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"Come here, Wostov. Let's dwink to dwown our gwief!" shouted

Denisov, who had settled down by the roadside with a flask and

some food.

The officers gathered round Denisov's canteen, eating and

talking.

"There! They are bringing another!" cried one of the officers,

indicating a captive French dragoon who was being brought in on

foot by two Cossacks.

One of them was leading by the bridle a fine large French horse

he had taken from the prisoner.

"Sell us that horse!" Denisov called out to the Cossacks.

"If you like, your honor!"