Natasha Rostova is dancing with liuetenant Rhzevsky.
— Liuetenant, you are being awfully silent. Do you know any anecdote to tell?
— An anecdote? Sure! So, yesterday, i exit the barracks, and what do i see?! A civilian is fucking a mare in a courtyard! So i gave a loud whistle, and the mare bolted out — poor sod fell off only at the gates!
— Ew, liuetenan! How gross! Leave me alone!
She went on to dance with Pierre Bezukhov:
— Oh, Pierre! Those hussars are so awful!
— Quite so, my lady! Just yesterday, i'm fucking a mare, when suddenly…