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Rostóv
described
Denísov
's
appearance
.
"
There
was
one
like
that
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
as
if
pleased
.
"
That
one
is
dead
,
I
fancy
.
However
,
I
'll
look
up
our
list
.
We
had
a
list
.
Have
you
got
it
,
Makéev
?
"
"
Makár
Alexéevich
has
the
list
,
"
answered
the
assistant
.
"
But
if
you
'll
step
into
the
officers
'
wards
you
'll
see
for
yourself
,
"
he
added
,
turning
to
Rostóv
.
"
Ah
,
you
'd
better
not
go
,
sir
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
or
you
may
have
to
stay
here
yourself
.
"
But
Rostóv
bowed
himself
away
from
the
doctor
and
asked
the
assistant
to
show
him
the
way
.
"
Only
do
n't
blame
me
!
"
the
doctor
shouted
up
after
him
.
Rostóv
and
the
assistant
went
into
the
dark
corridor
.
The
smell
was
so
strong
there
that
Rostóv
held
his
nose
and
had
to
pause
and
collect
his
strength
before
he
could
go
on
.
A
door
opened
to
the
right
,
and
an
emaciated
sallow
man
on
crutches
,
barefoot
and
in
underclothing
,
limped
out
and
,
leaning
against
the
doorpost
,
looked
with
glittering
envious
eyes
at
those
who
were
passing
.
Glancing
in
at
the
door
,
Rostóv
saw
that
the
sick
and
wounded
were
lying
on
the
floor
on
straw
and
overcoats
.
"
May
I
go
in
and
look
?
"
"
What
is
there
to
see
?
"
said
the
assistant
.
But
,
just
because
the
assistant
evidently
did
not
want
him
to
go
in
,
Rostóv
entered
the
soldiers
'
ward
.
The
foul
air
,
to
which
he
had
already
begun
to
get
used
in
the
corridor
,
was
still
stronger
here
.
It
was
a
little
different
,
more
pungent
,
and
one
felt
that
this
was
where
it
originated
.
