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Fires were lighted and the talk became more audible. Captain

Tushin, having given orders to his company, sent a soldier to

find a dressing station or a doctor for the cadet, and sat down

by a bonfire the soldiers had kindled on the road. Rostov, too,

dragged himself to the fire. From pain, cold, and damp, a

feverish shivering shook his whole body. Drowsiness was

irresistibly mastering him, but he kept awake by an excruciating

pain in his arm, for which he could find no satisfactory

position. He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the

fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble,

round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged

like a Turk beside him. Tushin's large, kind, intelligent eyes

were fixed with sympathy and commiseration on Rostov, who saw

that Tushin with his whole heart wished to help him but could

not.