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He
mounted
and
rode
toward
Semënovsk
Amid
the
powder
smoke
,
slowly
dispersing
over
the
whole
space
through
which
Napoleon
rode
,
horses
and
men
were
lying
in
pools
of
blood
,
singly
or
in
heaps
.
Neither
Napoleon
nor
any
of
his
generals
had
ever
before
seen
such
horrors
or
so
many
slain
in
such
a
small
area
.
The
roar
of
guns
,
that
had
not
ceased
for
ten
hours
,
wearied
the
ear
and
gave
a
peculiar
significance
to
the
spectacle
,
as
music
does
to
tableaux
vivants
.
Napoleon
rode
up
the
high
ground
at
Semënovsk
,
and
through
the
smoke
saw
ranks
of
men
in
uniforms
of
a
color
unfamiliar
to
him
.
They
were
Russians
.
The
Russians
stood
in
serried
ranks
behind
Semënovsk
village
and
its
knoll
,
and
their
guns
boomed
incessantly
along
their
line
and
sent
forth
clouds
of
smoke
.
It
was
no
longer
a
battle
:
it
was
a
continuous
slaughter
which
could
be
of
no
avail
either
to
the
French
or
the
Russians
.
Napoleon
stopped
his
horse
and
again
fell
into
the
reverie
from
which
Berthier
had
aroused
him
.
He
could
not
stop
what
was
going
on
before
him
and
around
him
and
was
supposed
to
be
directed
by
him
and
to
depend
on
him
,
and
from
its
lack
of
success
this
affair
,
for
the
first
time
,
seemed
to
him
unnecessary
and
horrible
.
One
of
the
generals
rode
up
to
Napoleon
and
ventured
to
offer
to
lead
the
Old
Guard
into
action
.
Ney
and
Berthier
,
standing
near
Napoleon
,
exchanged
looks
and
smiled
contemptuously
at
this
general
's
senseless
offer
.
Napoleon
bowed
his
head
and
remained
silent
a
long
time
.
"
At
eight
hundred
leagues
from
France
,
I
will
not
have
my
Guard
destroyed
!
"
he
said
,
and
turning
his
horse
rode
back
to
Shevárdino
.
On
the
rug-covered
bench
where
Pierre
had
seen
him
in
the
morning
sat
Kutúzov
,
his
gray
head
hanging
,
his
heavy
body
relaxed
.
He
gave
no
orders
,
but
only
assented
to
or
dissented
from
what
others
suggested
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
do
that
,
"
he
replied
to
various
proposals
.
"
Yes
,
yes
:
go
,
dear
boy
,
and
have
a
look
,
"
he
would
say
to
one
or
another
of
those
about
him
;
or
,
"
No
,
do
n't
,
we
'd
better
wait
!
"
He
listened
to
the
reports
that
were
brought
him
and
gave
directions
when
his
subordinates
demanded
that
of
him
;
but
when
listening
to
the
reports
it
seemed
as
if
he
were
not
interested
in
the
import
of
the
words
spoken
,
but
rather
in
something
else
--
in
the
expression
of
face
and
tone
of
voice
of
those
who
were
reporting
.
By
long
years
of
military
experience
he
knew
,
and
with
the
wisdom
of
age
understood
,
that
it
is
impossible
for
one
man
to
direct
hundreds
of
thousands
of
others
struggling
with
death
,
and
he
knew
that
the
result
of
a
battle
is
decided
not
by
the
orders
of
a
commander
in
chief
,
nor
the
place
where
the
troops
are
stationed
,
nor
by
the
number
of
cannon
or
of
slaughtered
men
,
but
by
that
intangible
force
called
the
spirit
of
the
army
,
and
he
watched
this
force
and
guided
it
in
as
far
as
that
was
in
his
power
.
Kutúzov
's
general
expression
was
one
of
concentrated
quiet
attention
,
and
his
face
wore
a
strained
look
as
if
he
found
it
difficult
to
master
the
fatigue
of
his
old
and
feeble
body
.
At
eleven
o'clock
they
brought
him
news
that
the
flèches
captured
by
the
French
had
been
retaken
,
but
that
Prince
Bagratión
was
wounded
.
Kutúzov
groaned
and
swayed
his
head
.
