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"
Eh
?
"
murmured
Platón
,
who
had
almost
fallen
asleep
.
"
What
was
I
saying
?
I
was
praying
.
Do
n't
you
pray
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
do
,
"
said
Pierre
.
"
But
what
was
that
you
said
:
Frola
and
Lavra
?
"
"
Well
,
of
course
,
"
replied
Platón
quickly
,
"
the
horses
'
saints
.
One
must
pity
the
animals
too
.
Eh
,
the
rascal
!
Now
you
've
curled
up
and
got
warm
,
you
daughter
of
a
bitch
!
"
said
Karatáev
,
touching
the
dog
that
lay
at
his
feet
,
and
again
turning
over
he
fell
asleep
immediately
.
Sounds
of
crying
and
screaming
came
from
somewhere
in
the
distance
outside
,
and
flames
were
visible
through
the
cracks
of
the
shed
,
but
inside
it
was
quiet
and
dark
.
For
a
long
time
Pierre
did
not
sleep
,
but
lay
with
eyes
open
in
the
darkness
,
listening
to
the
regular
snoring
of
Platón
who
lay
beside
him
,
and
he
felt
that
the
world
that
had
been
shattered
was
once
more
stirring
in
his
soul
with
a
new
beauty
and
on
new
and
unshakable
foundations
.
Twenty-three
soldiers
,
three
officers
,
and
two
officials
were
confined
in
the
shed
in
which
Pierre
had
been
placed
and
where
he
remained
for
four
weeks
.
When
Pierre
remembered
them
afterwards
they
all
seemed
misty
figures
to
him
except
Platón
Karatáev
,
who
always
remained
in
his
mind
a
most
vivid
and
precious
memory
and
the
personification
of
everything
Russian
,
kindly
,
and
round
.
When
Pierre
saw
his
neighbor
next
morning
at
dawn
the
first
impression
of
him
,
as
of
something
round
,
was
fully
confirmed
:
Platón
's
whole
figure
--
in
a
French
overcoat
girdled
with
a
cord
,
a
soldier
's
cap
,
and
bast
shoes
--
was
round
.
His
head
was
quite
round
,
his
back
,
chest
,
shoulders
,
and
even
his
arms
,
which
he
held
as
if
ever
ready
to
embrace
something
,
were
rounded
,
his
pleasant
smile
and
his
large
,
gentle
brown
eyes
were
also
round
.
Platón
Karatáev
must
have
been
fifty
,
judging
by
his
stories
of
campaigns
he
had
been
in
,
told
as
by
an
old
soldier
.
He
did
not
himself
know
his
age
and
was
quite
unable
to
determine
it
.
But
his
brilliantly
white
,
strong
teeth
which
showed
in
two
unbroken
semicircles
when
he
laughed
--
as
he
often
did
--
were
all
sound
and
good
,
there
was
not
a
gray
hair
in
his
beard
or
on
his
head
,
and
his
whole
body
gave
an
impression
of
suppleness
and
especially
of
firmness
and
endurance
.
His
face
,
despite
its
fine
,
rounded
wrinkles
,
had
an
expression
of
innocence
and
youth
,
his
voice
was
pleasant
and
musical
.
But
the
chief
peculiarity
of
his
speech
was
its
directness
and
appositeness
.
It
was
evident
that
he
never
considered
what
he
had
said
or
was
going
to
say
,
and
consequently
the
rapidity
and
justice
of
his
intonation
had
an
irresistible
persuasiveness
.
His
physical
strength
and
agility
during
the
first
days
of
his
imprisonment
were
such
that
he
seemed
not
to
know
what
fatigue
and
sickness
meant
.
Every
night
before
lying
down
,
he
said
:
"
Lord
,
lay
me
down
as
a
stone
and
raise
me
up
as
a
loaf
!
"
and
every
morning
on
getting
up
,
he
said
:
"
I
lay
down
and
curled
up
,
I
get
up
and
shake
myself
.
"
And
indeed
he
only
had
to
lie
down
,
to
fall
asleep
like
a
stone
,
and
he
only
had
to
shake
himself
,
to
be
ready
without
a
moment
's
delay
for
some
work
,
just
as
children
are
ready
to
play
directly
they
awake
.
He
could
do
everything
,
not
very
well
but
not
badly
.
He
baked
,
cooked
,
sewed
,
planed
,
and
mended
boots
.
He
was
always
busy
,
and
only
at
night
allowed
himself
conversation
--
of
which
he
was
fond
--
and
songs
.
He
did
not
sing
like
a
trained
singer
who
knows
he
is
listened
to
,
but
like
the
birds
,
evidently
giving
vent
to
the
sounds
in
the
same
way
that
one
stretches
oneself
or
walks
about
to
get
rid
of
stiffness
,
and
the
sounds
were
always
high-pitched
,
mournful
,
delicate
,
and
almost
feminine
,
and
his
face
at
such
times
was
very
serious
.
