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From
all
sides
,
like
the
roar
of
the
sea
,
were
heard
the
rattle
of
wheels
,
the
tramp
of
feet
,
and
incessant
shouts
of
anger
and
abuse
.
Pierre
stood
pressed
against
the
wall
of
a
charred
house
,
listening
to
that
noise
which
mingled
in
his
imagination
with
the
roll
of
the
drums
.
To
get
a
better
view
,
several
officer
prisoners
climbed
onto
the
wall
of
the
half-burned
house
against
which
Pierre
was
leaning
.
"
What
crowds
!
Just
look
at
the
crowds
!
...
They
've
loaded
goods
even
on
the
cannon
!
Look
there
,
those
are
furs
!
"
they
exclaimed
.
"
Just
see
what
the
blackguards
have
looted
...
There
!
See
what
that
one
has
behind
in
the
cart
...
Why
,
those
are
settings
taken
from
some
icons
,
by
heaven
!
...
Oh
,
the
rascals
!
...
See
how
that
fellow
has
loaded
himself
up
,
he
can
hardly
walk
!
Good
lord
,
they
've
even
grabbed
those
chaises
!
...
See
that
fellow
there
sitting
on
the
trunks
...
Heavens
!
They
're
fighting
.
"
"
That
's
right
,
hit
him
on
the
snout
--
on
his
snout
!
Like
this
,
we
sha
n't
get
away
before
evening
.
Look
,
look
there
...
Why
,
that
must
be
Napoleon
's
own
.
See
what
horses
!
And
the
monograms
with
a
crown
!
It
's
like
a
portable
house
...
That
fellow
's
dropped
his
sack
and
does
n't
see
it
.
Fighting
again
...
A
woman
with
a
baby
,
and
not
bad-looking
either
!
Yes
,
I
dare
say
,
that
's
the
way
they
'll
let
you
pass
...
Just
look
,
there
's
no
end
to
it
.
Russian
wenches
,
by
heaven
,
so
they
are
!
In
carriages
--
see
how
comfortably
they
've
settled
themselves
!
"
Again
,
as
at
the
church
in
Khamóvniki
,
a
wave
of
general
curiosity
bore
all
the
prisoners
forward
onto
the
road
,
and
Pierre
,
thanks
to
his
stature
,
saw
over
the
heads
of
the
others
what
so
attracted
their
curiosity
.
In
three
carriages
involved
among
the
munition
carts
,
closely
squeezed
together
,
sat
women
with
rouged
faces
,
dressed
in
glaring
colors
,
who
were
shouting
something
in
shrill
voices
.
From
the
moment
Pierre
had
recognized
the
appearance
of
the
mysterious
force
nothing
had
seemed
to
him
strange
or
dreadful
:
neither
the
corpse
smeared
with
soot
for
fun
nor
these
women
hurrying
away
nor
the
burned
ruins
of
Moscow
.
All
that
he
now
witnessed
scarcely
made
an
impression
on
him
--
as
if
his
soul
,
making
ready
for
a
hard
struggle
,
refused
to
receive
impressions
that
might
weaken
it
.
The
women
's
vehicles
drove
by
.
Behind
them
came
more
carts
,
soldiers
,
wagons
,
soldiers
,
gun
carriages
,
carriages
,
soldiers
,
ammunition
carts
,
more
soldiers
,
and
now
and
then
women
.
Pierre
did
not
see
the
people
as
individuals
but
saw
their
movement
.
All
these
people
and
horses
seemed
driven
forward
by
some
invisible
power
.
