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Twelve
sharpshooters
with
muskets
stepped
out
of
the
ranks
with
a
firm
regular
tread
and
halted
eight
paces
from
the
post
.
Pierre
turned
away
to
avoid
seeing
what
was
going
to
happen
.
Suddenly
a
crackling
,
rolling
noise
was
heard
which
seemed
to
him
louder
than
the
most
terrific
thunder
,
and
he
looked
round
.
There
was
some
smoke
,
and
the
Frenchmen
were
doing
something
near
the
pit
,
with
pale
faces
and
trembling
hands
.
Two
more
prisoners
were
led
up
.
In
the
same
way
and
with
similar
looks
,
these
two
glanced
vainly
at
the
onlookers
with
only
a
silent
appeal
for
protection
in
their
eyes
,
evidently
unable
to
understand
or
believe
what
was
going
to
happen
to
them
.
They
could
not
believe
it
because
they
alone
knew
what
their
life
meant
to
them
,
and
so
they
neither
understood
nor
believed
that
it
could
be
taken
from
them
.
Again
Pierre
did
not
wish
to
look
and
again
turned
away
;
but
again
the
sound
as
of
a
frightful
explosion
struck
his
ear
,
and
at
the
same
moment
he
saw
smoke
,
blood
,
and
the
pale
,
scared
faces
of
the
Frenchmen
who
were
again
doing
something
by
the
post
,
their
trembling
hands
impeding
one
another
.
Pierre
,
breathing
heavily
,
looked
around
as
if
asking
what
it
meant
.
The
same
question
was
expressed
in
all
the
looks
that
met
his
.
On
the
faces
of
all
the
Russians
and
of
the
French
soldiers
and
officers
without
exception
,
he
read
the
same
dismay
,
horror
,
and
conflict
that
were
in
his
own
heart
.
"
But
who
,
after
all
,
is
doing
this
?
They
are
all
suffering
as
I
am
.
Who
then
is
it
?
Who
?
"
flashed
for
an
instant
through
his
mind
.
"
Sharpshooters
of
the
86th
,
forward
!
"
shouted
someone
.
The
fifth
prisoner
,
the
one
next
to
Pierre
,
was
led
away
--
alone
.
Pierre
did
not
understand
that
he
was
saved
,
that
he
and
the
rest
had
been
brought
there
only
to
witness
the
execution
.
With
ever-growing
horror
,
and
no
sense
of
joy
or
relief
,
he
gazed
at
what
was
taking
place
.
The
fifth
man
was
the
factory
lad
in
the
loose
cloak
.
The
moment
they
laid
hands
on
him
he
sprang
aside
in
terror
and
clutched
at
Pierre
.
(
Pierre
shuddered
and
shook
himself
free
.
)
The
lad
was
unable
to
walk
.
They
dragged
him
along
,
holding
him
up
under
the
arms
,
and
he
screamed
.
When
they
got
him
to
the
post
he
grew
quiet
,
as
if
he
suddenly
understood
something
.
Whether
he
understood
that
screaming
was
useless
or
whether
he
thought
it
incredible
that
men
should
kill
him
,
at
any
rate
he
took
his
stand
at
the
post
,
waiting
to
be
blindfolded
like
the
others
,
and
like
a
wounded
animal
looked
around
him
with
glittering
eyes
.
Pierre
was
no
longer
able
to
turn
away
and
close
his
eyes
.
His
curiosity
and
agitation
,
like
that
of
the
whole
crowd
,
reached
the
highest
pitch
at
this
fifth
murder
.
Like
the
others
this
fifth
man
seemed
calm
;
he
wrapped
his
loose
cloak
closer
and
rubbed
one
bare
foot
with
the
other
.
When
they
began
to
blindfold
him
he
himself
adjusted
the
knot
which
hurt
the
back
of
his
head
;
then
when
they
propped
him
against
the
bloodstained
post
,
he
leaned
back
and
,
not
being
comfortable
in
that
position
,
straightened
himself
,
adjusted
his
feet
,
and
leaned
back
again
more
comfortably
.
Pierre
did
not
take
his
eyes
from
him
and
did
not
miss
his
slightest
movement
.
Probably
a
word
of
command
was
given
and
was
followed
by
the
reports
of
eight
muskets
;
but
try
as
he
would
Pierre
could
not
afterwards
remember
having
heard
the
slightest
sound
of
the
shots
.
He
only
saw
how
the
workman
suddenly
sank
down
on
the
cords
that
held
him
,
how
blood
showed
itself
in
two
places
,
how
the
ropes
slackened
under
the
weight
of
the
hanging
body
,
and
how
the
workman
sat
down
,
his
head
hanging
unnaturally
and
one
leg
bent
under
him
.
Pierre
ran
up
to
the
post
.
No
one
hindered
him
.
Pale
,
frightened
people
were
doing
something
around
the
workman
.
The
lower
jaw
of
an
old
Frenchman
with
a
thick
mustache
trembled
as
he
untied
the
ropes
.
The
body
collapsed
.
The
soldiers
dragged
it
awkwardly
from
the
post
and
began
pushing
it
into
the
pit
.
