Prince Andrew glanced at Kutuzov's face only a foot distant from him and involuntarily noticed the carefully washed seams of the scar near his temple, where an Ismail bullet had pierced his skull, and the empty eye socket.
" Yes, he has a right to speak so calmly of those men's death," thought Bolkonski.
"That is why I beg to be sent to that detachment," he said.
Kutuzov did not reply.
He seemed to have forgotten what he had been saying, and sat plunged in thought.
Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.
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