Война и мир

Chapter 8

           Inthemiddleofthenightthreesoldiers,havingbroughtsomefirewood,settleddownnearhimandbeganlightingafire.

           Thesoldiers,whothrewsidelongglancesatPierre,gotthefiretoburnandplacedanironpotonitintowhichtheybrokesomedriedbreadandputalittledripping.Thepleasantodorofgreasyviandsmingledwiththesmellofsmoke.Pierresatupandsighed.Thethreesoldierswereeatingandtalkingamongthemselves,takingnonoticeofhim.

           “Andwhomayyoube?”oneofthemsuddenlyaskedPierre,evidentlymeaningwhatPierrehimselfhadinmind,namely:“Ifyouwanttoeatwe’llgiveyousomefood,onlyletusknowwhetheryouareanhonestman.”

           “I,I...”saidPierre,feelingitnecessarytominimizehissocialpositionasmuchaspossiblesoastobenearertothesoldiersandbetterunderstoodbythem.“ByrightsIamamilitiaofficer,butmymenarenothere.Icametothebattleandhavelostthem.”

           “Therenow!”saidoneofthesoldiers.

           Anothershookhishead.

           “Wouldyoulikealittlemash?”thefirstsoldierasked,andhandedPierreawoodenspoonafterlickingitclean.

           Pierresatdownbythefireandbeganeatingthemash,astheycalledthefoodinthecauldron,andhethoughtitmoredeliciousthananyfoodhehadevertasted.Ashesatbendinggreedilyoverit,helpinghimselftolargespoonfulsandchewingoneafteranother,hisfacewaslitupbythefireandthesoldierslookedathiminsilence.

           “Wherehaveyoutogoto?Tellus!”saidoneofthem.

           “ToMozháysk.”

           “You’reagentleman,aren’tyou?”

           “Yes

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