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In
another
moment
Davout
would
have
realized
that
he
was
doing
wrong
,
but
just
then
the
adjutant
had
come
in
and
interrupted
him
.
The
adjutant
,
also
,
had
evidently
had
no
evil
intent
though
he
might
have
refrained
from
coming
in
.
Then
who
was
executing
him
,
killing
him
,
depriving
him
of
life
--
him
,
Pierre
,
with
all
his
memories
,
aspirations
,
hopes
,
and
thoughts
?
Who
was
doing
this
?
And
Pierre
felt
that
it
was
no
one
.
It
was
a
system
--
a
concurrence
of
circumstances
.
A
system
of
some
sort
was
killing
him
--
Pierre
--
depriving
him
of
life
,
of
everything
,
annihilating
him
.
From
Prince
Shcherbátov
's
house
the
prisoners
were
led
straight
down
the
Virgin
's
Field
,
to
the
left
of
the
nunnery
,
as
far
as
a
kitchen
garden
in
which
a
post
had
been
set
up
.
Beyond
that
post
a
fresh
pit
had
been
dug
in
the
ground
,
and
near
the
post
and
the
pit
a
large
crowd
stood
in
a
semicircle
.
The
crowd
consisted
of
a
few
Russians
and
many
of
Napoleon
's
soldiers
who
were
not
on
duty
--
Germans
,
Italians
,
and
Frenchmen
,
in
a
variety
of
uniforms
.
To
the
right
and
left
of
the
post
stood
rows
of
French
troops
in
blue
uniforms
with
red
epaulets
and
high
boots
and
shakos
.
The
prisoners
were
placed
in
a
certain
order
,
according
to
the
list
(
Pierre
was
sixth
)
,
and
were
led
to
the
post
.
Several
drums
suddenly
began
to
beat
on
both
sides
of
them
,
and
at
that
sound
Pierre
felt
as
if
part
of
his
soul
had
been
torn
away
.
He
lost
the
power
of
thinking
or
understanding
.
He
could
only
hear
and
see
.
And
he
had
only
one
wish
--
that
the
frightful
thing
that
had
to
happen
should
happen
quickly
.
Pierre
looked
round
at
his
fellow
prisoners
and
scrutinized
them
.
The
two
first
were
convicts
with
shaven
heads
.
One
was
tall
and
thin
,
the
other
dark
,
shaggy
,
and
sinewy
,
with
a
flat
nose
.
The
third
was
a
domestic
serf
,
about
forty-five
years
old
,
with
grizzled
hair
and
a
plump
,
well-nourished
body
.
The
fourth
was
a
peasant
,
a
very
handsome
man
with
a
broad
,
light-brown
beard
and
black
eyes
.
The
fifth
was
a
factory
hand
,
a
thin
,
sallow-faced
lad
of
eighteen
in
a
loose
coat
.
Pierre
heard
the
French
consulting
whether
to
shoot
them
separately
or
two
at
a
time
.
"
In
couples
,
"
replied
the
officer
in
command
in
a
calm
voice
.
There
was
a
stir
in
the
ranks
of
the
soldiers
and
it
was
evident
that
they
were
all
hurrying
--
not
as
men
hurry
to
do
something
they
understand
,
but
as
people
hurry
to
finish
a
necessary
but
unpleasant
and
incomprehensible
task
.
A
French
official
wearing
a
scarf
came
up
to
the
right
of
the
row
of
prisoners
and
read
out
the
sentence
in
Russian
and
in
French
.
Then
two
pairs
of
Frenchmen
approached
the
criminals
and
at
the
officer
's
command
took
the
two
convicts
who
stood
first
in
the
row
.
The
convicts
stopped
when
they
reached
the
post
and
,
while
sacks
were
being
brought
,
looked
dumbly
around
as
a
wounded
beast
looks
at
an
approaching
huntsman
.
One
crossed
himself
continually
,
the
other
scratched
his
back
and
made
a
movement
of
the
lips
resembling
a
smile
.
With
hurried
hands
the
soldiers
blindfolded
them
,
drawing
the
sacks
over
their
heads
,
and
bound
them
to
the
post
.
