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Having
descended
the
hill
the
general
after
whom
Pierre
was
galloping
turned
sharply
to
the
left
,
and
Pierre
,
losing
sight
of
him
,
galloped
in
among
some
ranks
of
infantry
marching
ahead
of
him
.
He
tried
to
pass
either
in
front
of
them
or
to
the
right
or
left
,
but
there
were
soldiers
everywhere
,
all
with
the
same
preoccupied
expression
and
busy
with
some
unseen
but
evidently
important
task
.
They
all
gazed
with
the
same
dissatisfied
and
inquiring
expression
at
this
stout
man
in
a
white
hat
,
who
for
some
unknown
reason
threatened
to
trample
them
under
his
horse
's
hoofs
.
"
Why
ride
into
the
middle
of
the
battalion
?
"
one
of
them
shouted
at
him
.
Another
prodded
his
horse
with
the
butt
end
of
a
musket
,
and
Pierre
,
bending
over
his
saddlebow
and
hardly
able
to
control
his
shying
horse
,
galloped
ahead
of
the
soldiers
where
there
was
a
free
space
.
There
was
a
bridge
ahead
of
him
,
where
other
soldiers
stood
firing
.
Pierre
rode
up
to
them
.
Without
being
aware
of
it
he
had
come
to
the
bridge
across
the
Kolochá
between
Górki
and
Borodinó
,
which
the
French
(
having
occupied
Borodinó
)
were
attacking
in
the
first
phase
of
the
battle
.
Pierre
saw
that
there
was
a
bridge
in
front
of
him
and
that
soldiers
were
doing
something
on
both
sides
of
it
and
in
the
meadow
,
among
the
rows
of
new-mown
hay
which
he
had
taken
no
notice
of
amid
the
smoke
of
the
campfires
the
day
before
;
but
despite
the
incessant
firing
going
on
there
he
had
no
idea
that
this
was
the
field
of
battle
.
He
did
not
notice
the
sound
of
the
bullets
whistling
from
every
side
,
or
the
projectiles
that
flew
over
him
,
did
not
see
the
enemy
on
the
other
side
of
the
river
,
and
for
a
long
time
did
not
notice
the
killed
and
wounded
,
though
many
fell
near
him
.
He
looked
about
him
with
a
smile
which
did
not
leave
his
face
.
"
Why
's
that
fellow
in
front
of
the
line
?
"
shouted
somebody
at
him
again
.
"
To
the
left
!
...
Keep
to
the
right
!
"
the
men
shouted
to
him
.
Pierre
went
to
the
right
,
and
unexpectedly
encountered
one
of
Raévski
's
adjutants
whom
he
knew
.
The
adjutant
looked
angrily
at
him
,
evidently
also
intending
to
shout
at
him
,
but
on
recognizing
him
he
nodded
.
"
How
have
you
got
here
?
"
he
said
,
and
galloped
on
.
Pierre
,
feeling
out
of
place
there
,
having
nothing
to
do
,
and
afraid
of
getting
in
someone
's
way
again
,
galloped
after
the
adjutant
.
