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  		- I used Garnett as the starting point for the patronymics and dimunitives, but often had to refer to an original Russian scan to make final determinations.
 
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 			<p>“What’s that that has fallen?” asked the accountant with a naive smile.</p>
 			<p>“A French pancake,” answered Zherkóv.</p>
 			<p>“So that’s what they hit with?” asked the accountant. “How awful!”</p>
-			<p>He seemed to swell with satisfaction. He had hardly finished speaking when they again heard an unexpectedly violent whistling which suddenly ended with a thud into something soft⁠ ⁠… <em>f-f-flop</em>! and a Cossack, riding a little to their right and behind the accountant, crashed to earth with his horse. Zherkóv and the staff officer bent over their saddles and turned their horses away. The accountant stopped, facing the Cossack, and examined him with attentive curiosity. The Cossack was dead, but the horse still struggled.</p>
+			<p>He seemed to swell with satisfaction. He had hardly finished speaking when they again heard an unexpectedly violent whistling which suddenly ended with a thud into something soft⁠ ⁠… <i>f‑f‑flop</i>! and a Cossack, riding a little to their right and behind the accountant, crashed to earth with his horse. Zherkóv and the staff officer bent over their saddles and turned their horses away. The accountant stopped, facing the Cossack, and examined him with attentive curiosity. The Cossack was dead, but the horse still struggled.</p>
 			<p>Prince Bagratión screwed up his eyes, looked round, and, seeing the cause of the confusion, turned away with indifference, as if to say, “Is it worth while noticing trifles?” He reined in his horse with the care of a skillful rider and, slightly bending over, disengaged his saber which had caught in his cloak. It was an old-fashioned saber of a kind no longer in general use. Prince Andréy remembered the story of Suvórov giving his saber to Bagratión in Italy, and the recollection was particularly pleasant at that moment. They had reached the battery at which Prince Andréy had been when he examined the battlefield.</p>
 			<p>“Whose company?” asked Prince Bagratión of an artilleryman standing by the ammunition wagon.</p>
 			<p>He asked, “Whose company?” but he really meant, “Are you frightened here?” and the artilleryman understood him.</p>