"Telyanin! 'What? So it's you who's starving us to death! Is it? Take this and this!' and I hit him so pat, stwaight on his snout... 'Ah, what a... what a...!' and I sta'ted fwashing him... Well, I've had a bit of fun I can tell you!" cried Denisov, gleeful and yet angry, his white teeth showing under his black mustache.

" I'd have killed him if they hadn't taken him away!" "But what are you shouting for? Calm yourself," said Rostov.

" You've set your arm bleeding afresh.

Wait, we must tie it up again.

" Denisov was bandaged up again and put to bed.