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"
It
wo
n't
hurt
that
devil
--
he
's
as
strong
as
a
horse
!
"
they
said
of
him
.
Once
a
Frenchman
Tíkhon
was
trying
to
capture
fired
a
pistol
at
him
and
shot
him
in
the
fleshy
part
of
the
back
.
That
wound
(
which
Tíkhon
treated
only
with
internal
and
external
applications
of
vodka
)
was
the
subject
of
the
liveliest
jokes
by
the
whole
detachment
--
jokes
in
which
Tíkhon
readily
joined
.
"
Hallo
,
mate
!
Never
again
?
Gave
you
a
twist
?
"
the
Cossacks
would
banter
him
.
And
Tíkhon
,
purposely
writhing
and
making
faces
,
pretended
to
be
angry
and
swore
at
the
French
with
the
funniest
curses
.
The
only
effect
of
this
incident
on
Tíkhon
was
that
after
being
wounded
he
seldom
brought
in
prisoners
.
He
was
the
bravest
and
most
useful
man
in
the
party
.
No
one
found
more
opportunities
for
attacking
,
no
one
captured
or
killed
more
Frenchmen
,
and
consequently
he
was
made
the
buffoon
of
all
the
Cossacks
and
hussars
and
willingly
accepted
that
role
.
Now
he
had
been
sent
by
Denísov
overnight
to
Shámshevo
to
capture
a
"
tongue
.
"
But
whether
because
he
had
not
been
content
to
take
only
one
Frenchman
or
because
he
had
slept
through
the
night
,
he
had
crept
by
day
into
some
bushes
right
among
the
French
and
,
as
Denísov
had
witnessed
from
above
,
had
been
detected
by
them
.
After
talking
for
some
time
with
the
esaul
about
next
day
's
attack
,
which
now
,
seeing
how
near
they
were
to
the
French
,
he
seemed
to
have
definitely
decided
on
,
Denísov
turned
his
horse
and
rode
back
.
"
Now
,
my
lad
,
we
'll
go
and
get
dwy
,
"
he
said
to
Pétya
.
As
they
approached
the
watchhouse
Denísov
stopped
,
peering
into
the
forest
.
Among
the
trees
a
man
with
long
legs
and
long
,
swinging
arms
,
wearing
a
short
jacket
,
bast
shoes
,
and
a
Kazán
hat
,
was
approaching
with
long
,
light
steps
.
He
had
a
musketoon
over
his
shoulder
and
an
ax
stuck
in
his
girdle
.
When
he
espied
Denísov
he
hastily
threw
something
into
the
bushes
,
removed
his
sodden
hat
by
its
floppy
brim
,
and
approached
his
commander
.
It
was
Tíkhon
.
His
wrinkled
and
pockmarked
face
and
narrow
little
eyes
beamed
with
self-satisfied
merriment
.
He
lifted
his
head
high
and
gazed
at
Denísov
as
if
repressing
a
laugh
.
"
Well
,
where
did
you
disappear
to
?
"
inquired
Denísov
.
"
Where
did
I
disappear
to
?
I
went
to
get
Frenchmen
,
"
answered
Tíkhon
boldly
and
hurriedly
,
in
a
husky
but
melodious
bass
voice
.
"
Why
did
you
push
yourself
in
there
by
daylight
?
You
ass
!
Well
,
why
have
n't
you
taken
one
?
"
