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"
Hurry
up
,
you
others
!
"
he
called
out
to
his
comrades
.
"
It
's
getting
hot
.
"
When
they
reached
a
gravel
path
behind
the
house
the
Frenchman
pulled
Pierre
by
the
arm
and
pointed
to
a
round
,
graveled
space
where
a
three-year-old
girl
in
a
pink
dress
was
lying
under
a
seat
.
"
There
is
your
child
!
Oh
,
a
girl
,
so
much
the
better
!
"
said
the
Frenchman
.
"
Good-by
,
Fatty
.
We
must
be
human
,
we
are
all
mortal
you
know
!
"
and
the
Frenchman
with
the
spot
on
his
cheek
ran
back
to
his
comrades
.
Breathless
with
joy
,
Pierre
ran
to
the
little
girl
and
was
going
to
take
her
in
his
arms
.
But
seeing
a
stranger
the
sickly
,
scrofulous-looking
child
,
unattractively
like
her
mother
,
began
to
yell
and
run
away
.
Pierre
,
however
,
seized
her
and
lifted
her
in
his
arms
She
screamed
desperately
and
angrily
and
tried
with
her
little
hands
to
pull
Pierre
's
hands
away
and
to
bite
them
with
her
slobbering
mouth
.
Pierre
was
seized
by
a
sense
of
horror
and
repulsion
such
as
he
had
experienced
when
touching
some
nasty
little
animal
.
But
he
made
an
effort
not
to
throw
the
child
down
and
ran
with
her
to
the
large
house
.
It
was
now
,
however
,
impossible
to
get
back
the
way
he
had
come
;
the
maid
,
Aníska
,
was
no
longer
there
,
and
Pierre
with
a
feeling
of
pity
and
disgust
pressed
the
wet
,
painfully
sobbing
child
to
himself
as
tenderly
as
he
could
and
ran
with
her
through
the
garden
seeking
another
way
out
.
Having
run
through
different
yards
and
side
streets
,
Pierre
got
back
with
his
little
burden
to
the
Gruzínski
garden
at
the
corner
of
the
Povarskóy
.
He
did
not
at
first
recognize
the
place
from
which
he
had
set
out
to
look
for
the
child
,
so
crowded
was
it
now
with
people
and
goods
that
had
been
dragged
out
of
the
houses
.
Besides
Russian
families
who
had
taken
refuge
here
from
the
fire
with
their
belongings
,
there
were
several
French
soldiers
in
a
variety
of
clothing
.
Pierre
took
no
notice
of
them
.
He
hurried
to
find
the
family
of
that
civil
servant
in
order
to
restore
the
daughter
to
her
mother
and
go
to
save
someone
else
.
Pierre
felt
that
he
had
still
much
to
do
and
to
do
quickly
.
Glowing
with
the
heat
and
from
running
,
he
felt
at
that
moment
more
strongly
than
ever
the
sense
of
youth
,
animation
,
and
determination
that
had
come
on
him
when
he
ran
to
save
the
child
.
She
had
now
become
quiet
and
,
clinging
with
her
little
hands
to
Pierre
's
coat
,
sat
on
his
arm
gazing
about
her
like
some
little
wild
animal
.
He
glanced
at
her
occasionally
with
a
slight
smile
.
He
fancied
he
saw
something
pathetically
innocent
in
that
frightened
,
sickly
little
face
.
He
did
not
find
the
civil
servant
or
his
wife
where
he
had
left
them
.
He
walked
among
the
crowd
with
rapid
steps
,
scanning
the
various
faces
he
met
.
Involuntarily
he
noticed
a
Georgian
or
Armenian
family
consisting
of
a
very
handsome
old
man
of
Oriental
type
,
wearing
a
new
,
cloth-covered
,
sheepskin
coat
and
new
boots
,
an
old
woman
of
similar
type
,
and
a
young
woman
.
That
very
young
woman
seemed
to
Pierre
the
perfection
of
Oriental
beauty
,
with
her
sharply
outlined
,
arched
,
black
eyebrows
and
the
extraordinarily
soft
,
bright
color
of
her
long
,
beautiful
,
expressionless
face
.
Amid
the
scattered
property
and
the
crowd
on
the
open
space
,
she
,
in
her
rich
satin
cloak
with
a
bright
lilac
shawl
on
her
head
,
suggested
a
delicate
exotic
plant
thrown
out
onto
the
snow
.
She
was
sitting
on
some
bundles
a
little
behind
the
old
woman
,
and
looked
from
under
her
long
lashes
with
motionless
,
large
,
almond-shaped
eyes
at
the
ground
before
her
.
Evidently
she
was
aware
of
her
beauty
and
fearful
because
of
it
.
Her
face
struck
Pierre
and
,
hurrying
along
by
the
fence
,
he
turned
several
times
to
look
at
her
.
When
he
had
reached
the
fence
,
still
without
finding
those
he
sought
,
he
stopped
and
looked
about
him
.
With
the
child
in
his
arms
his
figure
was
now
more
conspicuous
than
before
,
and
a
group
of
Russians
,
both
men
and
women
,
gathered
about
him
.
"
Have
you
lost
anyone
,
my
dear
fellow
?
You
're
of
the
gentry
yourself
,
are
n't
you
?
Whose
child
is
it
?
"
they
asked
him
.
