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Just
then
Borís
,
with
his
courtierlike
adroitness
,
stepped
up
to
Pierre
's
side
near
Kutúzov
and
in
a
most
natural
manner
,
without
raising
his
voice
,
said
to
Pierre
,
as
though
continuing
an
interrupted
conversation
:
"
The
militia
have
put
on
clean
white
shirts
to
be
ready
to
die
.
What
heroism
,
Count
!
"
Borís
evidently
said
this
to
Pierre
in
order
to
be
overheard
by
his
Serene
Highness
.
He
knew
Kutúzov
's
attention
would
be
caught
by
those
words
,
and
so
it
was
.
"
What
are
you
saying
about
the
militia
?
"
he
asked
Borís
.
"
Preparing
for
tomorrow
,
your
Serene
Highness
--
for
death
--
they
have
put
on
clean
shirts
.
"
"
Ah
...
a
wonderful
,
a
matchless
people
!
"
said
Kutúzov
;
and
he
closed
his
eyes
and
swayed
his
head
.
"
A
matchless
people
!
"
he
repeated
with
a
sigh
.
"
So
you
want
to
smell
gunpowder
?
"
he
said
to
Pierre
"
Yes
,
it
's
a
pleasant
smell
.
I
have
the
honor
to
be
one
of
your
wife
's
adorers
.
Is
she
well
?
My
quarters
are
at
your
service
.
"
And
as
often
happens
with
old
people
,
Kutúzov
began
looking
about
absent-mindedly
as
if
forgetting
all
he
wanted
to
say
or
do
.
Then
,
evidently
remembering
what
he
wanted
,
he
beckoned
to
Andrew
Kaysárov
,
his
adjutant
's
brother
.
