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During
the
hour
Pierre
watched
them
they
all
came
flowing
from
the
different
streets
with
one
and
the
same
desire
to
get
on
quickly
;
they
all
jostled
one
another
,
began
to
grow
angry
and
to
fight
,
white
teeth
gleamed
,
brows
frowned
,
ever
the
same
words
of
abuse
flew
from
side
to
side
,
and
all
the
faces
bore
the
same
swaggeringly
resolute
and
coldly
cruel
expression
that
had
struck
Pierre
that
morning
on
the
corporal
's
face
when
the
drums
were
beating
.
It
was
not
till
nearly
evening
that
the
officer
commanding
the
escort
collected
his
men
and
with
shouts
and
quarrels
forced
his
way
in
among
the
baggage
trains
,
and
the
prisoners
,
hemmed
in
on
all
sides
,
emerged
onto
the
Kalúga
road
.
They
marched
very
quickly
,
without
resting
,
and
halted
only
when
the
sun
began
to
set
.
The
baggage
carts
drew
up
close
together
and
the
men
began
to
prepare
for
their
night
's
rest
.
They
all
appeared
angry
and
dissatisfied
.
For
a
long
time
,
oaths
,
angry
shouts
,
and
fighting
could
be
heard
from
all
sides
.
A
carriage
that
followed
the
escort
ran
into
one
of
the
carts
and
knocked
a
hole
in
it
with
its
pole
.
Several
soldiers
ran
toward
the
cart
from
different
sides
:
some
beat
the
carriage
horses
on
their
heads
,
turning
them
aside
,
others
fought
among
themselves
,
and
Pierre
saw
that
one
German
was
badly
wounded
on
the
head
by
a
sword
.
It
seemed
that
all
these
men
,
now
that
they
had
stopped
amid
fields
in
the
chill
dusk
of
the
autumn
evening
,
experienced
one
and
the
same
feeling
of
unpleasant
awakening
from
the
hurry
and
eagerness
to
push
on
that
had
seized
them
at
the
start
.
Once
at
a
standstill
they
all
seemed
to
understand
that
they
did
not
yet
know
where
they
were
going
,
and
that
much
that
was
painful
and
difficult
awaited
them
on
this
journey
.
During
this
halt
the
escort
treated
the
prisoners
even
worse
than
they
had
done
at
the
start
.
It
was
here
that
the
prisoners
for
the
first
time
received
horseflesh
for
their
meat
ration
.
From
the
officer
down
to
the
lowest
soldier
they
showed
what
seemed
like
personal
spite
against
each
of
the
prisoners
,
in
unexpected
contrast
to
their
former
friendly
relations
.
This
spite
increased
still
more
when
,
on
calling
over
the
roll
of
prisoners
,
it
was
found
that
in
the
bustle
of
leaving
Moscow
one
Russian
soldier
,
who
had
pretended
to
suffer
from
colic
,
had
escaped
.
Pierre
saw
a
Frenchman
beat
a
Russian
soldier
cruelly
for
straying
too
far
from
the
road
,
and
heard
his
friend
the
captain
reprimand
and
threaten
to
court-martial
a
noncommissioned
officer
on
account
of
the
escape
of
the
Russian
.
To
the
noncommissioned
officer
's
excuse
that
the
prisoner
was
ill
and
could
not
walk
,
the
officer
replied
that
the
order
was
to
shoot
those
who
lagged
behind
.
Pierre
felt
that
that
fatal
force
which
had
crushed
him
during
the
executions
,
but
which
he
had
not
felt
during
his
imprisonment
,
now
again
controlled
his
existence
.
It
was
terrible
,
but
he
felt
that
in
proportion
to
the
efforts
of
that
fatal
force
to
crush
him
,
there
grew
and
strengthened
in
his
soul
a
power
of
life
independent
of
it
.
He
ate
his
supper
of
buckwheat
soup
with
horseflesh
and
chatted
with
his
comrades
.
Neither
Pierre
nor
any
of
the
others
spoke
of
what
they
had
seen
in
Moscow
,
or
of
the
roughness
of
their
treatment
by
the
French
,
or
of
the
order
to
shoot
them
which
had
been
announced
to
them
.
As
if
in
reaction
against
the
worsening
of
their
position
they
were
all
particularly
animated
and
gay
.
They
spoke
of
personal
reminiscences
,
of
amusing
scenes
they
had
witnessed
during
the
campaign
,
and
avoided
all
talk
of
their
present
situation
.
