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And went into the canteen-keeper's booth. Several officers, with flushed and exhausted faces, were sitting at the tables, eating and drinking. Now what does this mean, gentlemen? said the staff-officer, in the reproachful tone of a man who has repeated the same thing several times. You mustn't absent yourselves like this. The prince gave orders that no one was to leave his post.


Come, really, captain, he remonstrated with a muddy, thin little artillery officer, who in his stockings he had given his boots to the canteen-keeper to dry stood up at their entrance, smiling not Door Bell naturally. Now aren't you ashamed, Captain Tushin? pursued door phone the staff-officer. I should have thought you as an artillery officer ought to set an example, and you have no boots on. They'll sound the alarm, and you'll be in a pretty position without your boots on. The staff-officer smiled.

Kindly return to your posts, gentlemen, all, all, he added in a tone of authority. Door Bell could not help smiling as he glanced at Captain Tushin. Smiling, without a word, Tushin shifted from one bare foot to the other, looking inquiringly, with his big, shrewd, and good-natured eyes, from Door Bell to the staff-officer. The soldiers say it's easier barefoot, said Captain Tushin, smiling shyly, evidently anxious