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"
Your
excellency
,
you
gave
him
leave
yourself
,
on
the
march
.
"
"
Gave
him
leave
?
Leave
?
That
's
just
like
you
young
men
,
"
said
the
regimental
commander
cooling
down
a
little
.
"
Leave
indeed
...
One
says
a
word
to
you
and
you
...
What
?
"
he
added
with
renewed
irritation
,
"
I
beg
you
to
dress
your
men
decently
.
"
And
the
commander
,
turning
to
look
at
the
adjutant
,
directed
his
jerky
steps
down
the
line
.
He
was
evidently
pleased
at
his
own
display
of
anger
and
walking
up
to
the
regiment
wished
to
find
a
further
excuse
for
wrath
.
Having
snapped
at
an
officer
for
an
unpolished
badge
,
at
another
because
his
line
was
not
straight
,
he
reached
the
third
company
.
"
H-o-o-w
are
you
standing
?
Where
's
your
leg
?
Your
leg
?
"
shouted
the
commander
with
a
tone
of
suffering
in
his
voice
,
while
there
were
still
five
men
between
him
and
Dólokhov
with
his
bluish-gray
uniform
Dólokhov
slowly
straightened
his
bent
knee
,
looking
straight
with
his
clear
,
insolent
eyes
in
the
general
's
face
.
"
Why
a
blue
coat
?
Off
with
it
...
Sergeant
major
!
Change
his
coat
...
the
ras
...
"
he
did
not
finish
.
"
General
,
I
must
obey
orders
,
but
I
am
not
bound
to
endure
...
"
Dólokhov
hurriedly
interrupted
.
"
No
talking
in
the
ranks
!
...
No
talking
,
no
talking
!
"
"
Not
bound
to
endure
insults
,
"
Dólokhov
concluded
in
loud
,
ringing
tones
.
The
eyes
of
the
general
and
the
soldier
met
.
The
general
became
silent
,
angrily
pulling
down
his
tight
scarf
.
