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"
Ooh
,
ooh
,
ooh
!
"
grunted
the
Tartar
,
and
suddenly
lifting
up
his
swarthy
snub-nosed
face
with
its
high
cheekbones
,
and
baring
his
white
teeth
,
he
began
to
wriggle
and
twitch
his
body
and
utter
piercing
,
ringing
,
and
prolonged
yells
.
On
the
other
table
,
round
which
many
people
were
crowding
,
a
tall
well-fed
man
lay
on
his
back
with
his
head
thrown
back
.
His
curly
hair
,
its
color
,
and
the
shape
of
his
head
seemed
strangely
familiar
to
Prince
Andrew
.
Several
dressers
were
pressing
on
his
chest
to
hold
him
down
.
One
large
,
white
,
plump
leg
twitched
rapidly
all
the
time
with
a
feverish
tremor
.
The
man
was
sobbing
and
choking
convulsively
.
Two
doctors
--
one
of
whom
was
pale
and
trembling
--
were
silently
doing
something
to
this
man
's
other
,
gory
leg
.
When
he
had
finished
with
the
Tartar
,
whom
they
covered
with
an
overcoat
,
the
spectacled
doctor
came
up
to
Prince
Andrew
,
wiping
his
hands
.
He
glanced
at
Prince
Andrew
's
face
and
quickly
turned
away
.
"
Undress
him
!
What
are
you
waiting
for
?
"
he
cried
angrily
to
the
dressers
.
His
very
first
,
remotest
recollections
of
childhood
came
back
to
Prince
Andrew
's
mind
when
the
dresser
with
sleeves
rolled
up
began
hastily
to
undo
the
buttons
of
his
clothes
and
undressed
him
.
The
doctor
bent
down
over
the
wound
,
felt
it
,
and
sighed
deeply
.
Then
he
made
a
sign
to
someone
,
and
the
torturing
pain
in
his
abdomen
caused
Prince
Andrew
to
lose
consciousness
.
When
he
came
to
himself
the
splintered
portions
of
his
thighbone
had
been
extracted
,
the
torn
flesh
cut
away
,
and
the
wound
bandaged
.
Water
was
being
sprinkled
on
his
face
.
As
soon
as
Prince
Andrew
opened
his
eyes
,
the
doctor
bent
over
,
kissed
him
silently
on
the
lips
,
and
hurried
away
.
After
the
sufferings
he
had
been
enduring
,
Prince
Andrew
enjoyed
a
blissful
feeling
such
as
he
had
not
experienced
for
a
long
time
.
All
the
best
and
happiest
moments
of
his
life
--
especially
his
earliest
childhood
,
when
he
used
to
be
undressed
and
put
to
bed
,
and
when
leaning
over
him
his
nurse
sang
him
to
sleep
and
he
,
burying
his
head
in
the
pillow
,
felt
happy
in
the
mere
consciousness
of
life
--
returned
to
his
memory
,
not
merely
as
something
past
but
as
something
present
.
The
doctors
were
busily
engaged
with
the
wounded
man
the
shape
of
whose
head
seemed
familiar
to
Prince
Andrew
:
they
were
lifting
him
up
and
trying
to
quiet
him
.
"
Show
it
to
me
...
Oh
,
ooh
...
Oh
!
Oh
,
ooh
!
"
his
frightened
moans
could
be
heard
,
subdued
by
suffering
and
broken
by
sobs
.
Hearing
those
moans
Prince
Andrew
wanted
to
weep
.
Whether
because
he
was
dying
without
glory
,
or
because
he
was
sorry
to
part
with
life
,
or
because
of
those
memories
of
a
childhood
that
could
not
return
,
or
because
he
was
suffering
and
others
were
suffering
and
that
man
near
him
was
groaning
so
piteously
--
he
felt
like
weeping
childlike
,
kindly
,
and
almost
happy
tears
.
The
wounded
man
was
shown
his
amputated
leg
stained
with
clotted
blood
and
with
the
boot
still
on
.
