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Pierre
,
accompanied
by
the
maid
,
was
advancing
to
the
spot
where
the
general
stood
,
but
the
French
soldiers
stopped
him
.
"
On
ne
passe
pas
!
"
*
cried
a
voice
.
*
"
You
ca
n't
pass
!
"
"
This
way
,
uncle
,
"
cried
the
girl
.
"
We
'll
pass
through
the
side
street
,
by
the
Nikúlins
'
!
"
Pierre
turned
back
,
giving
a
spring
now
and
then
to
keep
up
with
her
.
She
ran
across
the
street
,
turned
down
a
side
street
to
the
left
,
and
,
passing
three
houses
,
turned
into
a
yard
on
the
right
.
"
It
's
here
,
close
by
,
"
said
she
and
,
running
across
the
yard
,
opened
a
gate
in
a
wooden
fence
and
,
stopping
,
pointed
out
to
him
a
small
wooden
wing
of
the
house
,
which
was
burning
brightly
and
fiercely
.
One
of
its
sides
had
fallen
in
,
another
was
on
fire
,
and
bright
flames
issued
from
the
openings
of
the
windows
and
from
under
the
roof
.
As
Pierre
passed
through
the
fence
gate
,
he
was
enveloped
by
hot
air
and
involuntarily
stopped
.
"
Which
is
it
?
Which
is
your
house
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Ooh
!
"
wailed
the
girl
,
pointing
to
the
wing
.
"
That
's
it
,
that
was
our
lodging
.
You
've
burned
to
death
,
our
treasure
,
Katie
,
my
precious
little
missy
!
Ooh
!
"
lamented
Aníska
,
who
at
the
sight
of
the
fire
felt
that
she
too
must
give
expression
to
her
feelings
.
Pierre
rushed
to
the
wing
,
but
the
heat
was
so
great
that
he
involuntarily
passed
round
in
a
curve
and
came
upon
the
large
house
that
was
as
yet
burning
only
at
one
end
,
just
below
the
roof
,
and
around
which
swarmed
a
crowd
of
Frenchmen
.
