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That
army
,
like
a
herd
of
cattle
run
wild
and
trampling
underfoot
the
provender
which
might
have
saved
it
from
starvation
,
disintegrated
and
perished
with
each
additional
day
it
remained
in
Moscow
.
But
it
did
not
go
away
.
It
began
to
run
away
only
when
suddenly
seized
by
a
panic
caused
by
the
capture
of
transport
trains
on
the
Smolénsk
road
,
and
by
the
battle
of
Tarútino
.
The
news
of
that
battle
of
Tarútino
,
unexpectedly
received
by
Napoleon
at
a
review
,
evoked
in
him
a
desire
to
punish
the
Russians
(
Thiers
says
)
,
and
he
issued
the
order
for
departure
which
the
whole
army
was
demanding
.
Fleeing
from
Moscow
the
soldiers
took
with
them
everything
they
had
stolen
.
Napoleon
,
too
,
carried
away
his
own
personal
trésor
,
but
on
seeing
the
baggage
trains
that
impeded
the
army
,
he
was
(
Thiers
says
)
horror-struck
And
yet
with
his
experience
of
war
he
did
not
order
all
the
superfluous
vehicles
to
be
burned
,
as
he
had
done
with
those
of
a
certain
marshal
when
approaching
Moscow
.
He
gazed
at
the
calèches
and
carriages
in
which
soldiers
were
riding
and
remarked
that
it
was
a
very
good
thing
,
as
those
vehicles
could
be
used
to
carry
provisions
,
the
sick
,
and
the
wounded
.
The
plight
of
the
whole
army
resembled
that
of
a
wounded
animal
which
feels
it
is
perishing
and
does
not
know
what
it
is
doing
.
To
study
the
skillful
tactics
and
aims
of
Napoleon
and
his
army
from
the
time
it
entered
Moscow
till
it
was
destroyed
is
like
studying
the
dying
leaps
and
shudders
of
a
mortally
wounded
animal
.
Very
often
a
wounded
animal
,
hearing
a
rustle
,
rushes
straight
at
the
hunter
's
gun
,
runs
forward
and
back
again
,
and
hastens
its
own
end
.
Napoleon
,
under
pressure
from
his
whole
army
,
did
the
same
thing
.
The
rustle
of
the
battle
of
Tarútino
frightened
the
beast
,
and
it
rushed
forward
onto
the
hunter
's
gun
,
reached
him
,
turned
back
,
and
finally
--
like
any
wild
beast
--
ran
back
along
the
most
disadvantageous
and
dangerous
path
,
where
the
old
scent
was
familiar
.
During
the
whole
of
that
period
Napoleon
,
who
seems
to
us
to
have
been
the
leader
of
all
these
movements
--
as
the
figurehead
of
a
ship
may
seem
to
a
savage
to
guide
the
vessel
--
acted
like
a
child
who
,
holding
a
couple
of
strings
inside
a
carriage
,
thinks
he
is
driving
it
.
Early
in
the
morning
of
the
sixth
of
October
Pierre
went
out
of
the
shed
,
and
on
returning
stopped
by
the
door
to
play
with
a
little
blue-gray
dog
,
with
a
long
body
and
short
bandy
legs
,
that
jumped
about
him
.
This
little
dog
lived
in
their
shed
,
sleeping
beside
Karatáev
at
night
;
it
sometimes
made
excursions
into
the
town
but
always
returned
again
.
Probably
it
had
never
had
an
owner
,
and
it
still
belonged
to
nobody
and
had
no
name
.
The
French
called
it
Azor
;
the
soldier
who
told
stories
called
it
Femgálka
;
Karatáev
and
others
called
it
Gray
,
or
sometimes
Flabby
.
Its
lack
of
a
master
,
a
name
,
or
even
of
a
breed
or
any
definite
color
did
not
seem
to
trouble
the
blue-gray
dog
in
the
least
.
Its
furry
tail
stood
up
firm
and
round
as
a
plume
,
its
bandy
legs
served
it
so
well
that
it
would
often
gracefully
lift
a
hind
leg
and
run
very
easily
and
quickly
on
three
legs
,
as
if
disdaining
to
use
all
four
.
Everything
pleased
it
.
Now
it
would
roll
on
its
back
,
yelping
with
delight
,
now
bask
in
the
sun
with
a
thoughtful
air
of
importance
,
and
now
frolic
about
playing
with
a
chip
of
wood
or
a
straw
.
Pierre
's
attire
by
now
consisted
of
a
dirty
torn
shirt
(
the
only
remnant
of
his
former
clothing
)
,
a
pair
of
soldier
's
trousers
which
by
Karatáev
's
advice
he
tied
with
string
round
the
ankles
for
warmth
,
and
a
peasant
coat
and
cap
.
Physically
he
had
changed
much
during
this
time
.
He
no
longer
seemed
stout
,
though
he
still
had
the
appearance
of
solidity
and
strength
hereditary
in
his
family
.
A
beard
and
mustache
covered
the
lower
part
of
his
face
,
and
a
tangle
of
hair
,
infested
with
lice
,
curled
round
his
head
like
a
cap
.
The
look
of
his
eyes
was
resolute
,
calm
,
and
animatedly
alert
,
as
never
before
.
The
former
slackness
which
had
shown
itself
even
in
his
eyes
was
now
replaced
by
an
energetic
readiness
for
action
and
resistance
.
His
feet
were
bare
.
Pierre
first
looked
down
the
field
across
which
vehicles
and
horsemen
were
passing
that
morning
,
then
into
the
distance
across
the
river
,
then
at
the
dog
who
was
pretending
to
be
in
earnest
about
biting
him
,
and
then
at
his
bare
feet
which
he
placed
with
pleasure
in
various
positions
,
moving
his
dirty
thick
big
toes
.
Every
time
he
looked
at
his
bare
feet
a
smile
of
animated
self-satisfaction
flitted
across
his
face
.
The
sight
of
them
reminded
him
of
all
he
had
experienced
and
learned
during
these
weeks
and
this
recollection
was
pleasant
to
him
.
