Tormented by a cruel and merciless hangover, Lieutenant Rzhevsky stepped onto the porch of the hut of the village of Razpizdyaylovo. He was dressed in shabby hussar chikras and a undershirt. The hair was straggled, one boot on the leg, but as befits a dashing hussar, with a saber and with a mustache sticking out.

- Proshka! Your mother, come on syudy, mudevonische! Shouted Rzhevsky hoarsely, calling for the orderly.

- Whatever you want, your goodness? - appeared Prokhor.

- Bring champagne!

- So no-ti! After all, you are the third day you drank it all!

- Well, then vodka!

- So you all drank yesterday!

- So buy it?

- No money left...

- What are you for such a fan, such! Carry even kvass.

- This is the moment!

Having quenched the hangover and thirst with kvass, the lieutenant reached out, grunted and shoved in his teeth. In a pebble in the way, Rzhevsky recognized the raspberry seed with interest.

- Proshka! Well damn son, answer, otkel in my teeth crimson grain? It seems like a long time did not eat raspberry jam? And not the season now for raspberries.

- So you forgot your nobleness! Just the second day in the hayloft with the young lady you fought?

- Natalie Rostov! - Rzhevsky thought lustfully.

A recent evening has come to his mind.

Ball, candles, waltz, dancing couples.

Circling in the dance of Rostov and he says

- Lieutenant, tell me why, you hussars, such ill-mannered? You swear, all the time with bad words ...

- Yes, Natalie, it is, we are hussars rude people. () Still, in the campaigns of horses fuck, s. And by the way, shouldn't Natasha go to our hayloft and get laid?

- Lieutenant, you ham and insolent!

- So you are against?

- Not! But you ham and insolent!

- Lieutenant, help me untie the corset! - asked Rostov in the hayloft an hour later.

- Why, Natasha! I somehow drove the mare, so the clamp itself and burst ...

- Lieutenant, how do you find my chest?

- With difficulty, sir ...

The lieutenant triumphantly commanded Rostov.

- Mademoiselle, now I am izvol planting you deeper.

Fluttering his hips, the lieutenant passionately tore the girl's body.

- Still, he is a cad and a scoundrel! But what is ah? Is strong! - voluptuously twitching under the pressure of the lieutenant, thought Rostov.

Stopping, Rzhevsky, looking at Rostov, who was lying beneath him, said:

- Do you know, Natalie, I have now invented a new position.

- And what?

- Beaver!

- ABOUT! How interesting, Lieutenant! You should definitely teach me.

- Then, if you please, turn over and stand on my knees back to me.

Natasha took the required position. Rzhevsky settling down behind introduced a member.

- But the lieutenant, yes it's just a "cancer", so I can ...

- Natasha, so you-from the stalk from the fork nibble-with ...

... Lieutenant dreamily smacked his lips.

- So, sir, and where does raspberry? - Rzhevsky hardly returned to reality.

- Your honor, so your lady before that sucked the head-captain Vorontsov.

- Nikolai Mikhalych! Old fellow - warmly thought Rzhevsky about a friend.

In the morning, having met Vorontsov on the parade-ground, Rzhevsky was gloomy and walked away from the stables.

- Mister Staff Captain, glad to see you! How did you spend the night?

- I thank the lieutenant, excellent! Was in a brothel, all the girls peretrahal, sir! And how are you?

- And I lost to dust yesterday, I was left without money. So it was necessary in a stable, with horses, with ...

- Fie, the lieutenant is low!

- What are you, captain! I set up a bench - and just right!

- By the way, lieutenant, and yesterday I saved the girl from rape!

- How interesting! Tell that

- Yes, I just persuaded her, sir ...

- Proshka! Son of a bitch! And where does Mr. Staff Captain?

- So he had previously debuted his batman Matvey in the ass, because he ate a jar of raspberry jam in the officer’s buffet ...

The puzzle finally formed into the picture, when Rzhevsky remembered Matvey, who was running out of his office, out of Vorontsov’s tent.

Matvey ran sobbing, holding his buttocks.

And from the tent rushed selective abuse.

- Kanalya! Bitch fuck! Once again ... Yes, I love you ...

A spasm of vomiting twisted the brave lieutenant ...