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For
drinking
,
for
fighting
,
And
for
being
a
gallant
old
boy
...
"
It
goes
smoothly
,
too
.
Well
,
now
,
Zaletáev
!
"
"
Ke
...
"
Zaletáev
,
brought
out
with
effort
:
"
ke-e-e-e
,
"
he
drawled
,
laboriously
pursing
his
lips
,
"
le-trip-ta-la-de-bu-de-ba
,
e
de-tra-va-ga-la
"
he
sang
.
"
Fine
!
Just
like
the
Frenchie
!
Oh
,
ho
ho
!
Do
you
want
some
more
to
eat
?
"
"
Give
him
some
porridge
:
it
takes
a
long
time
to
get
filled
up
after
starving
.
"
They
gave
him
some
more
porridge
and
Morel
with
a
laugh
set
to
work
on
his
third
bowl
.
All
the
young
soldiers
smiled
gaily
as
they
watched
him
.
The
older
men
,
who
thought
it
undignified
to
amuse
themselves
with
such
nonsense
,
continued
to
lie
at
the
opposite
side
of
the
fire
,
but
one
would
occasionally
raise
himself
on
an
elbow
and
glance
at
Morel
with
a
smile
.
"
They
are
men
too
,
"
said
one
of
them
as
he
wrapped
himself
up
in
his
coat
.
"
Even
wormwood
grows
on
its
own
root
.
"
"
O
Lord
,
O
Lord
!
How
starry
it
is
!
Tremendous
!
That
means
a
hard
frost
...
"
They
all
grew
silent
