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"What have you to say, comrade? Can it be that you are not glad

at our coming? Why are you silent and glum? How can your heart

help leaping up when you see the gold and silver eagles, and when

the trumpeters trumpet Kosciuszko's reveille close to your ear?

Maciek, I thought that you were more of a fighting man: if you do

not seize your sabre and mount your horse, at least you will

gaily drink with your colleagues to the health of Napoleon and

the hopes of Poland!"