Leo Tolstoy,
The Snowstorm — III.
“ The hindmost troikas had not yet passed when my driver turned clumsily and struck the attached horses with the sledge shafts. One of the troika team thereupon fell heavily, tearing away the traces and plunging to one side. "You cock-eyed devil, don't you see where you're going, driving over people like that? Devil take you!" ”
