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In
contrast
with
the
dread
felt
by
the
infantrymen
placed
in
support
,
here
in
the
battery
where
a
small
number
of
men
busy
at
their
work
were
separated
from
the
rest
by
a
trench
,
everyone
experienced
a
common
and
as
it
were
family
feeling
of
animation
.
The
intrusion
of
Pierre
's
nonmilitary
figure
in
a
white
hat
made
an
unpleasant
impression
at
first
.
The
soldiers
looked
askance
at
him
with
surprise
and
even
alarm
as
they
went
past
him
.
The
senior
artillery
officer
,
a
tall
,
long-legged
,
pockmarked
man
,
moved
over
to
Pierre
as
if
to
see
the
action
of
the
farthest
gun
and
looked
at
him
with
curiosity
.
A
young
round-faced
officer
,
quite
a
boy
still
and
evidently
only
just
out
of
the
Cadet
College
,
who
was
zealously
commanding
the
two
guns
entrusted
to
him
,
addressed
Pierre
sternly
.
"
Sir
,
"
he
said
,
"
permit
me
to
ask
you
to
stand
aside
.
You
must
not
be
here
.
"
The
soldiers
shook
their
heads
disapprovingly
as
they
looked
at
Pierre
.
But
when
they
had
convinced
themselves
that
this
man
in
the
white
hat
was
doing
no
harm
,
but
either
sat
quietly
on
the
slope
of
the
trench
with
a
shy
smile
or
,
politely
making
way
for
the
soldiers
,
paced
up
and
down
the
battery
under
fire
as
calmly
as
if
he
were
on
a
boulevard
,
their
feeling
of
hostile
distrust
gradually
began
to
change
into
a
kindly
and
bantering
sympathy
,
such
as
soldiers
feel
for
their
dogs
,
cocks
,
goats
,
and
in
general
for
the
animals
that
live
with
the
regiment
.
The
men
soon
accepted
Pierre
into
their
family
,
adopted
him
,
gave
him
a
nickname
(
"
our
gentleman
"
)
,
and
made
kindly
fun
of
him
among
themselves
.
A
shell
tore
up
the
earth
two
paces
from
Pierre
and
he
looked
around
with
a
smile
as
he
brushed
from
his
clothes
some
earth
it
had
thrown
up
.
"
And
how
's
it
you
're
not
afraid
,
sir
,
really
now
?
"
a
red-faced
,
broad-shouldered
soldier
asked
Pierre
,
with
a
grin
that
disclosed
a
set
of
sound
,
white
teeth
.
"
Are
you
afraid
,
then
?
"
said
Pierre
.
"
What
else
do
you
expect
?
"
answered
the
soldier
.
"
She
has
no
mercy
,
you
know
!
When
she
comes
spluttering
down
,
out
go
your
innards
.
One
ca
n't
help
being
afraid
,
"
he
said
laughing
.
