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"It's a lackey's job!" "You are still the same dreamer, I see," remarked Boris, shaking his head.

"And you're still the same diplomatist! But that's not the point... Come, how are you?" asked Rostov.

"Well, as you see.

So far everything's all right, but I confess I should much like to be an adjutant and not remain at the front.

" "Why?" "Because when once a man starts on military service, he should try to make as successful a career of it as possible.

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