Pierrerepliedthathecouldnottellhimhisnameand, blushing, begantotrytoinventanameandtosaysomethingabouthisreasonforconcealingit, buttheFrenchmanhastilyinterruptedhim.
"Oh, please!" saidhe."...'?" ."Yourbaptismalname, , yousay....That'sallIwanttoknow."
Whenthemuttonandanomelethadbeenservedandasamovarandvodkabrought, withsomewinewhichtheFrenchhadtakenfromaRussiancellarandbroughtwiththem, RamballeinvitedPierretosharehisdinner, andhimselfbegantoeatgreedilyandquicklylikeahealthyandhungryman, munchinghisfoodrapidlywithhisstrongteeth, continuallysmackinghislips, andrepeating—"Excellent! Delicious!" , theorderly, , (pig'slemonade), , .
"Yes, mydearMonsieurPierre, Ioweyouafinevotivecandleforsavingmefromthatmaniac....Yousee, " (hetouchedhisside) "andasecondatSmolensk"—heshowedascaronhischeek—"andthislegwhichasyouseedoesnotwanttomarch, ! Itwassplendid! , myword! Youmaybeproudofit! Andonmyhonor, inspiteofthecoughIcaughtthere, ."
"Iwasthere," saidPierre.
"Bah, really? Somuchthebetter! , bymypipe!" continuedtheFrenchman."—, itwasbeautiful, MonsieurPierre! Yourgrenadiersweresplendid, byheaven! ! OurKingofNaples, whoknowswhat'swhat, cried 'Bravo!' Ha, ha! Soyouareoneofussoldiers!" headded, smiling, afteramomentarypause."Somuchthebetter, somuchthebetter, MonsieurPierre! Terribleinbattle...gallant...withthefair" (hewinkedandsmiled), "that'swhattheFrenchare, MonsieurPierre, aren'tthey?"
Thecaptainwassonaivelyandgood-humoredlygay, soreal, "gallant" turnedthecaptain'sthoughtstothestateofMoscow.
