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"
Twy
me
for
wobbewy
...
oh
!
Some
more
water
...
Let
them
twy
me
,
but
I
'll
always
thwash
scoundwels
...
and
I
'll
tell
the
Empewo
'
...
Ice
...
"
he
muttered
.
The
regimental
doctor
,
when
he
came
,
said
it
was
absolutely
necessary
to
bleed
Denísov
.
A
deep
saucer
of
black
blood
was
taken
from
his
hairy
arm
and
only
then
was
he
able
to
relate
what
had
happened
to
him
.
"
I
get
there
,
"
began
Denísov
.
"'
Now
then
,
where
's
your
chief
's
quarters
?
'
They
were
pointed
out
.
'
Please
to
wait
.
'
'
I
've
widden
twenty
miles
and
have
duties
to
attend
to
and
no
time
to
wait
.
Announce
me
.
'
Vewy
well
,
so
out
comes
their
head
chief
--
also
took
it
into
his
head
to
lecture
me
:
'
It
's
wobbewy
!
'
--
'
Wobbewy
,
'
I
say
,
'
is
not
done
by
man
who
seizes
pwovisions
to
feed
his
soldiers
,
but
by
him
who
takes
them
to
fill
his
own
pockets
!
'
'
Will
you
please
be
silent
?
'
'
Vewy
good
!
'
Then
he
says
:
'
Go
and
give
a
weceipt
to
the
commissioner
,
but
your
affair
will
be
passed
on
to
headquarters
.
'
I
go
to
the
commissioner
.
I
enter
,
and
at
the
table
...
who
do
you
think
?
No
,
but
wait
a
bit
!
...
Who
is
it
that
's
starving
us
?
"
shouted
Denísov
,
hitting
the
table
with
the
fist
of
his
newly
bled
arm
so
violently
that
the
table
nearly
broke
down
and
the
tumblers
on
it
jumped
about
.
"
Telyánin
!
'
What
?
So
it
's
you
who
's
starving
us
to
death
!
Is
it
?
Take
this
and
this
!
'
and
I
hit
him
so
pat
,
stwaight
on
his
snout
...
'
Ah
,
what
a.
.
.
what
a.
.
.
!
'
and
I
sta
'
ted
fwashing
him
...
Well
,
I
've
had
a
bit
of
fun
I
can
tell
you
!
"
cried
Denísov
,
gleeful
and
yet
angry
,
his
white
teeth
showing
under
his
black
mustache
.
"
I
'd
have
killed
him
if
they
had
n't
taken
him
away
!
"
"
But
what
are
you
shouting
for
?
Calm
yourself
,
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
You
've
set
your
arm
bleeding
afresh
.
Wait
,
we
must
tie
it
up
again
.
"
Denísov
was
bandaged
up
again
and
put
to
bed
.
Next
day
he
woke
calm
and
cheerful
.
But
at
noon
the
adjutant
of
the
regiment
came
into
Rostóv
's
and
Denísov
's
dugout
with
a
grave
and
serious
face
and
regretfully
showed
them
a
paper
addressed
to
Major
Denísov
from
the
regimental
commander
in
which
inquiries
were
made
about
yesterday
's
occurrence
.
The
adjutant
told
them
that
the
affair
was
likely
to
take
a
very
bad
turn
:
that
a
court-martial
had
been
appointed
,
and
that
in
view
of
the
severity
with
which
marauding
and
insubordination
were
now
regarded
,
degradation
to
the
ranks
would
be
the
best
that
could
be
hoped
for
.
The
case
,
as
represented
by
the
offended
parties
,
was
that
,
after
seizing
the
transports
,
Major
Denísov
,
being
drunk
,
went
to
the
chief
quartermaster
and
without
any
provocation
called
him
a
thief
,
threatened
to
strike
him
,
and
on
being
led
out
had
rushed
into
the
office
and
given
two
officials
a
thrashing
,
and
dislocated
the
arm
of
one
of
them
.
In
answer
to
Rostóv
's
renewed
questions
,
Denísov
said
,
laughing
,
that
he
thought
he
remembered
that
some
other
fellow
had
got
mixed
up
in
it
,
but
that
it
was
all
nonsense
and
rubbish
,
and
he
did
not
in
the
least
fear
any
kind
of
trial
,
and
that
if
those
scoundrels
dared
attack
him
he
would
give
them
an
answer
that
they
would
not
easily
forget
.
