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"At boss zides, Captain," he heard the voice of the colonel, who,

having ridden ahead, had pulled up his horse near the bridge,

with a triumphant, cheerful face.

Rostov wiping his muddy hands on his breeches looked at his enemy

and was about to run on, thinking that the farther he went to the

front the better. But Bogdanich, without looking at or

recognizing Rostov, shouted to him:

"Who's that running on the middle of the bridge? To the right!

Come back, Cadet!" he cried angrily; and turning to Denisov, who,

showing off his courage, had ridden on to the planks of the

bridge:

"Why run risks, Captain? You should dismount," he said.

"Oh, every bullet has its billet," answered Vaska Denisov,

turning in his saddle.