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The
orderly
had
gone
in
before
him
and
began
waking
somebody
.
"
Your
honor
,
your
honor
!
A
courier
.
"
"
What
?
What
's
that
?
From
whom
?
"
came
a
sleepy
voice
.
"
From
Dokhtúrov
and
from
Alexéy
Petróvich
.
Napoleon
is
at
Formínsk
,
"
said
Bolkhovítinov
,
unable
to
see
in
the
dark
who
was
speaking
but
guessing
by
the
voice
that
it
was
not
Konovnítsyn
.
The
man
who
had
wakened
yawned
and
stretched
himself
.
"
I
do
n't
like
waking
him
,
"
he
said
,
fumbling
for
something
.
"
He
is
very
ill
.
Perhaps
this
is
only
a
rumor
.
"
"
Here
is
the
dispatch
,
"
said
Bolkhovítinov
.
"
My
orders
are
to
give
it
at
once
to
the
general
on
duty
.
"
"
Wait
a
moment
,
I
'll
light
a
candle
.
You
damned
rascal
,
where
do
you
always
hide
it
?
"
said
the
voice
of
the
man
who
was
stretching
himself
,
to
the
orderly
.
(
This
was
Shcherbínin
,
Konovnítsyn
's
adjutant
.
)
"
I
've
found
it
,
I
've
found
it
!
"
he
added
.
The
orderly
was
striking
a
light
and
Shcherbínin
was
fumbling
for
something
on
the
candlestick
.
