"I ordered you not to let them eat that Mashka woot stuff!" Denisov was shouting.

" And I saw with my own eyes how Lazarchuk bwought some fwom the fields.

" "I have given the order again and again, your honor, but they don't obey," answered the quartermaster.

Rostov lay down again on his bed and thought complacently: "Let him fuss and bustle now, my job's done and I'm lying down--capitally!" He could hear that Lavrushka--that sly, bold orderly of Denisov's--was talking, as well as the quartermaster.