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"
Eh
,
you
rascal
!
"
Pierre
heard
the
same
kind
voice
saying
at
the
other
end
of
the
shed
.
"
So
you
've
come
,
you
rascal
?
She
remembers
...
Now
,
now
,
that
'll
do
!
"
And
the
soldier
,
pushing
away
a
little
dog
that
was
jumping
up
at
him
,
returned
to
his
place
and
sat
down
.
In
his
hands
he
had
something
wrapped
in
a
rag
.
"
Here
,
eat
a
bit
,
sir
,
"
said
he
,
resuming
his
former
respectful
tone
as
he
unwrapped
and
offered
Pierre
some
baked
potatoes
.
"
We
had
soup
for
dinner
and
the
potatoes
are
grand
!
"
Pierre
had
not
eaten
all
day
and
the
smell
of
the
potatoes
seemed
extremely
pleasant
to
him
.
He
thanked
the
soldier
and
began
to
eat
.
"
Well
,
are
they
all
right
?
"
said
the
soldier
with
a
smile
.
"
You
should
do
like
this
.
"
He
took
a
potato
,
drew
out
his
clasp
knife
,
cut
the
potato
into
two
equal
halves
on
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
sprinkled
some
salt
on
it
from
the
rag
,
and
handed
it
to
Pierre
.
"
The
potatoes
are
grand
!
"
he
said
once
more
.
"
Eat
some
like
that
!
"
Pierre
thought
he
had
never
eaten
anything
that
tasted
better
.
"
Oh
,
I
'm
all
right
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
why
did
they
shoot
those
poor
fellows
?
The
last
one
was
hardly
twenty
.
"
"
Tss
,
tt
...
!
"
said
the
little
man
.
"
Ah
,
what
a
sin
...
what
a
sin
!
"
he
added
quickly
,
and
as
if
his
words
were
always
waiting
ready
in
his
mouth
and
flew
out
involuntarily
he
went
on
:
"
How
was
it
,
sir
,
that
you
stayed
in
Moscow
?
"
