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The
officer
,
without
answering
him
,
strode
across
to
the
opposite
side
.
"
Do
n't
fire
...
Wait
!
"
he
shouted
.
The
man
who
had
been
ordered
to
go
for
ammunition
stumbled
against
Pierre
.
"
Eh
,
sir
,
this
is
no
place
for
you
,
"
said
he
,
and
ran
down
the
slope
.
Pierre
ran
after
him
,
avoiding
the
spot
where
the
young
officer
was
sitting
.
One
cannon
ball
,
another
,
and
a
third
flew
over
him
,
falling
in
front
,
beside
,
and
behind
him
.
Pierre
ran
down
the
slope
.
"
Where
am
I
going
?
"
he
suddenly
asked
himself
when
he
was
already
near
the
green
ammunition
wagons
.
He
halted
irresolutely
,
not
knowing
whether
to
return
or
go
on
.
Suddenly
a
terrible
concussion
threw
him
backwards
to
the
ground
.
At
the
same
instant
he
was
dazzled
by
a
great
flash
of
flame
,
and
immediately
a
deafening
roar
,
crackling
,
and
whistling
made
his
ears
tingle
.
When
he
came
to
himself
he
was
sitting
on
the
ground
leaning
on
his
hands
;
the
ammunition
wagons
he
had
been
approaching
no
longer
existed
,
only
charred
green
boards
and
rags
littered
the
scorched
grass
,
and
a
horse
,
dangling
fragments
of
its
shaft
behind
it
,
galloped
past
,
while
another
horse
lay
,
like
Pierre
,
on
the
ground
,
uttering
prolonged
and
piercing
cries
.
Beside
himself
with
terror
Pierre
jumped
up
and
ran
back
to
the
battery
,
as
to
the
only
refuge
from
the
horrors
that
surrounded
him
.
On
entering
the
earthwork
he
noticed
that
there
were
men
doing
something
there
but
that
no
shots
were
being
fired
from
the
battery
.
He
had
no
time
to
realize
who
these
men
were
.
He
saw
the
senior
officer
lying
on
the
earth
wall
with
his
back
turned
as
if
he
were
examining
something
down
below
and
that
one
of
the
soldiers
he
had
noticed
before
was
struggling
forward
shouting
"
Brothers
!
"
and
trying
to
free
himself
from
some
men
who
were
holding
him
by
the
arm
.
He
also
saw
something
else
that
was
strange
.
But
he
had
not
time
to
realize
that
the
colonel
had
been
killed
,
that
the
soldier
shouting
"
Brothers
!
"
was
a
prisoner
,
and
that
another
man
had
been
bayoneted
in
the
back
before
his
eyes
,
for
hardly
had
he
run
into
the
redoubt
before
a
thin
,
sallow-faced
,
perspiring
man
in
a
blue
uniform
rushed
on
him
sword
in
hand
,
shouting
something
.
Instinctively
guarding
against
the
shock
--
for
they
had
been
running
together
at
full
speed
before
they
saw
one
another
--
Pierre
put
out
his
hands
and
seized
the
man
(
a
French
officer
)
by
the
shoulder
with
one
hand
and
by
the
throat
with
the
other
.
The
officer
,
dropping
his
sword
,
seized
Pierre
by
his
collar
.
