The Rostov party spent the night at Mytishchi, fourteen miles from Moscow.
She moved simply to be farther away from the wounded man.
One glow had long been visible and everybody knew that it was Little Mytishchi burning--set on fire by Mamonov's Cossacks.
But they told us Little Mytishchi had been set on fire by Mamonov's Cossacks.
But that's not Mytishchi, it's farther away.
It's more to the left, why, Little Mytishchi is over there, and this is right on the other side.
But in the yard there was a light from the fire at Little Mytishchi a mile and a half away, and through the night came the noise of people shouting at a tavern Mamonov's Cossacks had set up across the street, and the adjutant's unceasing moans could still be heard.
The first night after they left Moscow had been fairly warm and he had remained in the caleche, but at Mytishchi the wounded man himself asked to be taken out and given some tea.
She now saw him again as he had been at Mytishchi, at Troitsa, and at Yaroslavl.