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They
went
through
the
porch
and
into
the
stable
.
The
lieutenant
explained
how
to
rivet
the
hoof
and
went
away
to
his
own
quarters
.
When
Rostóv
went
back
there
was
a
bottle
of
vodka
and
a
sausage
on
the
table
.
Denísov
was
sitting
there
scratching
with
his
pen
on
a
sheet
of
paper
.
He
looked
gloomily
in
Rostóv
's
face
and
said
:
"
I
am
witing
to
her
.
"
He
leaned
his
elbows
on
the
table
with
his
pen
in
his
hand
and
,
evidently
glad
of
a
chance
to
say
quicker
in
words
what
he
wanted
to
write
,
told
Rostóv
the
contents
of
his
letter
.
"
You
see
,
my
fwiend
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
sleep
when
we
do
n't
love
.
We
are
childwen
of
the
dust
...
but
one
falls
in
love
and
one
is
a
God
,
one
is
pua
'
as
on
the
fihst
day
of
cweation
...
Who
's
that
now
?
Send
him
to
the
devil
,
I
'm
busy
!
"
he
shouted
to
Lavrúshka
,
who
went
up
to
him
not
in
the
least
abashed
.
"
Who
should
it
be
?
You
yourself
told
him
to
come
.
It
's
the
quartermaster
for
the
money
.
"
Denísov
frowned
and
was
about
to
shout
some
reply
but
stopped
.
"
Wetched
business
,
"
he
muttered
to
himself
.
"
How
much
is
left
in
the
puhse
?
"
he
asked
,
turning
to
Rostóv
.
"
Seven
new
and
three
old
imperials
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
wetched
!
Well
,
what
are
you
standing
there
for
,
you
sca
'
cwow
?
Call
the
quahtehmasteh
,
"
he
shouted
to
Lavrúshka
.
