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Toward
the
end
of
the
battle
of
Borodinó
,
Pierre
,
having
run
down
from
Raévski
's
battery
a
second
time
,
made
his
way
through
a
gully
to
Knyazkóvo
with
a
crowd
of
soldiers
,
reached
the
dressing
station
,
and
seeing
blood
and
hearing
cries
and
groans
hurried
on
,
still
entangled
in
the
crowds
of
soldiers
.
The
one
thing
he
now
desired
with
his
whole
soul
was
to
get
away
quickly
from
the
terrible
sensations
amid
which
he
had
lived
that
day
and
return
to
ordinary
conditions
of
life
and
sleep
quietly
in
a
room
in
his
own
bed
.
He
felt
that
only
in
the
ordinary
conditions
of
life
would
he
be
able
to
understand
himself
and
all
he
had
seen
and
felt
.
But
such
ordinary
conditions
of
life
were
nowhere
to
be
found
.
Though
shells
and
bullets
did
not
whistle
over
the
road
along
which
he
was
going
,
still
on
all
sides
there
was
what
there
had
been
on
the
field
of
battle
.
There
were
still
the
same
suffering
,
exhausted
,
and
sometimes
strangely
indifferent
faces
,
the
same
blood
,
the
same
soldiers
'
overcoats
,
the
same
sounds
of
firing
which
,
though
distant
now
,
still
aroused
terror
,
and
besides
this
there
were
the
foul
air
and
the
dust
.
Having
gone
a
couple
of
miles
along
the
Mozháysk
road
,
Pierre
sat
down
by
the
roadside
.
Dusk
had
fallen
,
and
the
roar
of
guns
died
away
.
Pierre
lay
leaning
on
his
elbow
for
a
long
time
,
gazing
at
the
shadows
that
moved
past
him
in
the
darkness
.
He
was
continually
imagining
that
a
cannon
ball
was
flying
toward
him
with
a
terrific
whizz
,
and
then
he
shuddered
and
sat
up
.
He
had
no
idea
how
long
he
had
been
there
.
In
the
middle
of
the
night
three
soldiers
,
having
brought
some
firewood
,
settled
down
near
him
and
began
lighting
a
fire
.
The
soldiers
,
who
threw
sidelong
glances
at
Pierre
,
got
the
fire
to
burn
and
placed
an
iron
pot
on
it
into
which
they
broke
some
dried
bread
and
put
a
little
dripping
.
The
pleasant
odor
of
greasy
viands
mingled
with
the
smell
of
smoke
.
Pierre
sat
up
and
sighed
.
The
three
soldiers
were
eating
and
talking
among
themselves
,
taking
no
notice
of
him
.
"
And
who
may
you
be
?
"
one
of
them
suddenly
asked
Pierre
,
evidently
meaning
what
Pierre
himself
had
in
mind
,
namely
:
"
If
you
want
to
eat
we
'll
give
you
some
food
,
only
let
us
know
whether
you
are
an
honest
man
.
"
"
I
,
I.
.
.
"
said
Pierre
,
feeling
it
necessary
to
minimize
his
social
position
as
much
as
possible
so
as
to
be
nearer
to
the
soldiers
and
better
understood
by
them
.
"
By
rights
I
am
a
militia
officer
,
but
my
men
are
not
here
.
I
came
to
the
battle
and
have
lost
them
.
"
"
There
now
!
"
said
one
of
the
soldiers
.
