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The
sun
had
set
long
since
.
Bright
stars
shone
out
here
and
there
in
the
sky
.
A
red
glow
as
of
a
conflagration
spread
above
the
horizon
from
the
rising
full
moon
,
and
that
vast
red
ball
swayed
strangely
in
the
gray
haze
.
It
grew
light
.
The
evening
was
ending
,
but
the
night
had
not
yet
come
.
Pierre
got
up
and
left
his
new
companions
,
crossing
between
the
campfires
to
the
other
side
of
the
road
where
he
had
been
told
the
common
soldier
prisoners
were
stationed
.
He
wanted
to
talk
to
them
.
On
the
road
he
was
stopped
by
a
French
sentinel
who
ordered
him
back
.
Pierre
turned
back
,
not
to
his
companions
by
the
campfire
,
but
to
an
unharnessed
cart
where
there
was
nobody
.
Tucking
his
legs
under
him
and
dropping
his
head
he
sat
down
on
the
cold
ground
by
the
wheel
of
the
cart
and
remained
motionless
a
long
while
sunk
in
thought
.
Suddenly
he
burst
out
into
a
fit
of
his
broad
,
good-natured
laughter
,
so
loud
that
men
from
various
sides
turned
with
surprise
to
see
what
this
strange
and
evidently
solitary
laughter
could
mean
.
"
Ha-ha-ha
!
"
laughed
Pierre
.
And
he
said
aloud
to
himself
:
"
The
soldier
did
not
let
me
pass
.
They
took
me
and
shut
me
up
.
They
hold
me
captive
What
,
me
?
Me
?
My
immortal
soul
?
Ha-ha-ha
!
Ha-ha-ha
!
...
"
and
he
laughed
till
tears
started
to
his
eyes
.
A
man
got
up
and
came
to
see
what
this
queer
big
fellow
was
laughing
at
all
by
himself
.
Pierre
stopped
laughing
,
got
up
,
went
farther
away
from
the
inquisitive
man
,
and
looked
around
him
.
The
huge
,
endless
bivouac
that
had
previously
resounded
with
the
crackling
of
campfires
and
the
voices
of
many
men
had
grown
quiet
,
the
red
campfires
were
growing
paler
and
dying
down
.
High
up
in
the
light
sky
hung
the
full
moon
.
Forests
and
fields
beyond
the
camp
,
unseen
before
,
were
now
visible
in
the
distance
.
And
farther
still
,
beyond
those
forests
and
fields
,
the
bright
,
oscillating
,
limitless
distance
lured
one
to
itself
.
Pierre
glanced
up
at
the
sky
and
the
twinkling
stars
in
its
faraway
depths
.
"
And
all
that
is
me
,
all
that
is
within
me
,
and
it
is
all
I
!
"
thought
Pierre
.
"
And
they
caught
all
that
and
put
it
into
a
shed
boarded
up
with
planks
!
"
He
smiled
,
and
went
and
lay
down
to
sleep
beside
his
companions
.
In
the
early
days
of
October
another
envoy
came
to
Kutúzov
with
a
letter
from
Napoleon
proposing
peace
and
falsely
dated
from
Moscow
,
though
Napoleon
was
already
not
far
from
Kutúzov
on
the
old
Kalúga
road
.
Kutúzov
replied
to
this
letter
as
he
had
done
to
the
one
formerly
brought
by
Lauriston
,
saying
that
there
could
be
no
question
of
peace
.
Soon
after
that
a
report
was
received
from
Dórokhov
's
guerrilla
detachment
operating
to
the
left
of
Tarútino
that
troops
of
Broussier
's
division
had
been
seen
at
Formínsk
and
that
being
separated
from
the
rest
of
the
French
army
they
might
easily
be
destroyed
.
The
soldiers
and
officers
again
demanded
action
.
Generals
on
the
staff
,
excited
by
the
memory
of
the
easy
victory
at
Tarútino
,
urged
Kutúzov
to
carry
out
Dórokhov
's
suggestion
.
Kutúzov
did
not
consider
any
offensive
necessary
.
The
result
was
a
compromise
which
was
inevitable
:
a
small
detachment
was
sent
to
Formínsk
to
attack
Broussier
.
By
a
strange
coincidence
,
this
task
,
which
turned
out
to
be
a
most
difficult
and
important
one
,
was
entrusted
to
Dokhtúrov
--
that
same
modest
little
Dokhtúrov
whom
no
one
had
described
to
us
as
drawing
up
plans
of
battles
,
dashing
about
in
front
of
regiments
,
showering
crosses
on
batteries
,
and
so
on
,
and
who
was
thought
to
be
and
was
spoken
of
as
undecided
and
undiscerning
--
but
whom
we
find
commanding
wherever
the
position
was
most
difficult
all
through
the
Russo-French
wars
from
Austerlitz
to
the
year
1813
.
At
Austerlitz
he
remained
last
at
the
Augezd
dam
,
rallying
the
regiments
,
saving
what
was
possible
when
all
were
flying
and
perishing
and
not
a
single
general
was
left
in
the
rear
guard
.
Ill
with
fever
he
went
to
Smolénsk
with
twenty
thousand
men
to
defend
the
town
against
Napoleon
's
whole
army
.
In
Smolénsk
,
at
the
Malákhov
Gate
,
he
had
hardly
dozed
off
in
a
paroxysm
of
fever
before
he
was
awakened
by
the
bombardment
of
the
town
--
and
Smolénsk
held
out
all
day
long
.
At
the
battle
of
Borodinó
,
when
Bagratión
was
killed
and
nine
tenths
of
the
men
of
our
left
flank
had
fallen
and
the
full
force
of
the
French
artillery
fire
was
directed
against
it
,
the
man
sent
there
was
this
same
irresolute
and
undiscerning
Dokhtúrov
--
Kutúzov
hastening
to
rectify
a
mistake
he
had
made
by
sending
someone
else
there
first
.
And
the
quiet
little
Dokhtúrov
rode
thither
,
and
Borodinó
became
the
greatest
glory
of
the
Russian
army
.
Many
heroes
have
been
described
to
us
in
verse
and
prose
,
but
of
Dokhtúrov
scarcely
a
word
has
been
said
.
