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Just
as
Pierre
reached
the
door
,
the
corporal
who
had
offered
him
a
pipe
the
day
before
came
up
to
it
with
two
soldiers
.
The
corporal
and
soldiers
were
in
marching
kit
with
knapsacks
and
shakos
that
had
metal
straps
,
and
these
changed
their
familiar
faces
.
The
corporal
came
,
according
to
orders
,
to
shut
the
door
.
The
prisoners
had
to
be
counted
before
being
let
out
.
"
Corporal
,
what
will
they
do
with
the
sick
man
?
...
"
Pierre
began
.
But
even
as
he
spoke
he
began
to
doubt
whether
this
was
the
corporal
he
knew
or
a
stranger
,
so
unlike
himself
did
the
corporal
seem
at
that
moment
.
Moreover
,
just
as
Pierre
was
speaking
a
sharp
rattle
of
drums
was
suddenly
heard
from
both
sides
.
The
corporal
frowned
at
Pierre
's
words
and
,
uttering
some
meaningless
oaths
,
slammed
the
door
.
The
shed
became
semidark
,
and
the
sharp
rattle
of
the
drums
on
two
sides
drowned
the
sick
man
's
groans
.
"
There
it
is
!
...
It
again
!
...
"
said
Pierre
to
himself
,
and
an
involuntary
shudder
ran
down
his
spine
.
In
the
corporal
's
changed
face
,
in
the
sound
of
his
voice
,
in
the
stirring
and
deafening
noise
of
the
drums
,
he
recognized
that
mysterious
,
callous
force
which
compelled
people
against
their
will
to
kill
their
fellow
men
--
that
force
the
effect
of
which
he
had
witnessed
during
the
executions
.
To
fear
or
to
try
to
escape
that
force
,
to
address
entreaties
or
exhortations
to
those
who
served
as
its
tools
,
was
useless
.
Pierre
knew
this
now
.
One
had
to
wait
and
endure
.
He
did
not
again
go
to
the
sick
man
,
nor
turn
to
look
at
him
,
but
stood
frowning
by
the
door
of
the
hut
.
When
that
door
was
opened
and
the
prisoners
,
crowding
against
one
another
like
a
flock
of
sheep
,
squeezed
into
the
exit
,
Pierre
pushed
his
way
forward
and
approached
that
very
captain
who
as
the
corporal
had
assured
him
was
ready
to
do
anything
for
him
.
The
captain
was
also
in
marching
kit
,
and
on
his
cold
face
appeared
that
same
it
which
Pierre
had
recognized
in
the
corporal
's
words
and
in
the
roll
of
the
drums
.
"
Pass
on
,
pass
on
!
"
the
captain
reiterated
,
frowning
sternly
,
and
looking
at
the
prisoners
who
thronged
past
him
.
Pierre
went
up
to
him
,
though
he
knew
his
attempt
would
be
vain
.
"
What
now
?
"
the
officer
asked
with
a
cold
look
as
if
not
recognizing
Pierre
.
