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"
No
,
friend
,
"
said
a
pleasant
and
,
as
it
seemed
to
Prince
Andrew
,
a
familiar
voice
,
"
what
I
say
is
that
if
it
were
possible
to
know
what
is
beyond
death
,
none
of
us
would
be
afraid
of
it
.
That
's
so
,
friend
.
"
Another
,
a
younger
voice
,
interrupted
him
:
"
Afraid
or
not
,
you
ca
n't
escape
it
anyhow
.
"
"
All
the
same
,
one
is
afraid
!
Oh
,
you
clever
people
,
"
said
a
third
manly
voice
interrupting
them
both
.
"
Of
course
you
artillery
men
are
very
wise
,
because
you
can
take
everything
along
with
you
--
vodka
and
snacks
.
"
And
the
owner
of
the
manly
voice
,
evidently
an
infantry
officer
,
laughed
.
"
Yes
,
one
is
afraid
,
"
continued
the
first
speaker
,
he
of
the
familiar
voice
.
"
One
is
afraid
of
the
unknown
,
that
's
what
it
is
.
Whatever
we
may
say
about
the
soul
going
to
the
sky
...
we
know
there
is
no
sky
but
only
an
atmosphere
.
"
The
manly
voice
again
interrupted
the
artillery
officer
.
"
Well
,
stand
us
some
of
your
herb
vodka
,
Túshin
,
"
it
said
.
"
Why
,
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
,
"
that
's
the
captain
who
stood
up
in
the
sutler
's
hut
without
his
boots
.
"
He
recognized
the
agreeable
,
philosophizing
voice
with
pleasure
.
"
Some
herb
vodka
?
Certainly
!
"
said
Túshin
.
"
But
still
,
to
conceive
a
future
life
...
"
He
did
not
finish
.
Just
then
there
was
a
whistle
in
the
air
;
nearer
and
nearer
,
faster
and
louder
,
louder
and
faster
,
a
cannon
ball
,
as
if
it
had
not
finished
saying
what
was
necessary
,
thudded
into
the
ground
near
the
shed
with
super
human
force
,
throwing
up
a
mass
of
earth
