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"
Russia
is
done
for
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Alpátych
,
I
'll
set
the
place
on
fire
myself
.
We
're
done
for
!
...
"
and
Ferapóntov
ran
into
the
yard
.
Soldiers
were
passing
in
a
constant
stream
along
the
street
blocking
it
completely
,
so
that
Alpátych
could
not
pass
out
and
had
to
wait
.
Ferapóntov
's
wife
and
children
were
also
sitting
in
a
cart
waiting
till
it
was
possible
to
drive
out
.
Night
had
come
.
There
were
stars
in
the
sky
and
the
new
moon
shone
out
amid
the
smoke
that
screened
it
.
On
the
sloping
descent
to
the
Dnieper
Alpátych
's
cart
and
that
of
the
innkeeper
's
wife
,
which
were
slowly
moving
amid
the
rows
of
soldiers
and
of
other
vehicles
,
had
to
stop
.
In
a
side
street
near
the
crossroads
where
the
vehicles
had
stopped
,
a
house
and
some
shops
were
on
fire
.
This
fire
was
already
burning
itself
out
.
The
flames
now
died
down
and
were
lost
in
the
black
smoke
,
now
suddenly
flared
up
again
brightly
,
lighting
up
with
strange
distinctness
the
faces
of
the
people
crowding
at
the
crossroads
.
Black
figures
flitted
about
before
the
fire
,
and
through
the
incessant
crackling
of
the
flames
talking
and
shouting
could
be
heard
.
Seeing
that
his
trap
would
not
be
able
to
move
on
for
some
time
,
Alpátych
got
down
and
turned
into
the
side
street
to
look
at
the
fire
.
Soldiers
were
continually
rushing
backwards
and
forwards
near
it
,
and
he
saw
two
of
them
and
a
man
in
a
frieze
coat
dragging
burning
beams
into
another
yard
across
the
street
,
while
others
carried
bundles
of
hay
.
Alpátych
went
up
to
a
large
crowd
standing
before
a
high
barn
which
was
blazing
briskly
.
The
walls
were
all
on
fire
and
the
back
wall
had
fallen
in
,
the
wooden
roof
was
collapsing
,
and
the
rafters
were
alight
.
The
crowd
was
evidently
watching
for
the
roof
to
fall
in
,
and
Alpátych
watched
for
it
too
.
"
Alpátych
!
"
a
familiar
voice
suddenly
hailed
the
old
man
.
"
Mercy
on
us
!
Your
excellency
!
"
answered
Alpátych
,
immediately
recognizing
the
voice
of
his
young
prince
.
Prince
Andrew
in
his
riding
cloak
,
mounted
on
a
black
horse
,
was
looking
at
Alpátych
from
the
back
of
the
crowd
.
"
Why
are
you
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Your
...
