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Plotkine (writhing on the ground; moaning)

Oh, Holy Kyrill and all the dear Saints—this is insufferable. I can't stand it.

Touati (Slowly and painfully turning his head in the direction of Plotkine)

You'll have to stand it, comrade.

Plotkine

Who's there?—a friend?

Touati

No. I am of the First Turkish Cavalry. I am Captain—but never mind my name. I do not suppose a ceremonious introduction is necessary under the circumstances.

Plotkine

Come over and give a chap a bit of help, will you?

Touati

I am awfully sorry, but …

Plotkine (interrupting)

Oh, you're wounded yourself, are you?—Can you move?

Touati

Not as much as I'd like to. A piece of shrapnel struck me, and one of my legs is shattered—it's only just making a bluff at hanging together by a shred of skin.

Plotkine

I got mine through the chest—right chest. (Short pause.) You talk jolly good Bulgarian. (Another pause.) I say, comrade, there must be a Turkish ambulance corps kicking about here somewhere. I can't

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