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While
the
troops
,
dividing
into
two
parts
when
passing
around
the
Krémlin
,
were
thronging
the
Moskvá
and
the
Stone
bridges
,
a
great
many
soldiers
,
taking
advantage
of
the
stoppage
and
congestion
,
turned
back
from
the
bridges
and
slipped
stealthily
and
silently
past
the
church
of
Vasíli
the
Beatified
and
under
the
Borovítski
gate
,
back
up
the
hill
to
the
Red
Square
where
some
instinct
told
them
they
could
easily
take
things
not
belonging
to
them
.
Crowds
of
the
kind
seen
at
cheap
sales
filled
all
the
passages
and
alleys
of
the
Bazaar
.
But
there
were
no
dealers
with
voices
of
ingratiating
affability
inviting
customers
to
enter
;
there
were
no
hawkers
,
nor
the
usual
motley
crowd
of
female
purchasers
--
but
only
soldiers
,
in
uniforms
and
overcoats
though
without
muskets
,
entering
the
Bazaar
empty-handed
and
silently
making
their
way
out
through
its
passages
with
bundles
.
Tradesmen
and
their
assistants
(
of
whom
there
were
but
few
)
moved
about
among
the
soldiers
quite
bewildered
.
They
unlocked
their
shops
and
locked
them
up
again
,
and
themselves
carried
goods
away
with
the
help
of
their
assistants
.
On
the
square
in
front
of
the
Bazaar
were
drummers
beating
the
muster
call
.
But
the
roll
of
the
drums
did
not
make
the
looting
soldiers
run
in
the
direction
of
the
drum
as
formerly
,
but
made
them
,
on
the
contrary
,
run
farther
away
.
Among
the
soldiers
in
the
shops
and
passages
some
men
were
to
be
seen
in
gray
coats
,
with
closely
shaven
heads
.
Two
officers
,
one
with
a
scarf
over
his
uniform
and
mounted
on
a
lean
,
dark-gray
horse
,
the
other
in
an
overcoat
and
on
foot
,
stood
at
the
corner
of
Ilyínka
Street
,
talking
.
A
third
officer
galloped
up
to
them
.
"
The
general
orders
them
all
to
be
driven
out
at
once
,
without
fail
.
This
is
outrageous
!
Half
the
men
have
dispersed
.
"
"
Where
are
you
off
to
?
...
Where
?
...
"
he
shouted
to
three
infantrymen
without
muskets
who
,
holding
up
the
skirts
of
their
overcoats
,
were
slipping
past
him
into
the
Bazaar
passage
.
"
Stop
,
you
rascals
!
"
"
But
how
are
you
going
to
stop
them
?
"
replied
another
officer
.
"
There
is
no
getting
them
together
.
The
army
should
push
on
before
the
rest
bolt
,
that
's
all
!
"
"
How
can
one
push
on
?
They
are
stuck
there
,
wedged
on
the
bridge
,
and
do
n't
move
.
Should
n't
we
put
a
cordon
round
to
prevent
the
rest
from
running
away
?
"
"
Come
,
go
in
there
and
drive
them
out
!
"
shouted
the
senior
officer
.
The
officer
in
the
scarf
dismounted
,
called
up
a
drummer
,
and
went
with
him
into
the
arcade
.
Some
soldiers
started
running
away
in
a
group
.
A
shopkeeper
with
red
pimples
on
his
cheeks
near
the
nose
,
and
a
calm
,
persistent
,
calculating
expression
on
his
plump
face
,
hurriedly
and
ostentatiously
approached
the
officer
,
swinging
his
arms
.
"
Your
honor
!
"
said
he
.
"
Be
so
good
as
to
protect
us
!
We
wo
n't
grudge
trifles
,
you
are
welcome
to
anything
--
we
shall
be
delighted
!
Pray
!
...
I
'll
fetch
a
piece
of
cloth
at
once
for
such
an
honorable
gentleman
,
or
even
two
pieces
with
pleasure
.
For
we
feel
how
it
is
;
but
what
's
all
this
--
sheer
robbery
!
If
you
please
,
could
not
guards
be
placed
if
only
to
let
us
close
the
shop
...
"
