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But
he
did
not
look
at
them
:
he
looked
only
at
what
was
going
on
in
front
of
him
--
at
the
battery
.
He
now
saw
clearly
the
figure
of
a
red-haired
gunner
with
his
shako
knocked
awry
,
pulling
one
end
of
a
mop
while
a
French
soldier
tugged
at
the
other
.
He
could
distinctly
see
the
distraught
yet
angry
expression
on
the
faces
of
these
two
men
,
who
evidently
did
not
realize
what
they
were
doing
.
"
What
are
they
about
?
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
as
he
gazed
at
them
.
"
Why
does
n't
the
red-haired
gunner
run
away
as
he
is
unarmed
?
Why
does
n't
the
Frenchman
stab
him
?
He
will
not
get
away
before
the
Frenchman
remembers
his
bayonet
and
stabs
him
...
"
And
really
another
French
soldier
,
trailing
his
musket
,
ran
up
to
the
struggling
men
,
and
the
fate
of
the
red-haired
gunner
,
who
had
triumphantly
secured
the
mop
and
still
did
not
realize
what
awaited
him
,
was
about
to
be
decided
.
But
Prince
Andrew
did
not
see
how
it
ended
.
It
seemed
to
him
as
though
one
of
the
soldiers
near
him
hit
him
on
the
head
with
the
full
swing
of
a
bludgeon
.
It
hurt
a
little
,
but
the
worst
of
it
was
that
the
pain
distracted
him
and
prevented
his
seeing
what
he
had
been
looking
at
.
"
What
's
this
?
Am
I
falling
?
My
legs
are
giving
way
,
"
thought
he
,
and
fell
on
his
back
.
He
opened
his
eyes
,
hoping
to
see
how
the
struggle
of
the
Frenchmen
with
the
gunners
ended
,
whether
the
red-haired
gunner
had
been
killed
or
not
and
whether
the
cannon
had
been
captured
or
saved
.
But
he
saw
nothing
.
Above
him
there
was
now
nothing
but
the
sky
--
the
lofty
sky
,
not
clear
yet
still
immeasurably
lofty
,
with
gray
clouds
gliding
slowly
across
it
"
How
quiet
,
peaceful
,
and
solemn
;
not
at
all
as
I
ran
,
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
--
"
not
as
we
ran
,
shouting
and
fighting
,
not
at
all
as
the
gunner
and
the
Frenchman
with
frightened
and
angry
faces
struggled
for
the
mop
:
how
differently
do
those
clouds
glide
across
that
lofty
infinite
sky
!
How
was
it
I
did
not
see
that
lofty
sky
before
?
And
how
happy
I
am
to
have
found
it
at
last
!
Yes
!
All
is
vanity
,
all
falsehood
,
except
that
infinite
sky
.
There
is
nothing
,
nothing
,
but
that
.
But
even
it
does
not
exist
,
there
is
nothing
but
quiet
and
peace
.
Thank
God
!
...
"
On
our
right
flank
commanded
by
Bagratión
,
at
nine
o'clock
the
battle
had
not
yet
begun
.
Not
wishing
to
agree
to
Dolgorúkov
's
demand
to
commence
the
action
,
and
wishing
to
avert
responsibility
from
himself
,
Prince
Bagratión
proposed
to
Dolgorúkov
to
send
to
inquire
of
the
commander
in
chief
.
Bagratión
knew
that
as
the
distance
between
the
two
flanks
was
more
than
six
miles
,
even
if
the
messenger
were
not
killed
(
which
he
very
likely
would
be
)
,
and
found
the
commander
in
chief
(
which
would
be
very
difficult
)
,
he
would
not
be
able
to
get
back
before
evening
.
Bagratión
cast
his
large
,
expressionless
,
sleepy
eyes
round
his
suite
,
and
the
boyish
face
of
Rostóv
,
breathless
with
excitement
and
hope
,
was
the
first
to
catch
his
eye
.
He
sent
him
.
"
And
if
I
should
meet
His
Majesty
before
I
meet
the
commander
in
chief
,
your
excellency
?
"
said
Rostóv
,
with
his
hand
to
his
cap
.
"
You
can
give
the
message
to
His
Majesty
,
"
said
Dolgorúkov
,
hurriedly
interrupting
Bagratión
.
On
being
relieved
from
picket
duty
Rostóv
had
managed
to
get
a
few
hours
'
sleep
before
morning
and
felt
cheerful
,
bold
,
and
resolute
,
with
elasticity
of
movement
,
faith
in
his
good
fortune
,
and
generally
in
that
state
of
mind
which
makes
everything
seem
possible
,
pleasant
,
and
easy
.
