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Dólokhov
said
that
he
and
his
companion
were
trying
to
overtake
their
regiment
,
and
addressing
the
company
in
general
asked
whether
they
knew
anything
of
the
6th
Regiment
.
None
of
them
knew
anything
,
and
Pétya
thought
the
officers
were
beginning
to
look
at
him
and
Dólokhov
with
hostility
and
suspicion
.
For
some
seconds
all
were
silent
.
"
If
you
were
counting
on
the
evening
soup
,
you
have
come
too
late
,
"
said
a
voice
from
behind
the
fire
with
a
repressed
laugh
.
Dólokhov
replied
that
they
were
not
hungry
and
must
push
on
farther
that
night
.
He
handed
the
horses
over
to
the
soldier
who
was
stirring
the
pot
and
squatted
down
on
his
heels
by
the
fire
beside
the
officer
with
the
long
neck
.
That
officer
did
not
take
his
eyes
from
Dólokhov
and
again
asked
to
what
regiment
he
belonged
.
Dólokhov
,
as
if
he
had
not
heard
the
question
,
did
not
reply
,
but
lighting
a
short
French
pipe
which
he
took
from
his
pocket
began
asking
the
officer
in
how
far
the
road
before
them
was
safe
from
Cossacks
.
"
Those
brigands
are
everywhere
,
"
replied
an
officer
from
behind
the
fire
.
Dólokhov
remarked
that
the
Cossacks
were
a
danger
only
to
stragglers
such
as
his
companion
and
himself
,
"
but
probably
they
would
not
dare
to
attack
large
detachments
?
"
he
added
inquiringly
.
No
one
replied
.
"
Well
,
now
he
'll
come
away
,
"
Pétya
thought
every
moment
as
he
stood
by
the
campfire
listening
to
the
talk
.
But
Dólokhov
restarted
the
conversation
which
had
dropped
and
began
putting
direct
questions
as
to
how
many
men
there
were
in
the
battalion
,
how
many
battalions
,
and
how
many
prisoners
.
Asking
about
the
Russian
prisoners
with
that
detachment
,
Dólokhov
said
:
"
A
horrid
business
dragging
these
corpses
about
with
one
!
It
would
be
better
to
shoot
such
rabble
,
"
and
burst
into
loud
laughter
,
so
strange
that
Pétya
thought
the
French
would
immediately
detect
their
disguise
,
and
involuntarily
took
a
step
back
from
the
campfire
.
No
one
replied
a
word
to
Dólokhov
's
laughter
,
and
a
French
officer
whom
they
could
not
see
(
he
lay
wrapped
in
a
greatcoat
)
rose
and
whispered
something
to
a
companion
.
Dólokhov
got
up
and
called
to
the
soldier
who
was
holding
their
horses
.
