There platon was sitting , with a coat put over his head , like a priests chasuble . in his flexible , pleasant voice , feeble now from illness , he was telling the soldiers a story pierre had heard already 普拉东坐在火堆旁边，用他的大衣像法衣一样连头裹了起来，他用动人的愉快的然而却是微弱的病人的声音向士兵们讲述着一个早已为皮埃尔熟悉的故事。
