1 This active old servant was unpacking the traveler's canteen and preparing tea.
2 It was plain that he was lying and only wanted to get more money from the traveler.
3 The traveler was Joseph Alexeevich Bazdeev, as Pierre saw from the postmaster's book.
4 Next morning, after the fatigues of their journey, the travelers slept till ten o'clock.
5 The traveler, having packed his things with his practiced hands, began fastening his coat.
6 The servant handed him a book which Pierre took to be a devotional work, and the traveler became absorbed in it.
7 Denisov was going home to Voronezh and Rostov persuaded him to travel with him as far as Moscow and to stay with him there.
8 The southern spring, the comfortable rapid traveling in a Vienna carriage, and the solitude of the road, all had a gladdening effect on Pierre.
9 He felt a wish to speak to the stranger, but by the time he had made up his mind to ask him a question about the roads, the traveler had closed his eyes.
10 "I make bold to ask your excellency to move a little for this gentleman," said the postmaster, entering the room followed by another traveler, also detained for lack of horses.
11 It is good for me, bad for another traveler, and for himself it's unavoidable, because he needs money for food; the man said an officer had once given him a thrashing for letting a private traveler have the courier horses.
12 He was continually traveling through the three provinces entrusted to him, was pedantic in the fulfillment of his duties, severe to cruel with his subordinates, and went into everything down to the minutest details himself.
13 With a pair of felt boots on his thin bony legs, and keeping on a worn, nankeen-covered, sheepskin coat, the traveler sat down on the sofa, leaned back his big head with its broad temples and close-cropped hair, and looked at Bezukhov.