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"
And
what
devil
made
me
go
to
that
wat
?
"
(
an
officer
nicknamed
"
the
rat
"
)
he
said
,
rubbing
his
forehead
and
whole
face
with
both
hands
.
"
Just
fancy
,
he
did
n't
let
me
win
a
single
cahd
,
not
one
cahd
.
"
He
took
the
lighted
pipe
that
was
offered
to
him
,
gripped
it
in
his
fist
,
and
tapped
it
on
the
floor
,
making
the
sparks
fly
,
while
he
continued
to
shout
.
"
He
lets
one
win
the
singles
and
collahs
it
as
soon
as
one
doubles
it
;
gives
the
singles
and
snatches
the
doubles
!
"
He
scattered
the
burning
tobacco
,
smashed
the
pipe
,
and
threw
it
away
.
Then
he
remained
silent
for
a
while
,
and
all
at
once
looked
cheerfully
with
his
glittering
,
black
eyes
at
Rostóv
.
"
If
at
least
we
had
some
women
here
;
but
there
's
nothing
foh
one
to
do
but
dwink
.
If
we
could
only
get
to
fighting
soon
.
Hullo
,
who
's
there
?
"
he
said
,
turning
to
the
door
as
he
heard
a
tread
of
heavy
boots
and
the
clinking
of
spurs
that
came
to
a
stop
,
and
a
respectful
cough
.
"
The
squadron
quartermaster
!
"
said
Lavrúshka
.
Denísov
's
face
puckered
still
more
.
"
Wetched
!
"
he
muttered
,
throwing
down
a
purse
with
some
gold
in
it
.
"
Wostóv
,
deah
fellow
,
just
see
how
much
there
is
left
and
shove
the
purse
undah
the
pillow
,
"
he
said
,
and
went
out
to
the
quartermaster
.
Rostóv
took
the
money
and
,
mechanically
arranging
the
old
and
new
coins
in
separate
piles
,
began
counting
them
.
"
Ah
!
Telyánin
!
How
d'ye
do
?
They
plucked
me
last
night
,
"
came
Denísov
's
voice
from
the
next
room
.
