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Chapter 12

           Istayedaccidentally,”repliedPierre.

           “Andhowdidtheyarrestyou,dearlad?Atyourhouse?”

           “No,Iwenttolookatthefire,andtheyarrestedmethere,andtriedmeasanincendiary.”

           “Wherethere’slawthere’sinjustice,”putinthelittleman.

           “Andhaveyoubeenherelong?”Pierreaskedashemunchedthelastofthepotato.

           “I?ItwaslastSundaytheytookme,outofahospitalinMoscow.”

           “Why,areyouasoldierthen?”

           “Yes,wearesoldiersoftheÁpsheronregiment.Iwasdyingoffever.Weweren’ttoldanything.Thereweresometwentyofuslyingthere.Wehadnoidea,neverguessedatall.”

           “Anddoyoufeelsadhere?”Pierreinquired.

           “Howcanonehelpit,lad?MynameisPlatón,andthesurnameisKaratáev,”headded,evidentlywishingtomakeiteasierforPierretoaddresshim.“Theycallme‘littlefalcon’intheregiment.Howisonetohelpfeelingsad?Moscow—she’sthemotherofcities.Howcanoneseeallthisandnotfeelsad?But‘themaggotgnawsthecabbage,yetdiesfirst’;that’swhattheoldfolksusedtotellus,”headdedrapidly.

           “What?Whatdidyousay?”askedPierre.

           “Who?I?”saidKaratáev.“IsaythingshappennotasweplanbutasGodjudges,”hereplied,thinkingthathewasrepeatingwhathehadsaidbefore,andimmediatelycontinued:

           “Well,andyou,haveyouafamilyestate,sir?Andahouse?Soyouhaveabundance,then?Andahousewife?Andyouroldparents,aretheystillliving?”heasked.

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