"They keep dwagging the wegiment to and fwo all day.
If they mean to fight, let's fight.
But the devil knows what this is.
" "What a dandy you are today!" said Nesvitski, looking at Denisov's new cloak and saddlecloth.
Denisov smiled, took out of his sabretache a handkerchief that diffused a smell of perfume, and put it to Nesvitski's nose.