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Denísov
spoke
contemptuously
of
the
whole
matter
,
but
Rostóv
knew
him
too
well
not
to
detect
that
(
while
hiding
it
from
others
)
at
heart
he
feared
a
court-martial
and
was
worried
over
the
affair
,
which
was
evidently
taking
a
bad
turn
.
Every
day
,
letters
of
inquiry
and
notices
from
the
court
arrived
,
and
on
the
first
of
May
,
Denísov
was
ordered
to
hand
the
squadron
over
to
the
next
in
seniority
and
appear
before
the
staff
of
his
division
to
explain
his
violence
at
the
commissariat
office
.
On
the
previous
day
Plátov
reconnoitered
with
two
Cossack
regiments
and
two
squadrons
of
hussars
Denísov
,
as
was
his
wont
,
rode
out
in
front
of
the
outposts
,
parading
his
courage
.
A
bullet
fired
by
a
French
sharpshooter
hit
him
in
the
fleshy
part
of
his
leg
.
Perhaps
at
another
time
Denísov
would
not
have
left
the
regiment
for
so
slight
a
wound
,
but
now
he
took
advantage
of
it
to
excuse
himself
from
appearing
at
the
staff
and
went
into
hospital
.
In
June
the
battle
of
Friedland
was
fought
,
in
which
the
Pávlograds
did
not
take
part
,
and
after
that
an
armistice
was
proclaimed
.
Rostóv
,
who
felt
his
friend
's
absence
very
much
,
having
no
news
of
him
since
he
left
and
feeling
very
anxious
about
his
wound
and
the
progress
of
his
affairs
,
took
advantage
of
the
armistice
to
get
leave
to
visit
Denísov
in
hospital
.
The
hospital
was
in
a
small
Prussian
town
that
had
been
twice
devastated
by
Russian
and
French
troops
.
Because
it
was
summer
,
when
it
is
so
beautiful
out
in
the
fields
,
the
little
town
presented
a
particularly
dismal
appearance
with
its
broken
roofs
and
fences
,
its
foul
streets
,
tattered
inhabitants
,
and
the
sick
and
drunken
soldiers
wandering
about
.
The
hospital
was
in
a
brick
building
with
some
of
the
window
frames
and
panes
broken
and
a
courtyard
surrounded
by
the
remains
of
a
wooden
fence
that
had
been
pulled
to
pieces
.
Several
bandaged
soldiers
,
with
pale
swollen
faces
,
were
sitting
or
walking
about
in
the
sunshine
in
the
yard
.
Directly
Rostóv
entered
the
door
he
was
enveloped
by
a
smell
of
putrefaction
and
hospital
air
.
On
the
stairs
he
met
a
Russian
army
doctor
smoking
a
cigar
.
The
doctor
was
followed
by
a
Russian
assistant
.
"
I
ca
n't
tear
myself
to
pieces
,
"
the
doctor
was
saying
.
"
Come
to
Makár
Alexéevich
in
the
evening
.
I
shall
be
there
.
"
The
assistant
asked
some
further
questions
.
"
Oh
,
do
the
best
you
can
!
Is
n't
it
all
the
same
?
"
The
doctor
noticed
Rostóv
coming
upstairs
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
sir
?
"
said
the
doctor
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
The
bullets
having
spared
you
,
do
you
want
to
try
typhus
?
This
is
a
pesthouse
,
sir
.
