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Pierre
told
him
about
the
sick
man
.
"
He
'll
manage
to
walk
,
devil
take
him
!
"
said
the
captain
.
"
Pass
on
,
pass
on
!
"
he
continued
without
looking
at
Pierre
.
"
But
he
is
dying
,
"
Pierre
again
began
.
"
Be
so
good
...
"
shouted
the
captain
,
frowning
angrily
.
"
Dram-da-da-dam
,
dam-dam
...
"
rattled
the
drums
,
and
Pierre
understood
that
this
mysterious
force
completely
controlled
these
men
and
that
it
was
now
useless
to
say
any
more
.
The
officer
prisoners
were
separated
from
the
soldiers
and
told
to
march
in
front
.
There
were
about
thirty
officers
,
with
Pierre
among
them
,
and
about
three
hundred
men
.
The
officers
,
who
had
come
from
the
other
sheds
,
were
all
strangers
to
Pierre
and
much
better
dressed
than
he
.
They
looked
at
him
and
at
his
shoes
mistrustfully
,
as
at
an
alien
.
Not
far
from
him
walked
a
fat
major
with
a
sallow
,
bloated
,
angry
face
,
who
was
wearing
a
Kazán
dressing
gown
tied
round
with
a
towel
,
and
who
evidently
enjoyed
the
respect
of
his
fellow
prisoners
.
He
kept
one
hand
,
in
which
he
clasped
his
tobacco
pouch
,
inside
the
bosom
of
his
dressing
gown
and
held
the
stem
of
his
pipe
firmly
with
the
other
.
Panting
and
puffing
,
the
major
grumbled
and
growled
at
everybody
because
he
thought
he
was
being
pushed
and
that
they
were
all
hurrying
when
they
had
nowhere
to
hurry
to
and
were
all
surprised
at
something
when
there
was
nothing
to
be
surprised
at
.
Another
,
a
thin
little
officer
,
was
speaking
to
everyone
,
conjecturing
where
they
were
now
being
taken
and
how
far
they
would
get
that
day
.
An
official
in
felt
boots
and
wearing
a
commissariat
uniform
ran
round
from
side
to
side
and
gazed
at
the
ruins
of
Moscow
,
loudly
announcing
his
observations
as
to
what
had
been
burned
down
and
what
this
or
that
part
of
the
city
was
that
they
could
see
.
A
third
officer
,
who
by
his
accent
was
a
Pole
,
disputed
with
the
commissariat
officer
,
arguing
that
he
was
mistaken
in
his
identification
of
the
different
wards
of
Moscow
.
"
What
are
you
disputing
about
?
"
said
the
major
angrily
.
"
What
does
it
matter
whether
it
is
St.
Nicholas
or
St.
Blasius
?
You
see
it
's
burned
down
,
and
there
's
an
end
of
it
...
What
are
you
pushing
for
?
Is
n't
the
road
wide
enough
?
"
said
he
,
turning
to
a
man
behind
him
who
was
not
pushing
him
at
all
.
"
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
!
What
have
they
done
?
"
the
prisoners
on
one
side
and
another
were
heard
saying
as
they
gazed
on
the
charred
ruins
