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The
wounded
men
awaiting
their
turn
outside
the
tents
groaned
,
sighed
,
wept
,
screamed
,
swore
,
or
asked
for
vodka
.
Some
were
delirious
.
Prince
Andrew
's
bearers
,
stepping
over
the
wounded
who
had
not
yet
been
bandaged
,
took
him
,
as
a
regimental
commander
,
close
up
to
one
of
the
tents
and
there
stopped
,
awaiting
instructions
.
Prince
Andrew
opened
his
eyes
and
for
a
long
time
could
not
make
out
what
was
going
on
around
him
.
He
remembered
the
meadow
,
the
wormwood
,
the
field
,
the
whirling
black
ball
,
and
his
sudden
rush
of
passionate
love
of
life
.
Two
steps
from
him
,
leaning
against
a
branch
and
talking
loudly
and
attracting
general
attention
,
stood
a
tall
,
handsome
,
black-haired
noncommissioned
officer
with
a
bandaged
head
.
He
had
been
wounded
in
the
head
and
leg
by
bullets
.
Around
him
,
eagerly
listening
to
his
talk
,
a
crowd
of
wounded
and
stretcher-bearers
was
gathered
.
"
We
kicked
him
out
from
there
so
that
he
chucked
everything
,
we
grabbed
the
King
himself
!
"
cried
he
,
looking
around
him
with
eyes
that
glittered
with
fever
.
"
If
only
reserves
had
come
up
just
then
,
lads
,
there
would
n't
have
been
nothing
left
of
him
!
I
tell
you
surely
...
"
Like
all
the
others
near
the
speaker
,
Prince
Andrew
looked
at
him
with
shining
eyes
and
experienced
a
sense
of
comfort
.
"
But
is
n't
it
all
the
same
now
?
"
thought
he
.
"
And
what
will
be
there
,
and
what
has
there
been
here
?
Why
was
I
so
reluctant
to
part
with
life
?
There
was
something
in
this
life
I
did
not
and
do
not
understand
.
"
One
of
the
doctors
came
out
of
the
tent
in
a
bloodstained
apron
,
holding
a
cigar
between
the
thumb
and
little
finger
of
one
of
his
small
bloodstained
hands
,
so
as
not
to
smear
it
.
He
raised
his
head
and
looked
about
him
,
but
above
the
level
of
the
wounded
men
.
He
evidently
wanted
a
little
respite
.
After
turning
his
head
from
right
to
left
for
some
time
,
he
sighed
and
looked
down
.
"
All
right
,
immediately
,
"
he
replied
to
a
dresser
who
pointed
Prince
Andrew
out
to
him
,
and
he
told
them
to
carry
him
into
the
tent
.
Murmurs
arose
among
the
wounded
who
were
waiting
.
"
It
seems
that
even
in
the
next
world
only
the
gentry
are
to
have
a
chance
!
"
remarked
one
.
Prince
Andrew
was
carried
in
and
laid
on
a
table
that
had
only
just
been
cleared
and
which
a
dresser
was
washing
down
.
Prince
Andrew
could
not
make
out
distinctly
what
was
in
that
tent
.
The
pitiful
groans
from
all
sides
and
the
torturing
pain
in
his
thigh
,
stomach
,
and
back
distracted
him
.
All
he
saw
about
him
merged
into
a
general
impression
of
naked
,
bleeding
human
bodies
that
seemed
to
fill
the
whole
of
the
low
tent
,
as
a
few
weeks
previously
,
on
that
hot
August
day
,
such
bodies
had
filled
the
dirty
pond
beside
the
Smolénsk
road
.
Yes
,
it
was
the
same
flesh
,
the
same
chair
à
canon
,
the
sight
of
which
had
even
then
filled
him
with
horror
,
as
by
a
presentiment
.
There
were
three
operating
tables
in
the
tent
.
Two
were
occupied
,
and
on
the
third
they
placed
Prince
Andrew
.
For
a
little
while
he
was
left
alone
and
involuntarily
witnessed
what
was
taking
place
on
the
other
two
tables
.
On
the
nearest
one
sat
a
Tartar
,
probably
a
Cossack
,
judging
by
the
uniform
thrown
down
beside
him
.
Four
soldiers
were
holding
him
,
and
a
spectacled
doctor
was
cutting
into
his
muscular
brown
back
.
