Война и мир

Chapter 17

           

           “Ah,you’dbetternotgo,sir,”saidthedoctor,“oryoumayhavetostayhereyourself.”

           ButRostóvbowedhimselfawayfromthedoctorandaskedtheassistanttoshowhimtheway.

           “Onlydon’tblameme!”thedoctorshoutedupafterhim.

           Rostóvandtheassistantwentintothedarkcorridor.ThesmellwassostrongtherethatRostóvheldhisnoseandhadtopauseandcollecthisstrengthbeforehecouldgoon.Adooropenedtotheright,andanemaciatedsallowmanoncrutches,barefootandinunderclothing,limpedoutand,leaningagainstthedoorpost,lookedwithglitteringenviouseyesatthosewhowerepassing.Glancinginatthedoor,Rostóvsawthatthesickandwoundedwerelyingontheflooronstrawandovercoats.

           “MayIgoinandlook?”

           “Whatistheretosee?”saidtheassistant.

           But,justbecausetheassistantevidentlydidnotwanthimtogoin,Rostóventeredthesoldiers’ward.Thefoulair,towhichhehadalreadybeguntogetusedinthecorridor,wasstillstrongerhere.Itwasalittledifferent,morepungent,andonefeltthatthiswaswhereitoriginated.

           Inthelongroom,brightlylitupbythesunthroughthelargewindows,thesickandwoundedlayintworowswiththeirheadstothewalls,andleavingapassageinthemiddle.Mostofthemwereunconsciousandpaidnoattentiontothenewcomers.Thosewhowereconsciousraisedthemselvesorliftedtheirthinyellowfaces,andalllookedintentlyatRostóvwiththesameexpressionofhope,ofrelief,reproach,andenvyofanother’shealth.

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