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For
some
seconds
they
gazed
with
frightened
eyes
at
one
another
's
unfamiliar
faces
and
both
were
perplexed
at
what
they
had
done
and
what
they
were
to
do
next
.
"
Am
I
taken
prisoner
or
have
I
taken
him
prisoner
?
"
each
was
thinking
.
But
the
French
officer
was
evidently
more
inclined
to
think
he
had
been
taken
prisoner
because
Pierre
's
strong
hand
,
impelled
by
instinctive
fear
,
squeezed
his
throat
ever
tighter
and
tighter
.
The
Frenchman
was
about
to
say
something
,
when
just
above
their
heads
,
terrible
and
low
,
a
cannon
ball
whistled
,
and
it
seemed
to
Pierre
that
the
French
officer
's
head
had
been
torn
off
,
so
swiftly
had
he
ducked
it
.
Pierre
too
bent
his
head
and
let
his
hands
fall
.
Without
further
thought
as
to
who
had
taken
whom
prisoner
,
the
Frenchman
ran
back
to
the
battery
and
Pierre
ran
down
the
slope
stumbling
over
the
dead
and
wounded
who
,
it
seemed
to
him
,
caught
at
his
feet
.
But
before
he
reached
the
foot
of
the
knoll
he
was
met
by
a
dense
crowd
of
Russian
soldiers
who
,
stumbling
,
tripping
up
,
and
shouting
,
ran
merrily
and
wildly
toward
the
battery
.
(
This
was
the
attack
for
which
Ermólov
claimed
the
credit
,
declaring
that
only
his
courage
and
good
luck
made
such
a
feat
possible
:
it
was
the
attack
in
which
he
was
said
to
have
thrown
some
St.
George
's
Crosses
he
had
in
his
pocket
into
the
battery
for
the
first
soldiers
to
take
who
got
there
.
)
The
French
who
had
occupied
the
battery
fled
,
and
our
troops
shouting
"
Hurrah
!
"
pursued
them
so
far
beyond
the
battery
that
it
was
difficult
to
call
them
back
.
The
prisoners
were
brought
down
from
the
battery
and
among
them
was
a
wounded
French
general
,
whom
the
officers
surrounded
.
Crowds
of
wounded
--
some
known
to
Pierre
and
some
unknown
--
Russians
and
French
,
with
faces
distorted
by
suffering
,
walked
,
crawled
,
and
were
carried
on
stretchers
from
the
battery
Pierre
again
went
up
onto
the
knoll
where
he
had
spent
over
an
hour
,
and
of
that
family
circle
which
had
received
him
as
a
member
he
did
not
find
a
single
one
.
There
were
many
dead
whom
he
did
not
know
,
but
some
he
recognized
.
The
young
officer
still
sat
in
the
same
way
,
bent
double
,
in
a
pool
of
blood
at
the
edge
of
the
earth
wall
.
The
red-faced
man
was
still
twitching
,
but
they
did
not
carry
him
away
.
Pierre
ran
down
the
slope
once
more
.
"
Now
they
will
stop
it
,
now
they
will
be
horrified
at
what
they
have
done
!
"
he
thought
,
aimlessly
going
toward
a
crowd
of
stretcher
bearers
moving
from
the
battlefield
.
But
behind
the
veil
of
smoke
the
sun
was
still
high
,
and
in
front
and
especially
to
the
left
,
near
Semënovsk
,
something
seemed
to
be
seething
in
the
smoke
,
and
the
roar
of
cannon
and
musketry
did
not
diminish
,
but
even
increased
to
desperation
like
a
man
who
,
straining
himself
,
shrieks
with
all
his
remaining
strength
.
The
chief
action
of
the
battle
of
Borodinó
was
fought
within
the
seven
thousand
feet
between
Borodinó
and
Bagratión
's
flèches
.
Beyond
that
space
there
was
,
on
the
one
side
,
a
demonstration
made
by
the
Russians
with
Uvárov
's
cavalry
at
midday
,
and
on
the
other
side
,
beyond
Utítsa
,
Poniatowski
's
collision
with
Túchkov
;
but
these
two
were
detached
and
feeble
actions
in
comparison
with
what
took
place
in
the
center
of
the
battlefield
.
On
the
field
between
Borodinó
and
the
flèches
,
beside
the
wood
,
the
chief
action
of
the
day
took
place
on
an
open
space
visible
from
both
sides
and
was
fought
in
the
simplest
and
most
artless
way
.
