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"
Where
?
At
Bykov
's
,
at
the
rat
's
...
I
knew
it
,
"
replied
a
piping
voice
,
and
Lieutenant
Telyánin
,
a
small
officer
of
the
same
squadron
,
entered
the
room
.
Rostóv
thrust
the
purse
under
the
pillow
and
shook
the
damp
little
hand
which
was
offered
him
.
Telyánin
for
some
reason
had
been
transferred
from
the
Guards
just
before
this
campaign
.
He
behaved
very
well
in
the
regiment
but
was
not
liked
;
Rostóv
especially
detested
him
and
was
unable
to
overcome
or
conceal
his
groundless
antipathy
to
the
man
.
"
Well
,
young
cavalryman
,
how
is
my
Rook
behaving
?
"
he
asked
.
(
Rook
was
a
young
horse
Telyánin
had
sold
to
Rostóv
.
)
The
lieutenant
never
looked
the
man
he
was
speaking
to
straight
in
the
face
;
his
eyes
continually
wandered
from
one
object
to
another
.
"
I
saw
you
riding
this
morning
...
"
he
added
.
"
Oh
,
he
's
all
right
,
a
good
horse
,
"
answered
Rostóv
,
though
the
horse
for
which
he
had
paid
seven
hundred
rubbles
was
not
worth
half
that
sum
.
"
He
's
begun
to
go
a
little
lame
on
the
left
foreleg
,
"
he
added
.
"
The
hoof
's
cracked
!
That
's
nothing
.
I
'll
teach
you
what
to
do
and
show
you
what
kind
of
rivet
to
use
.
"
"
Yes
,
please
do
,
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
I
'll
show
you
,
I
'll
show
you
!
It
's
not
a
secret
.
And
it
's
a
horse
you
'll
thank
me
for
.
"
"
Then
I
'll
have
it
brought
round
,
"
said
Rostóv
wishing
to
avoid
Telyánin
,
and
he
went
out
to
give
the
order
.
