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On October 11, the day when all was astir at headquarters over

the news of Mack's defeat, the camp life of the officers of this

squadron was proceeding as usual. Denisov, who had been losing at

cards all night, had not yet come home when Rostov rode back

early in the morning from a foraging expedition. Rostov in his

cadet uniform, with a jerk to his horse, rode up to the porch,

swung his leg over the saddle with a supple youthful movement,

stood for a moment in the stirrup as if loathe to part from his

horse, and at last sprang down and called to his orderly.

"Ah, Bondarenko, dear friend!" said he to the hussar who rushed

up headlong to the horse. "Walk him up and down, my dear fellow,"

he continued, with that gay brotherly cordiality which

goodhearted young people show to everyone when they are happy.

"Yes, your excellency," answered the Ukrainian gaily, tossing his

head.

"Mind, walk him up and down well!"