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"
Please
,
"
he
uttered
with
an
effort
.
Pierre
,
hardly
restraining
his
sobs
,
began
running
toward
Dólokhov
and
was
about
to
cross
the
space
between
the
barriers
,
when
Dólokhov
cried
:
"
To
your
barrier
!
"
and
Pierre
,
grasping
what
was
meant
,
stopped
by
his
saber
.
Only
ten
paces
divided
them
.
Dólokhov
lowered
his
head
to
the
snow
,
greedily
bit
at
it
,
again
raised
his
head
,
adjusted
himself
,
drew
in
his
legs
and
sat
up
,
seeking
a
firm
center
of
gravity
.
He
sucked
and
swallowed
the
cold
snow
,
his
lips
quivered
but
his
eyes
,
still
smiling
,
glittered
with
effort
and
exasperation
as
he
mustered
his
remaining
strength
.
He
raised
his
pistol
and
aimed
.
"
Sideways
!
Cover
yourself
with
your
pistol
!
"
ejaculated
Nesvítski
.
"
Cover
yourself
!
"
even
Denísov
cried
to
his
adversary
.
Pierre
,
with
a
gentle
smile
of
pity
and
remorse
,
his
arms
and
legs
helplessly
spread
out
,
stood
with
his
broad
chest
directly
facing
Dólokhov
and
looked
sorrowfully
at
him
.
Denísov
,
Rostóv
,
and
Nesvítski
closed
their
eyes
.
At
the
same
instant
they
heard
a
report
and
Dólokhov
's
angry
cry
.
"
Missed
!
"
shouted
Dólokhov
,
and
he
lay
helplessly
,
face
downwards
on
the
snow
.
Pierre
clutched
his
temples
,
and
turning
round
went
into
the
forest
,
trampling
through
the
deep
snow
,
and
muttering
incoherent
words
:
"
Folly
...
folly
!
Death
...
lies
...
"
he
repeated
,
puckering
his
face
.
Nesvítski
stopped
him
and
took
him
home
.
