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Another
shook
his
head
.
"
Would
you
like
a
little
mash
?
"
the
first
soldier
asked
,
and
handed
Pierre
a
wooden
spoon
after
licking
it
clean
.
Pierre
sat
down
by
the
fire
and
began
eating
the
mash
,
as
they
called
the
food
in
the
cauldron
,
and
he
thought
it
more
delicious
than
any
food
he
had
ever
tasted
.
As
he
sat
bending
greedily
over
it
,
helping
himself
to
large
spoonfuls
and
chewing
one
after
another
,
his
face
was
lit
up
by
the
fire
and
the
soldiers
looked
at
him
in
silence
.
"
Where
have
you
to
go
to
?
Tell
us
!
"
said
one
of
them
.
"
To
Mozháysk
.
"
"
You
're
a
gentleman
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
Yes
"
"
And
what
's
your
name
?
"
"
Peter
Kirílych
.
"
