" And the commander, turning to look at the adjutant, directed his jerky steps down the line.

He was evidently pleased at his own display of anger and walking up to the regiment wished to find a further excuse for wrath.

Having snapped at an officer for an unpolished badge, at another because his line was not straight, he reached the third company.

"H-o-o-w are you standing? Where's your leg? Your leg?" shouted the commander with a tone of suffering in his voice, while there were still five men between him and Dolokhov with his bluish-gray uniform.

Dolokhov slowly straightened his bent knee, looking straight with his clear, insolent eyes in the general's face.