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At
the
first
sound
of
trampling
hoofs
and
shouting
,
Pétya
lashed
his
horse
and
loosening
his
rein
galloped
forward
,
not
heeding
Denísov
who
shouted
at
him
.
It
seemed
to
Pétya
that
at
the
moment
the
shot
was
fired
it
suddenly
became
as
bright
as
noon
.
He
galloped
to
the
bridge
.
Cossacks
were
galloping
along
the
road
in
front
of
him
.
On
the
bridge
he
collided
with
a
Cossack
who
had
fallen
behind
,
but
he
galloped
on
.
In
front
of
him
soldiers
,
probably
Frenchmen
,
were
running
from
right
to
left
across
the
road
.
One
of
them
fell
in
the
mud
under
his
horse
's
feet
.
Cossacks
were
crowding
about
a
hut
,
busy
with
something
.
From
the
midst
of
that
crowd
terrible
screams
arose
.
Pétya
galloped
up
,
and
the
first
thing
he
saw
was
the
pale
face
and
trembling
jaw
of
a
Frenchman
,
clutching
the
handle
of
a
lance
that
had
been
aimed
at
him
.
"
Hurrah
!
...
Lads
!
...
ours
!
"
shouted
Pétya
,
and
giving
rein
to
his
excited
horse
he
galloped
forward
along
the
village
street
.
He
could
hear
shooting
ahead
of
him
.
Cossacks
,
hussars
,
and
ragged
Russian
prisoners
,
who
had
come
running
from
both
sides
of
the
road
,
were
shouting
something
loudly
and
incoherently
.
A
gallant-looking
Frenchman
,
in
a
blue
overcoat
,
capless
,
and
with
a
frowning
red
face
,
had
been
defending
himself
against
the
hussars
.
When
Pétya
galloped
up
the
Frenchman
had
already
fallen
.
"
Too
late
again
!
"
flashed
through
Pétya
's
mind
and
he
galloped
on
to
the
place
from
which
the
rapid
firing
could
be
heard
.
The
shots
came
from
the
yard
of
the
landowner
's
house
he
had
visited
the
night
before
with
Dólokhov
.
The
French
were
making
a
stand
there
behind
a
wattle
fence
in
a
garden
thickly
overgrown
with
bushes
and
were
firing
at
the
Cossacks
who
crowded
at
the
gateway
.
Through
the
smoke
,
as
he
approached
the
gate
,
Pétya
saw
Dólokhov
,
whose
face
was
of
a
pale-greenish
tint
,
shouting
to
his
men
.
"
Go
round
!
Wait
for
the
infantry
!
"
he
exclaimed
as
Pétya
rode
up
to
him
.
"
Wait
?
...
Hurrah-ah-ah
!
"
shouted
Pétya
,
and
without
pausing
a
moment
galloped
to
the
place
whence
came
the
sounds
of
firing
and
where
the
smoke
was
thickest
.
A
volley
was
heard
,
and
some
bullets
whistled
past
,
while
others
plashed
against
something
.
The
Cossacks
and
Dólokhov
galloped
after
Pétya
into
the
gateway
of
the
courtyard
.
In
the
dense
wavering
smoke
some
of
the
French
threw
down
their
arms
and
ran
out
of
the
bushes
to
meet
the
Cossacks
,
while
others
ran
down
the
hill
toward
the
pond
.
Pétya
was
galloping
along
the
courtyard
,
but
instead
of
holding
the
reins
he
waved
both
his
arms
about
rapidly
and
strangely
,
slipping
farther
and
farther
to
one
side
in
his
saddle
His
horse
,
having
galloped
up
to
a
campfire
that
was
smoldering
in
the
morning
light
,
stopped
suddenly
,
and
Pétya
fell
heavily
on
to
the
wet
ground
.
The
Cossacks
saw
that
his
arms
and
legs
jerked
rapidly
though
his
head
was
quite
motionless
.
A
bullet
had
pierced
his
skull
.
After
speaking
to
the
senior
French
officer
,
who
came
out
of
the
house
with
a
white
handkerchief
tied
to
his
sword
and
announced
that
they
surrendered
,
Dólokhov
dismounted
and
went
up
to
Pétya
,
who
lay
motionless
with
outstretched
arms
.
"
Done
for
!
"
he
said
with
a
frown
,
and
went
to
the
gate
to
meet
Denísov
who
was
riding
toward
him
.
