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"
Am
I
to
let
the
troops
have
the
oats
,
and
to
take
a
receipt
for
them
?
We
have
still
six
hundred
quarters
left
,
"
he
inquired
.
"
What
am
I
to
say
to
him
?
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
,
looking
down
on
the
old
man
's
bald
head
shining
in
the
sun
and
seeing
by
the
expression
on
his
face
that
the
old
man
himself
understood
how
untimely
such
questions
were
and
only
asked
them
to
allay
his
grief
.
"
Yes
,
let
them
have
it
,
"
replied
Prince
Andrew
.
"
If
you
noticed
some
disorder
in
the
garden
,
"
said
Alpátych
,
"
it
was
impossible
to
prevent
it
.
Three
regiments
have
been
here
and
spent
the
night
,
dragoons
mostly
.
I
took
down
the
name
and
rank
of
their
commanding
officer
,
to
hand
in
a
complaint
about
it
.
"
"
Well
,
and
what
are
you
going
to
do
?
Will
you
stay
here
if
the
enemy
occupies
the
place
?
"
asked
Prince
Andrew
.
Alpátych
turned
his
face
to
Prince
Andrew
,
looked
at
him
,
and
suddenly
with
a
solemn
gesture
raised
his
arm
.
"
He
is
my
refuge
!
His
will
be
done
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
A
group
of
bareheaded
peasants
was
approaching
across
the
meadow
toward
the
prince
.
"
Well
,
good-by
!
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
bending
over
to
Alpátych
.
"
You
must
go
away
too
,
take
away
what
you
can
and
tell
the
serfs
to
go
to
the
Ryazán
estate
or
to
the
one
near
Moscow
.
"
Alpátych
clung
to
Prince
Andrew
's
leg
and
burst
into
sobs
.
Gently
disengaging
himself
,
the
prince
spurred
his
horse
and
rode
down
the
avenue
at
a
gallop
.
