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Chapter 13

           

           Hehadjustrememberedhisrecentencounterwiththedoctor’swifeandtheconvoyofficer.

           “Whatisthecommanderinchiefdoinghere?”heasked.

           “Ican’tmakeoutatall,”saidNesvítski.

           “Well,allIcanmakeoutisthateverythingisabominable,abominable,quiteabominable!”saidPrinceAndrew,andhewentofftothehousewherethecommanderinchiefwas.

           PassingbyKutúzov’scarriageandtheexhaustedsaddlehorsesofhissuite,withtheirCossackswhoweretalkingloudlytogether,PrinceAndrewenteredthepassage.Kutúzovhimself,hewastold,wasinthehousewithPrinceBagratiónandWeyrother.WeyrotherwastheAustriangeneralwhohadsucceededSchmidt.InthepassagelittleKozlóvskiwassquattingonhisheelsinfrontofaclerk.Theclerk,withcuffsturnedup,washastilywritingatatubturnedbottomupwards.Kozlóvski’sfacelookedworn—hetoohadevidentlynotsleptallnight.HeglancedatPrinceAndrewanddidnotevennodtohim.

           “Secondline...haveyouwrittenit?”hecontinueddictatingtotheclerk.“TheKievGrenadiers,Podolian...”

           “Onecan’twritesofast,yourhonor,”saidtheclerk,glancingangrilyanddisrespectfullyatKozlóvski.

           ThroughthedoorcamethesoundsofKutúzov’svoice,excitedanddissatisfied,interruptedbyanother,anunfamiliarvoice.

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