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The
rain
had
stopped
,
and
only
the
mist
was
falling
and
drops
from
the
trees
.
Denísov
,
the
esaul
,
and
Pétya
rode
silently
,
following
the
peasant
in
the
knitted
cap
who
,
stepping
lightly
with
outturned
toes
and
moving
noiselessly
in
his
bast
shoes
over
the
roots
and
wet
leaves
,
silently
led
them
to
the
edge
of
the
forest
.
He
ascended
an
incline
,
stopped
,
looked
about
him
,
and
advanced
to
where
the
screen
of
trees
was
less
dense
.
On
reaching
a
large
oak
tree
that
had
not
yet
shed
its
leaves
,
he
stopped
and
beckoned
mysteriously
to
them
with
his
hand
.
Denísov
and
Pétya
rode
up
to
him
.
From
the
spot
where
the
peasant
was
standing
they
could
see
the
French
.
Immediately
beyond
the
forest
,
on
a
downward
slope
,
lay
a
field
of
spring
rye
.
To
the
right
,
beyond
a
steep
ravine
,
was
a
small
village
and
a
landowner
's
house
with
a
broken
roof
.
In
the
village
,
in
the
house
,
in
the
garden
,
by
the
well
,
by
the
pond
,
over
all
the
rising
ground
,
and
all
along
the
road
uphill
from
the
bridge
leading
to
the
village
,
not
more
than
five
hundred
yards
away
,
crowds
of
men
could
be
seen
through
the
shimmering
mist
.
Their
un-Russian
shouting
at
their
horses
which
were
straining
uphill
with
the
carts
,
and
their
calls
to
one
another
,
could
be
clearly
heard
.
"
Bwing
the
prisoner
here
,
"
said
Denísov
in
a
low
voice
,
not
taking
his
eyes
off
the
French
.
A
Cossack
dismounted
,
lifted
the
boy
down
,
and
took
him
to
Denísov
.
Pointing
to
the
French
troops
,
Denísov
asked
him
what
these
and
those
of
them
were
.
The
boy
,
thrusting
his
cold
hands
into
his
pockets
and
lifting
his
eyebrows
,
looked
at
Denísov
in
affright
,
but
in
spite
of
an
evident
desire
to
say
all
he
knew
gave
confused
answers
,
merely
assenting
to
everything
Denísov
asked
him
.
Denísov
turned
away
from
him
frowning
and
addressed
the
esaul
,
conveying
his
own
conjectures
to
him
.
Pétya
,
rapidly
turning
his
head
,
looked
now
at
the
drummer
boy
,
now
at
Denísov
,
now
at
the
esaul
,
and
now
at
the
French
in
the
village
and
along
the
road
,
trying
not
to
miss
anything
of
importance
.
"
Whether
Dólokhov
comes
or
not
,
we
must
seize
it
,
eh
?
"
said
Denísov
with
a
merry
sparkle
in
his
eyes
.
"
It
is
a
very
suitable
spot
,
"
said
the
esaul
.
"
We
'll
send
the
infantwy
down
by
the
swamps
,
"
Denísov
continued
.
"
They
'll
cweep
up
to
the
garden
;
you
'll
wide
up
fwom
there
with
the
Cossacks
"
--
he
pointed
to
a
spot
in
the
forest
beyond
the
village
--
"
and
I
with
my
hussars
fwom
here
.
And
at
the
signal
shot
...
"
