If I want anything, I won't beg--I'll take it!" "Well, never mind; I only..." "And I only..." "Good-by.

" "Good health..." "It's a long, long way.

To my native land..." Zherkov touched his horse with the spurs; it pranced excitedly from foot to foot uncertain with which to start, then settled down, galloped past the company, and overtook the carriage, still keeping time to the song.

On returning from the review, Kutuzov took the Austrian general into his private room and, calling his adjutant, asked for some papers relating to the condition of the troops on their arrival, and the letters that had come from the Archduke Ferdinand, who was in command of the advanced army.

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