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Behind
,
before
,
and
on
both
sides
,
crowds
of
militiamen
with
bared
heads
walked
,
ran
,
and
bowed
to
the
ground
.
At
the
summit
of
the
hill
they
stopped
with
the
icon
;
the
men
who
had
been
holding
it
up
by
the
linen
bands
attached
to
it
were
relieved
by
others
,
the
chanters
relit
their
censers
,
and
service
began
.
The
hot
rays
of
the
sun
beat
down
vertically
and
a
fresh
soft
wind
played
with
the
hair
of
the
bared
heads
and
with
the
ribbons
decorating
the
icon
.
The
singing
did
not
sound
loud
under
the
open
sky
.
An
immense
crowd
of
bareheaded
officers
,
soldiers
,
and
militiamen
surrounded
the
icon
.
Behind
the
priest
and
a
chanter
stood
the
notabilities
on
a
spot
reserved
for
them
.
A
bald
general
with
a
St.
George
's
Cross
on
his
neck
stood
just
behind
the
priest
's
back
,
and
without
crossing
himself
(
he
was
evidently
a
German
)
patiently
awaited
the
end
of
the
service
,
which
he
considered
it
necessary
to
hear
to
the
end
,
probably
to
arouse
the
patriotism
of
the
Russian
people
.
Another
general
stood
in
a
martial
pose
,
crossing
himself
by
shaking
his
hand
in
front
of
his
chest
while
looking
about
him
.
Standing
among
the
crowd
of
peasants
,
Pierre
recognized
several
acquaintances
among
these
notables
,
but
did
not
look
at
them
--
his
whole
attention
was
absorbed
in
watching
the
serious
expression
on
the
faces
of
the
crowd
of
soldiers
and
militiamen
who
were
all
gazing
eagerly
at
the
icon
.
As
soon
as
the
tired
chanters
,
who
were
singing
the
service
for
the
twentieth
time
that
day
,
began
lazily
and
mechanically
to
sing
:
"
Save
from
calamity
Thy
servants
,
O
Mother
of
God
,
"
and
the
priest
and
deacon
chimed
in
:
"
For
to
Thee
under
God
we
all
flee
as
to
an
inviolable
bulwark
and
protection
,
"
there
again
kindled
in
all
those
faces
the
same
expression
of
consciousness
of
the
solemnity
of
the
impending
moment
that
Pierre
had
seen
on
the
faces
at
the
foot
of
the
hill
at
Mozháysk
and
momentarily
on
many
and
many
faces
he
had
met
that
morning
;
and
heads
were
bowed
more
frequently
and
hair
tossed
back
,
and
sighs
and
the
sound
men
made
as
they
crossed
themselves
were
heard
.
The
crowd
round
the
icon
suddenly
parted
and
pressed
against
Pierre
.
Someone
,
a
very
important
personage
judging
by
the
haste
with
which
way
was
made
for
him
,
was
approaching
the
icon
.
It
was
Kutúzov
,
who
had
been
riding
round
the
position
and
on
his
way
back
to
Tatárinova
had
stopped
where
the
service
was
being
held
.
Pierre
recognized
him
at
once
by
his
peculiar
figure
,
which
distinguished
him
from
everybody
else
.
With
a
long
overcoat
on
his
exceedingly
stout
,
round-shouldered
body
,
with
uncovered
white
head
and
puffy
face
showing
the
white
ball
of
the
eye
he
had
lost
,
Kutúzov
walked
with
plunging
,
swaying
gait
into
the
crowd
and
stopped
behind
the
priest
.
He
crossed
himself
with
an
accustomed
movement
,
bent
till
he
touched
the
ground
with
his
hand
,
and
bowed
his
white
head
with
a
deep
sigh
.
Behind
Kutúzov
was
Bennigsen
and
the
suite
Despite
the
presence
of
the
commander
in
chief
,
who
attracted
the
attention
of
all
the
superior
officers
,
the
militiamen
and
soldiers
continued
their
prayers
without
looking
at
him
.
When
the
service
was
over
,
Kutúzov
stepped
up
to
the
icon
,
sank
heavily
to
his
knees
,
bowed
to
the
ground
,
and
for
a
long
time
tried
vainly
to
rise
,
but
could
not
do
so
on
account
of
his
weakness
and
weight
.
His
white
head
twitched
with
the
effort
.
At
last
he
rose
,
kissed
the
icon
as
a
child
does
with
naïvely
pouting
lips
,
and
again
bowed
till
he
touched
the
ground
with
his
hand
.
The
other
generals
followed
his
example
,
then
the
officers
,
and
after
them
with
excited
faces
,
pressing
on
one
another
,
crowding
,
panting
,
and
pushing
,
scrambled
the
soldiers
and
militiamen
.
Staggering
amid
the
crush
,
Pierre
looked
about
him
.
"
Count
Peter
Kirílovich
!
How
did
you
get
here
?
"
said
a
voice
.
