Chapter 18

           

           Goingalongthecorridor,theassistantledRostóvtotheofficers’wards,consistingofthreerooms,thedoorsofwhichstoodopen.Therewerebedsintheseroomsandthesickandwoundedofficerswerelyingorsittingonthem.Somewerewalkingabouttheroomsinhospitaldressinggowns.ThefirstpersonRostóvmetintheofficers’wardwasathinlittlemanwithonearm,whowaswalkingaboutthefirstroominanightcapandhospitaldressinggown,withapipebetweenhisteeth.Rostóvlookedathim,tryingtorememberwherehehadseenhimbefore.

           “Seewherewe’vemetagain!”saidthelittleman.“Túshin,Túshin,don’tyouremember,whogaveyoualiftatSchönGrabern?AndI’vehadabitcutoff,yousee...”hewentonwithasmile,pointingtotheemptysleeveofhisdressinggown.“LookingforVasíliDmítrichDenísov?Myneighbor,”headded,whenheheardwhoRostóvwanted.“Here,here,”andTúshinledhimintothenextroom,fromwhencecamesoundsofseverallaughingvoices.

           “Howcantheylaugh,orevenliveatallhere?”thoughtRostóv,stillawareofthatsmellofdecomposingfleshthathadbeensostronginthesoldiers’ward,andstillseemingtoseefixedonhimthoseenviouslookswhichhadfollowedhimoutfrombothsides,andthefaceofthatyoungsoldierwitheyesrolledback.

           Denísovlayasleeponhisbedwithhisheadundertheblanket,thoughitwasnearlynoon.

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