Someone was snoring under them, and around them stood saddled horses munching their oats. We've been into the French camp. I brought some with me. You can have some. The Cossack bent forward from under the wagon to get a closer look at Petya.
Some fellows do things just anyhow, without preparation, and then they're sorry for it afterwards.
Likhachev got up, rummaged in his pack, and soon Petya heard the warlike sound of steel on whetstone. He climbed onto the wagon and sat on its edge. The Cossack was sharpening the saber under the wagon. Oh, he's thrown himself down there in the passage. Fast asleep after his fright.