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Meanwhile, Petya, having found and seized the sabers in the outer

room, with the delight boys feel at the sight of a military elder

brother, and forgetting that it was unbecoming for the girls to

see men undressed, opened the bedroom door.

"Is this your saber?" he shouted.

The girls sprang aside. Denisov hid his hairy legs under the

blanket, looking with a scared face at his comrade for help. The

door, having let Petya in, closed again. A sound of laughter came

from behind it.

"Nicholas! Come out in your dressing gown!" said Natasha's voice.

"Is this your saber?" asked Petya. "Or is it yours?" he said,

addressing the black-mustached Denisov with servile deference.