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"
Oh
,
what
are
you
talking
about
?
"
said
another
.
"
Where
is
he
to
go
?
That
way
is
nearer
.
"
Rostóv
considered
,
and
then
went
in
the
direction
where
they
said
he
would
be
killed
.
"
It
's
all
the
same
now
.
If
the
Emperor
is
wounded
,
am
I
to
try
to
save
myself
?
"
he
thought
.
He
rode
on
to
the
region
where
the
greatest
number
of
men
had
perished
in
fleeing
from
Pratzen
.
The
French
had
not
yet
occupied
that
region
,
and
the
Russians
--
the
uninjured
and
slightly
wounded
--
had
left
it
long
ago
.
All
about
the
field
,
like
heaps
of
manure
on
well-kept
plowland
,
lay
from
ten
to
fifteen
dead
and
wounded
to
each
couple
of
acres
.
The
wounded
crept
together
in
twos
and
threes
and
one
could
hear
their
distressing
screams
and
groans
,
sometimes
feigned
--
or
so
it
seemed
to
Rostóv
.
He
put
his
horse
to
a
trot
to
avoid
seeing
all
these
suffering
men
,
and
he
felt
afraid
--
afraid
not
for
his
life
,
but
for
the
courage
he
needed
and
which
he
knew
would
not
stand
the
sight
of
these
unfortunates
.
The
French
,
who
had
ceased
firing
at
this
field
strewn
with
dead
and
wounded
where
there
was
no
one
left
to
fire
at
,
on
seeing
an
adjutant
riding
over
it
trained
a
gun
on
him
and
fired
several
shots
.
The
sensation
of
those
terrible
whistling
sounds
and
of
the
corpses
around
him
merged
in
Rostóv
's
mind
into
a
single
feeling
of
terror
and
pity
for
himself
.
He
remembered
his
mother
's
last
letter
.
"
What
would
she
feel
,
"
thought
he
,
"
if
she
saw
me
here
now
on
this
field
with
the
cannon
aimed
at
me
?
"
In
the
village
of
Hosjeradek
there
were
Russian
troops
retiring
from
the
field
of
battle
,
who
though
still
in
some
confusion
were
less
disordered
.
The
French
cannon
did
not
reach
there
and
the
musketry
fire
sounded
far
away
.
Here
everyone
clearly
saw
and
said
that
the
battle
was
lost
.
No
one
whom
Rostóv
asked
could
tell
him
where
the
Emperor
or
Kutúzov
was
.
Some
said
the
report
that
the
Emperor
was
wounded
was
correct
,
others
that
it
was
not
,
and
explained
the
false
rumor
that
had
spread
by
the
fact
that
the
Emperor
's
carriage
had
really
galloped
from
the
field
of
battle
with
the
pale
and
terrified
Ober-Hofmarschal
Count
Tolstóy
,
who
had
ridden
out
to
the
battlefield
with
others
in
the
Emperor
's
suite
.
One
officer
told
Rostóv
that
he
had
seen
someone
from
headquarters
behind
the
village
to
the
left
,
and
thither
Rostóv
rode
,
not
hoping
to
find
anyone
but
merely
to
ease
his
conscience
.
When
he
had
ridden
about
two
miles
and
had
passed
the
last
of
the
Russian
troops
,
he
saw
,
near
a
kitchen
garden
with
a
ditch
round
it
,
two
men
on
horseback
facing
the
ditch
.
One
with
a
white
plume
in
his
hat
seemed
familiar
to
Rostóv
;
the
other
on
a
beautiful
chestnut
horse
(
which
Rostóv
fancied
he
had
seen
before
)
rode
up
to
the
ditch
,
struck
his
horse
with
his
spurs
,
and
giving
it
the
rein
leaped
lightly
over
.
Only
a
little
earth
crumbled
from
the
bank
under
the
horse
's
hind
hoofs
.
Turning
the
horse
sharply
,
he
again
jumped
the
ditch
,
and
deferentially
addressed
the
horseman
with
the
white
plumes
,
evidently
suggesting
that
he
should
do
the
same
.
The
rider
,
whose
figure
seemed
familiar
to
Rostóv
and
involuntarily
riveted
his
attention
,
made
a
gesture
of
refusal
with
his
head
and
hand
and
by
that
gesture
Rostóv
instantly
recognized
his
lamented
and
adored
monarch
.
"
But
it
ca
n't
be
he
,
alone
in
the
midst
of
this
empty
field
!
"
thought
Rostóv
.
At
that
moment
Alexander
turned
his
head
and
Rostóv
saw
the
beloved
features
that
were
so
deeply
engraved
on
his
memory
.
The
Emperor
was
pale
,
his
cheeks
sunken
and
his
eyes
hollow
,
but
the
charm
,
the
mildness
of
his
features
,
was
all
the
greater
.
Rostóv
was
happy
in
the
assurance
that
the
rumors
about
the
Emperor
being
wounded
were
false
.
He
was
happy
to
be
seeing
him
.
He
knew
that
he
might
and
even
ought
to
go
straight
to
him
and
give
the
message
Dolgorúkov
had
ordered
him
to
deliver
.
But
as
a
youth
in
love
trembles
,
is
unnerved
,
and
dares
not
utter
the
thoughts
he
has
dreamed
of
for
nights
,
but
looks
around
for
help
or
a
chance
of
delay
and
flight
when
the
longed-for
moment
comes
and
he
is
alone
with
her
,
so
Rostóv
,
now
that
he
had
attained
what
he
had
longed
for
more
than
anything
else
in
the
world
,
did
not
know
how
to
approach
the
Emperor
,
and
a
thousand
reasons
occurred
to
him
why
it
would
be
inconvenient
,
unseemly
,
and
impossible
to
do
so
.
