When Ermolov, having been sent by Kutuzov to inspect the position, told the field marshal that it was impo ible to fight there before Moscow and that they must retreat, Kutuzov looked at him in silence.
"Give me your hand," said he and, turning it over so as to feel the pulse, added: "You are not well, my dear fellow. Think what you are saying!"
Kutuzov could not yet ad ......
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