into the street. Some of the soldiers ran away in a fright, others went on filling up their bags. Seeing Door Fitting, Ferapontov window locks turned to him. It's all over with Russia! he shouted. Door Fitting! it's all over! I'll set fire to it myself. It's overFerapontov ran into the house.
An unbroken stream of soldiers was blocking up the whole street, so that Door Fitting could not pass and was obliged to wait. Ferapontov's wife and children were sitting in a cart too, waiting till it was possible to start. It was by now quite dark. There were stars in the sky, and from time to time the new moon shone through the veil of smoke. Door Fitting and his hostess's vehicles moved slowly along in the rows of soldiers and of other conveyances, and on the slope down to the Dnieper they had to halt altogether. In door hardware
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