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"
I
,
I.
.
.
I
'll
go
with
you
!
"
cried
Pétya
.
"
There
's
no
need
for
you
to
go
at
all
,
"
said
Denísov
,
addressing
Dólokhov
,
"
and
as
for
him
,
I
wo
n't
let
him
go
on
any
account
.
"
"
I
like
that
!
"
exclaimed
Pétya
.
"
Why
should
n't
I
go
?
"
"
Because
it
's
useless
.
"
"
Well
,
you
must
excuse
me
,
because
...
because
...
I
shall
go
,
and
that
's
all
.
You
'll
take
me
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
he
said
,
turning
to
Dólokhov
.
"
Why
not
?
"
Dólokhov
answered
absently
,
scrutinizing
the
face
of
the
French
drummer
boy
.
"
Have
you
had
that
youngster
with
you
long
?
"
he
asked
Denísov
.
"
He
was
taken
today
but
he
knows
nothing
.
I
'm
keeping
him
with
me
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
where
do
you
put
the
others
?
"
inquired
Dólokhov
.
"
Where
?
I
send
them
away
and
take
a
weceipt
for
them
,
"
shouted
Denísov
,
suddenly
flushing
.
"
And
I
say
boldly
that
I
have
not
a
single
man
's
life
on
my
conscience
.
Would
it
be
difficult
for
you
to
send
thirty
or
thwee
hundwed
men
to
town
under
escort
,
instead
of
staining
--
I
speak
bluntly
--
staining
the
honor
of
a
soldier
?
"
"
That
kind
of
amiable
talk
would
be
suitable
from
this
young
count
of
sixteen
,
"
said
Dólokhov
with
cold
irony
,
"
but
it
's
time
for
you
to
drop
it
.
"
