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One
morning
,
between
seven
and
eight
,
returning
after
a
sleepless
night
,
he
sent
for
embers
,
changed
his
rain-soaked
underclothes
,
said
his
prayers
,
drank
tea
,
got
warm
,
then
tidied
up
the
things
on
the
table
and
in
his
own
corner
,
and
,
his
face
glowing
from
exposure
to
the
wind
and
with
nothing
on
but
his
shirt
,
lay
down
on
his
back
,
putting
his
arms
under
his
head
.
He
was
pleasantly
considering
the
probability
of
being
promoted
in
a
few
days
for
his
last
reconnoitering
expedition
,
and
was
awaiting
Denísov
,
who
had
gone
out
somewhere
and
with
whom
he
wanted
a
talk
.
Suddenly
he
heard
Denísov
shouting
in
a
vibrating
voice
behind
the
hut
,
evidently
much
excited
.
Rostóv
moved
to
the
window
to
see
whom
he
was
speaking
to
,
and
saw
the
quartermaster
,
Topchéenko
.
"
I
ordered
you
not
to
let
them
eat
that
Máshka
woot
stuff
!
"
Denísov
was
shouting
.
"
And
I
saw
with
my
own
eyes
how
Lazarchúk
bwought
some
fwom
the
fields
.
"
"
I
have
given
the
order
again
and
again
,
your
honor
,
but
they
do
n't
obey
,
"
answered
the
quartermaster
.
Rostóv
lay
down
again
on
his
bed
and
thought
complacently
:
"
Let
him
fuss
and
bustle
now
,
my
job
's
done
and
I
'm
lying
down
--
capitally
!
"
He
could
hear
that
Lavrúshka
--
that
sly
,
bold
orderly
of
Denísov
's
--
was
talking
,
as
well
as
the
quartermaster
.
Lavrúshka
was
saying
something
about
loaded
wagons
,
biscuits
,
and
oxen
he
had
seen
when
he
had
gone
out
for
provisions
.
Then
Denísov
's
voice
was
heard
shouting
farther
and
farther
away
.
"
Saddle
!
Second
platoon
!
"
"
Where
are
they
off
to
now
?
"
thought
Rostóv
.
Five
minutes
later
,
Denísov
came
into
the
hut
,
climbed
with
muddy
boots
on
the
bed
,
lit
his
pipe
,
furiously
scattered
his
things
about
,
took
his
leaded
whip
,
buckled
on
his
saber
,
and
went
out
again
.
In
answer
to
Rostóv
's
inquiry
where
he
was
going
,
he
answered
vaguely
and
crossly
that
he
had
some
business
.
"
Let
God
and
our
gweat
monarch
judge
me
afterwards
!
"
said
Denísov
going
out
,
and
Rostóv
heard
the
hoofs
of
several
horses
splashing
through
the
mud
.
He
did
not
even
trouble
to
find
out
where
Denísov
had
gone
.
Having
got
warm
in
his
corner
,
he
fell
asleep
and
did
not
leave
the
hut
till
toward
evening
.
Denísov
had
not
yet
returned
.
The
weather
had
cleared
up
,
and
near
the
next
hut
two
officers
and
a
cadet
were
playing
sváyka
,
laughing
as
they
threw
their
missiles
which
buried
themselves
in
the
soft
mud
.
Rostóv
joined
them
.
In
the
middle
of
the
game
,
the
officers
saw
some
wagons
approaching
with
fifteen
hussars
on
their
skinny
horses
behind
them
.
The
wagons
escorted
by
the
hussars
drew
up
to
the
picket
ropes
and
a
crowd
of
hussars
surrounded
them
.
"
There
now
,
Denísov
has
been
worrying
,
"
said
Rostóv
,
"
and
here
are
the
provisions
.
"
