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"
I
might
ask
,
"
he
thought
,
"
but
they
'll
say
:
'
He
's
a
boy
himself
and
so
he
pities
the
boy
.
'
I
'll
show
them
tomorrow
whether
I
'm
a
boy
.
Will
it
seem
odd
if
I
ask
?
"
Pétya
thought
.
"
Well
,
never
mind
!
"
and
immediately
,
blushing
and
looking
anxiously
at
the
officers
to
see
if
they
appeared
ironical
,
he
said
:
"
May
I
call
in
that
boy
who
was
taken
prisoner
and
give
him
something
to
eat
?
...
Perhaps
...
"
"
Yes
,
he
's
a
poor
little
fellow
,
"
said
Denísov
,
who
evidently
saw
nothing
shameful
in
this
reminder
.
"
Call
him
in
.
His
name
is
Vincent
Bosse
.
Have
him
fetched
.
"
"
I
'll
call
him
,
"
said
Pétya
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
call
him
.
A
poor
little
fellow
,
"
Denísov
repeated
.
Pétya
was
standing
at
the
door
when
Denísov
said
this
.
He
slipped
in
between
the
officers
,
came
close
to
Denísov
,
and
said
:
"
Let
me
kiss
you
,
dear
old
fellow
!
Oh
,
how
fine
,
how
splendid
!
"
And
having
kissed
Denísov
he
ran
out
of
the
hut
.
"
Bosse
!
Vincent
!
"
Pétya
cried
,
stopping
outside
the
door
.
"
Who
do
you
want
,
sir
?
"
asked
a
voice
in
the
darkness
.
