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"
What
a
lot
of
those
Frenchies
were
taken
today
,
and
the
fact
is
that
not
one
of
them
had
what
you
might
call
real
boots
on
,
"
said
a
soldier
,
starting
a
new
theme
.
"
They
were
no
more
than
make-believes
.
"
"
The
Cossacks
have
taken
their
boots
.
They
were
clearing
the
hut
for
the
colonel
and
carried
them
out
.
It
was
pitiful
to
see
them
,
boys
,
"
put
in
the
dancer
.
"
As
they
turned
them
over
one
seemed
still
alive
and
,
would
you
believe
it
,
he
jabbered
something
in
their
lingo
.
"
"
But
they
're
a
clean
folk
,
lads
,
"
the
first
man
went
on
;
"
he
was
white
--
as
white
as
birchbark
--
and
some
of
them
are
such
fine
fellows
,
you
might
think
they
were
nobles
.
"
"
Well
,
what
do
you
think
?
They
make
soldiers
of
all
classes
there
.
"
"
But
they
do
n't
understand
our
talk
at
all
,
"
said
the
dancer
with
a
puzzled
smile
.
"
I
asked
him
whose
subject
he
was
,
and
he
jabbered
in
his
own
way
.
A
queer
lot
!
"
"
But
it
's
strange
,
friends
,
"
continued
the
man
who
had
wondered
at
their
whiteness
,
"
the
peasants
at
Mozháysk
were
saying
that
when
they
began
burying
the
dead
--
where
the
battle
was
you
know
--
well
,
those
dead
had
been
lying
there
for
nearly
a
month
,
and
says
the
peasant
,
'
they
lie
as
white
as
paper
,
clean
,
and
not
as
much
smell
as
a
puff
of
powder
smoke
.
"'
"
Was
it
from
the
cold
?
"
asked
someone
.
"
You
're
a
clever
fellow
!
From
the
cold
indeed
!
Why
,
it
was
hot
.
If
it
had
been
from
the
cold
,
ours
would
not
have
rotted
either
.
'
But
,
'
he
says
,
'
go
up
to
ours
and
they
are
all
rotten
and
maggoty
.
So
,
'
he
says
,
'
we
tie
our
faces
up
with
kerchiefs
and
turn
our
heads
away
as
we
drag
them
off
:
we
can
hardly
do
it
.
But
theirs
,
'
he
says
,
'
are
white
as
paper
and
not
so
much
smell
as
a
whiff
of
gunpowder
.
"'
All
were
silent
.
