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Around
him
in
the
darkness
men
were
standing
and
evidently
something
about
him
interested
them
greatly
.
They
were
telling
him
something
and
asking
him
something
.
Then
they
led
him
away
somewhere
,
and
at
last
he
found
himself
in
a
corner
of
the
shed
among
men
who
were
laughing
and
talking
on
all
sides
.
"
Well
,
then
,
mates
...
that
very
prince
who
...
"
some
voice
at
the
other
end
of
the
shed
was
saying
,
with
a
strong
emphasis
on
the
word
who
.
Sitting
silent
and
motionless
on
a
heap
of
straw
against
the
wall
,
Pierre
sometimes
opened
and
sometimes
closed
his
eyes
.
But
as
soon
as
he
closed
them
he
saw
before
him
the
dreadful
face
of
the
factory
lad
--
especially
dreadful
because
of
its
simplicity
--
and
the
faces
of
the
murderers
,
even
more
dreadful
because
of
their
disquiet
.
And
he
opened
his
eyes
again
and
stared
vacantly
into
the
darkness
around
him
.
Beside
him
in
a
stooping
position
sat
a
small
man
of
whose
presence
he
was
first
made
aware
by
a
strong
smell
of
perspiration
which
came
from
him
every
time
he
moved
.
This
man
was
doing
something
to
his
legs
in
the
darkness
,
and
though
Pierre
could
not
see
his
face
he
felt
that
the
man
continually
glanced
at
him
.
On
growing
used
to
the
darkness
Pierre
saw
that
the
man
was
taking
off
his
leg
bands
,
and
the
way
he
did
it
aroused
Pierre
's
interest
.
Having
unwound
the
string
that
tied
the
band
on
one
leg
,
he
carefully
coiled
it
up
and
immediately
set
to
work
on
the
other
leg
,
glancing
up
at
Pierre
.
While
one
hand
hung
up
the
first
string
the
other
was
already
unwinding
the
band
on
the
second
leg
.
In
this
way
,
having
carefully
removed
the
leg
bands
by
deft
circular
motions
of
his
arm
following
one
another
uninterruptedly
,
the
man
hung
the
leg
bands
up
on
some
pegs
fixed
above
his
head
.
Then
he
took
out
a
knife
,
cut
something
,
closed
the
knife
,
placed
it
under
the
head
of
his
bed
,
and
,
seating
himself
comfortably
,
clasped
his
arms
round
his
lifted
knees
and
fixed
his
eyes
on
Pierre
.
The
latter
was
conscious
of
something
pleasant
,
comforting
,
and
well-rounded
in
these
deft
movements
,
in
the
man
's
well-ordered
arrangements
in
his
corner
,
and
even
in
his
very
smell
,
and
he
looked
at
the
man
without
taking
his
eyes
from
him
.
"
You
've
seen
a
lot
of
trouble
,
sir
,
eh
?
"
the
little
man
suddenly
said
.
And
there
was
so
much
kindliness
and
simplicity
in
his
singsong
voice
that
Pierre
tried
to
reply
,
but
his
jaw
trembled
and
he
felt
tears
rising
to
his
eyes
.
The
little
fellow
,
giving
Pierre
no
time
to
betray
his
confusion
,
instantly
continued
in
the
same
pleasant
tones
:
"
Eh
,
lad
,
do
n't
fret
!
"
said
he
,
in
the
tender
singsong
caressing
voice
old
Russian
peasant
women
employ
.
"
Do
n't
fret
,
friend
--
'
suffer
an
hour
,
live
for
an
age
!
'
that
's
how
it
is
,
my
dear
fellow
.
And
here
we
live
,
thank
heaven
,
without
offense
.
Among
these
folk
,
too
,
there
are
good
men
as
well
as
bad
,
"
said
he
,
and
still
speaking
,
he
turned
on
his
knees
with
a
supple
movement
,
got
up
,
coughed
,
and
went
off
to
another
part
of
the
shed
.
