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"
For
you
'll
admit
that
if
we
do
n't
know
for
sure
how
many
of
them
there
are
...
hundreds
of
lives
may
depend
on
it
,
while
there
are
only
two
of
us
.
Besides
,
I
want
to
go
very
much
and
certainly
will
go
,
so
do
n't
hinder
me
,
"
said
he
.
"
It
will
only
make
things
worse
...
"
Having
put
on
French
greatcoats
and
shakos
,
Pétya
and
Dólokhov
rode
to
the
clearing
from
which
Denísov
had
reconnoitered
the
French
camp
,
and
emerging
from
the
forest
in
pitch
darkness
they
descended
into
the
hollow
.
On
reaching
the
bottom
,
Dólokhov
told
the
Cossacks
accompanying
him
to
await
him
there
and
rode
on
at
a
quick
trot
along
the
road
to
the
bridge
.
Pétya
,
his
heart
in
his
mouth
with
excitement
,
rode
by
his
side
.
"
If
we
're
caught
,
I
wo
n't
be
taken
alive
!
I
have
a
pistol
,
"
whispered
he
.
"
Do
n't
talk
Russian
,
"
said
Dólokhov
in
a
hurried
whisper
,
and
at
that
very
moment
they
heard
through
the
darkness
the
challenge
:
"
Qui
vive
?
"
*
and
the
click
of
a
musket
.
*
"
Who
goes
there
?
"
The
blood
rushed
to
Pétya
's
face
and
he
grasped
his
pistol
.
"
Lanciers
du
6-me
,
"
*
replied
Dólokhov
,
neither
hastening
nor
slackening
his
horse
's
pace
.
*
"
Lancers
of
the
6th
Regiment
.
"
The
black
figure
of
a
sentinel
stood
on
the
bridge
.
"
Mot
d'ordre
.
"
*
