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When
asked
what
he
was
doing
when
he
was
arrested
,
Pierre
replied
in
a
rather
tragic
manner
that
he
was
restoring
to
its
parents
a
child
he
had
saved
from
the
flames
.
Why
had
he
fought
the
marauder
?
Pierre
answered
that
he
"
was
protecting
a
woman
,
"
and
that
"
to
protect
a
woman
who
was
being
insulted
was
the
duty
of
every
man
;
that
...
"
They
interrupted
him
,
for
this
was
not
to
the
point
.
Why
was
he
in
the
yard
of
a
burning
house
where
witnesses
had
seen
him
?
He
replied
that
he
had
gone
out
to
see
what
was
happening
in
Moscow
.
Again
they
interrupted
him
:
they
had
not
asked
where
he
was
going
,
but
why
he
was
found
near
the
fire
?
Who
was
he
?
they
asked
,
repeating
their
first
question
,
which
he
had
declined
to
answer
.
Again
he
replied
that
he
could
not
answer
it
.
"
Put
that
down
,
that
's
bad
...
very
bad
,
"
sternly
remarked
the
general
with
the
white
mustache
and
red
flushed
face
.
On
the
fourth
day
fires
broke
out
on
the
Zúbovski
rampart
.
Pierre
and
thirteen
others
were
moved
to
the
coach
house
of
a
merchant
's
house
near
the
Crimean
bridge
.
On
his
way
through
the
streets
Pierre
felt
stifled
by
the
smoke
which
seemed
to
hang
over
the
whole
city
.
Fires
were
visible
on
all
sides
.
He
did
not
then
realize
the
significance
of
the
burning
of
Moscow
,
and
looked
at
the
fires
with
horror
.
He
passed
four
days
in
the
coach
house
near
the
Crimean
bridge
and
during
that
time
learned
,
from
the
talk
of
the
French
soldiers
,
that
all
those
confined
there
were
awaiting
a
decision
which
might
come
any
day
from
the
marshal
.
What
marshal
this
was
,
Pierre
could
not
learn
from
the
soldiers
Evidently
for
them
"
the
marshal
"
represented
a
very
high
and
rather
mysterious
power
.
These
first
days
,
before
the
eighth
of
September
when
the
prisoners
were
had
up
for
a
second
examination
,
were
the
hardest
of
all
for
Pierre
.
On
the
eighth
of
September
an
officer
--
a
very
important
one
judging
by
the
respect
the
guards
showed
him
--
entered
the
coach
house
where
the
prisoners
were
.
This
officer
,
probably
someone
on
the
staff
,
was
holding
a
paper
in
his
hand
,
and
called
over
all
the
Russians
there
,
naming
Pierre
as
"
the
man
who
does
not
give
his
name
.
"
Glancing
indolently
and
indifferently
at
all
the
prisoners
,
he
ordered
the
officer
in
charge
to
have
them
decently
dressed
and
tidied
up
before
taking
them
to
the
marshal
.
An
hour
later
a
squad
of
soldiers
arrived
and
Pierre
with
thirteen
others
was
led
to
the
Virgin
's
Field
.
It
was
a
fine
day
,
sunny
after
rain
,
and
the
air
was
unusually
pure
.
The
smoke
did
not
hang
low
as
on
the
day
when
Pierre
had
been
taken
from
the
guardhouse
on
the
Zúbovski
rampart
,
but
rose
through
the
pure
air
in
columns
.
No
flames
were
seen
,
but
columns
of
smoke
rose
on
all
sides
,
and
all
Moscow
as
far
as
Pierre
could
see
was
one
vast
charred
ruin
.
On
all
sides
there
were
waste
spaces
with
only
stoves
and
chimney
stacks
still
standing
,
and
here
and
there
the
blackened
walls
of
some
brick
houses
.
Pierre
gazed
at
the
ruins
and
did
not
recognize
districts
he
had
known
well
.
Here
and
there
he
could
see
churches
that
had
not
been
burned
.
The
Krémlin
,
which
was
not
destroyed
,
gleamed
white
in
the
distance
with
its
towers
and
the
belfry
of
Iván
the
Great
.
The
domes
of
the
New
Convent
of
the
Virgin
glittered
brightly
and
its
bells
were
ringing
particularly
clearly
.
These
bells
reminded
Pierre
that
it
was
Sunday
and
the
feast
of
the
Nativity
of
the
Virgin
.
But
there
seemed
to
be
no
one
to
celebrate
this
holiday
:
everywhere
were
blackened
ruins
,
and
the
few
Russians
to
be
seen
were
tattered
and
frightened
people
who
tried
to
hide
when
they
saw
the
French
.
It
was
plain
that
the
Russian
nest
was
ruined
and
destroyed
,
but
in
place
of
the
Russian
order
of
life
that
had
been
destroyed
,
Pierre
unconsciously
felt
that
a
quite
different
,
firm
,
French
order
had
been
established
over
this
ruined
nest
.
He
felt
this
in
the
looks
of
the
soldiers
who
,
marching
in
regular
ranks
briskly
and
gaily
,
were
escorting
him
and
the
other
criminals
;
he
felt
it
in
the
looks
of
an
important
French
official
in
a
carriage
and
pair
driven
by
a
soldier
,
whom
they
met
on
the
way
.
He
felt
it
in
the
merry
sounds
of
regimental
music
he
heard
from
the
left
side
of
the
field
,
and
felt
and
realized
it
especially
from
the
list
of
prisoners
the
French
officer
had
read
out
when
he
came
that
morning
.
Pierre
had
been
taken
by
one
set
of
soldiers
and
led
first
to
one
and
then
to
another
place
with
dozens
of
other
men
,
and
it
seemed
that
they
might
have
forgotten
him
,
or
confused
him
with
the
others
.
But
no
:
the
answers
he
had
given
when
questioned
had
come
back
to
him
in
his
designation
as
"
the
man
who
does
not
give
his
name
,
"
and
under
that
appellation
,
which
to
Pierre
seemed
terrible
,
they
were
now
leading
him
somewhere
with
unhesitating
assurance
on
their
faces
that
he
and
all
the
other
prisoners
were
exactly
the
ones
they
wanted
and
that
they
were
being
taken
to
the
proper
place
.
