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From
all
sides
were
heard
the
footsteps
and
talk
of
the
infantry
,
who
were
walking
,
driving
past
,
and
settling
down
all
around
.
The
sound
of
voices
,
the
tramping
feet
,
the
horses
'
hoofs
moving
in
mud
,
the
crackling
of
wood
fires
near
and
afar
,
merged
into
one
tremulous
rumble
.
It
was
no
longer
,
as
before
,
a
dark
,
unseen
river
flowing
through
the
gloom
,
but
a
dark
sea
swelling
and
gradually
subsiding
after
a
storm
.
Rostóv
looked
at
and
listened
listlessly
to
what
passed
before
and
around
him
.
An
infantryman
came
to
the
fire
,
squatted
on
his
heels
,
held
his
hands
to
the
blaze
,
and
turned
away
his
face
.
"
You
do
n't
mind
your
honor
?
"
he
asked
Túshin
.
"
I
've
lost
my
company
,
your
honor
.
I
do
n't
know
where
...
such
bad
luck
!
"
With
the
soldier
,
an
infantry
officer
with
a
bandaged
cheek
came
up
to
the
bonfire
,
and
addressing
Túshin
asked
him
to
have
the
guns
moved
a
trifle
to
let
a
wagon
go
past
.
After
he
had
gone
,
two
soldiers
rushed
to
the
campfire
.
They
were
quarreling
and
fighting
desperately
,
each
trying
to
snatch
from
the
other
a
boot
they
were
both
holding
on
to
.
"
You
picked
it
up
?
...
I
dare
say
!
You
're
very
smart
!
"
one
of
them
shouted
hoarsely
.
Then
a
thin
,
pale
soldier
,
his
neck
bandaged
with
a
bloodstained
leg
band
,
came
up
and
in
angry
tones
asked
the
artillerymen
for
water
.
"
Must
one
die
like
a
dog
?
"
said
he
.
Túshin
told
them
to
give
the
man
some
water
.
Then
a
cheerful
soldier
ran
up
,
begging
a
little
fire
for
the
infantry
.
"
A
nice
little
hot
torch
for
the
infantry
!
Good
luck
to
you
,
fellow
countrymen
.
Thanks
for
the
fire
--
we
'll
return
it
with
interest
,
"
said
he
,
carrying
away
into
the
darkness
a
glowing
stick
.
