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"
Well
,
send
number
three
company
again
,
"
the
officer
replied
hurriedly
.
"
And
you
,
are
you
one
of
the
doctors
?
"
"
No
,
I
've
come
on
my
own
,
"
answered
Pierre
,
and
he
went
down
the
hill
again
,
passing
the
militiamen
.
"
Oh
,
those
damned
fellows
!
"
muttered
the
officer
who
followed
him
,
holding
his
nose
as
he
ran
past
the
men
at
work
.
"
There
they
are
...
bringing
her
,
coming
...
There
they
are
...
They
'll
be
here
in
a
minute
...
"
voices
were
suddenly
heard
saying
;
and
officers
,
soldiers
,
and
militiamen
began
running
forward
along
the
road
.
A
church
procession
was
coming
up
the
hill
from
Borodinó
.
First
along
the
dusty
road
came
the
infantry
in
ranks
,
bareheaded
and
with
arms
reversed
.
From
behind
them
came
the
sound
of
church
singing
.
Soldiers
and
militiamen
ran
bareheaded
past
Pierre
toward
the
procession
.
"
They
are
bringing
her
,
our
Protectress
!
...
The
Iberian
Mother
of
God
!
"
someone
cried
.
"
The
Smolénsk
Mother
of
God
,
"
another
corrected
him
.
The
militiamen
,
both
those
who
had
been
in
the
village
and
those
who
had
been
at
work
on
the
battery
,
threw
down
their
spades
and
ran
to
meet
the
church
procession
.
Following
the
battalion
that
marched
along
the
dusty
road
came
priests
in
their
vestments
--
one
little
old
man
in
a
hood
with
attendants
and
singers
.
Behind
them
soldiers
and
officers
bore
a
large
,
dark-faced
icon
with
an
embossed
metal
cover
.
This
was
the
icon
that
had
been
brought
from
Smolénsk
and
had
since
accompanied
the
army
.
