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At
first
Pierre
did
not
realize
what
these
men
,
who
were
dragging
something
out
,
were
about
;
but
seeing
before
him
a
Frenchman
hitting
a
peasant
with
a
blunt
saber
and
trying
to
take
from
him
a
fox-fur
coat
,
he
vaguely
understood
that
looting
was
going
on
there
,
but
he
had
no
time
to
dwell
on
that
idea
.
The
sounds
of
crackling
and
the
din
of
falling
walls
and
ceilings
,
the
whistle
and
hiss
of
the
flames
,
the
excited
shouts
of
the
people
,
and
the
sight
of
the
swaying
smoke
,
now
gathering
into
thick
black
clouds
and
now
soaring
up
with
glittering
sparks
,
with
here
and
there
dense
sheaves
of
flame
(
now
red
and
now
like
golden
fish
scales
creeping
along
the
walls
)
,
and
the
heat
and
smoke
and
rapidity
of
motion
,
produced
on
Pierre
the
usual
animating
effects
of
a
conflagration
.
It
had
a
peculiarly
strong
effect
on
him
because
at
the
sight
of
the
fire
he
felt
himself
suddenly
freed
from
the
ideas
that
had
weighed
him
down
.
He
felt
young
,
bright
,
adroit
,
and
resolute
.
He
ran
round
to
the
other
side
of
the
lodge
and
was
about
to
dash
into
that
part
of
it
which
was
still
standing
,
when
just
above
his
head
he
heard
several
voices
shouting
and
then
a
cracking
sound
and
the
ring
of
something
heavy
falling
close
beside
him
.
Pierre
looked
up
and
saw
at
a
window
of
the
large
house
some
Frenchmen
who
had
just
thrown
out
the
drawer
of
a
chest
,
filled
with
metal
articles
.
Other
French
soldiers
standing
below
went
up
to
the
drawer
.
"
What
does
this
fellow
want
?
"
shouted
one
of
them
referring
to
Pierre
.
"
There
's
a
child
in
that
house
.
Have
n't
you
seen
a
child
?
"
cried
Pierre
.
"
What
's
he
talking
about
?
Get
along
!
"
said
several
voices
,
and
one
of
the
soldiers
,
evidently
afraid
that
Pierre
might
want
to
take
from
them
some
of
the
plate
and
bronzes
that
were
in
the
drawer
,
moved
threateningly
toward
him
.
"
A
child
?
"
shouted
a
Frenchman
from
above
.
"
I
did
hear
something
squealing
in
the
garden
.
Perhaps
it
's
his
brat
that
the
fellow
is
looking
for
.
After
all
,
one
must
be
human
,
you
know
...
"
"
Where
is
it
?
Where
?
"
said
Pierre
.
"
There
!
There
!
"
shouted
the
Frenchman
at
the
window
,
pointing
to
the
garden
at
the
back
of
the
house
.
"
Wait
a
bit
--
I
'm
coming
down
.
"
And
a
minute
or
two
later
the
Frenchman
,
a
black-eyed
fellow
with
a
spot
on
his
cheek
,
in
shirt
sleeves
,
really
did
jump
out
of
a
window
on
the
ground
floor
,
and
clapping
Pierre
on
the
shoulder
ran
with
him
into
the
garden
.
