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He
listened
and
heard
the
sound
of
approaching
horses
,
and
voices
speaking
French
.
He
opened
his
eyes
.
Above
him
again
was
the
same
lofty
sky
with
clouds
that
had
risen
and
were
floating
still
higher
,
and
between
them
gleamed
blue
infinity
.
He
did
not
turn
his
head
and
did
not
see
those
who
,
judging
by
the
sound
of
hoofs
and
voices
,
had
ridden
up
and
stopped
near
him
.
It
was
Napoleon
accompanied
by
two
aides-de-camp
.
Bonaparte
riding
over
the
battlefield
had
given
final
orders
to
strengthen
the
batteries
firing
at
the
Augesd
Dam
and
was
looking
at
the
killed
and
wounded
left
on
the
field
.
"
Fine
men
!
"
remarked
Napoleon
,
looking
at
a
dead
Russian
grenadier
,
who
,
with
his
face
buried
in
the
ground
and
a
blackened
nape
,
lay
on
his
stomach
with
an
already
stiffened
arm
flung
wide
.
"
The
ammunition
for
the
guns
in
position
is
exhausted
,
Your
Majesty
,
"
said
an
adjutant
who
had
come
from
the
batteries
that
were
firing
at
Augesd
.
"
Have
some
brought
from
the
reserve
,
"
said
Napoleon
,
and
having
gone
on
a
few
steps
he
stopped
before
Prince
Andrew
,
who
lay
on
his
back
with
the
flagstaff
that
had
been
dropped
beside
him
.
(
The
flag
had
already
been
taken
by
the
French
as
a
trophy
.
)
"
That
's
a
fine
death
!
"
said
Napoleon
as
he
gazed
at
Bolkónski
.
Prince
Andrew
understood
that
this
was
said
of
him
and
that
it
was
Napoleon
who
said
it
.
He
heard
the
speaker
addressed
as
Sire
.
But
he
heard
the
words
as
he
might
have
heard
the
buzzing
of
a
fly
.
Not
only
did
they
not
interest
him
,
but
he
took
no
notice
of
them
and
at
once
forgot
them
.
His
head
was
burning
,
he
felt
himself
bleeding
to
death
,
and
he
saw
above
him
the
remote
,
lofty
,
and
everlasting
sky
.
He
knew
it
was
Napoleon
--
his
hero
--
but
at
that
moment
Napoleon
seemed
to
him
such
a
small
,
insignificant
creature
compared
with
what
was
passing
now
between
himself
and
that
lofty
infinite
sky
with
the
clouds
flying
over
it
.
At
that
moment
it
meant
nothing
to
him
who
might
be
standing
over
him
,
or
what
was
said
of
him
;
he
was
only
glad
that
people
were
standing
near
him
and
only
wished
that
they
would
help
him
and
bring
him
back
to
life
,
which
seemed
to
him
so
beautiful
now
that
he
had
today
learned
to
understand
it
so
differently
.
He
collected
all
his
strength
,
to
stir
and
utter
a
sound
.
He
feebly
moved
his
leg
and
uttered
a
weak
,
sickly
groan
which
aroused
his
own
pity
.
"
Ah
!
He
is
alive
,
"
said
Napoleon
.
"
Lift
this
young
man
up
and
carry
him
to
the
dressing
station
.
"
Having
said
this
,
Napoleon
rode
on
to
meet
Marshal
Lannes
,
who
,
hat
in
hand
,
rode
up
smiling
to
the
Emperor
to
congratulate
him
on
the
victory
.
