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Several
of
the
men
,
with
bright
kindly
faces
,
stopped
beside
Pierre
.
They
seemed
not
to
have
expected
him
to
talk
like
anybody
else
,
and
the
discovery
that
he
did
so
delighted
them
.
"
It
's
the
business
of
us
soldiers
.
But
in
a
gentleman
it
's
wonderful
!
There
's
a
gentleman
for
you
!
"
"
To
your
places
!
"
cried
the
young
officer
to
the
men
gathered
round
Pierre
.
The
young
officer
was
evidently
exercising
his
duties
for
the
first
or
second
time
and
therefore
treated
both
his
superiors
and
the
men
with
great
precision
and
formality
.
The
booming
cannonade
and
the
fusillade
of
musketry
were
growing
more
intense
over
the
whole
field
,
especially
to
the
left
where
Bagratión
's
flèches
were
,
but
where
Pierre
was
the
smoke
of
the
firing
made
it
almost
impossible
to
distinguish
anything
.
Moreover
,
his
whole
attention
was
engrossed
by
watching
the
family
circle
--
separated
from
all
else
--
formed
by
the
men
in
the
battery
.
His
first
unconscious
feeling
of
joyful
animation
produced
by
the
sights
and
sounds
of
the
battlefield
was
now
replaced
by
another
,
especially
since
he
had
seen
that
soldier
lying
alone
in
the
hayfield
.
Now
,
seated
on
the
slope
of
the
trench
,
he
observed
the
faces
of
those
around
him
.
By
ten
o'clock
some
twenty
men
had
already
been
carried
away
from
the
battery
;
two
guns
were
smashed
and
cannon
balls
fell
more
and
more
frequently
on
the
battery
and
spent
bullets
buzzed
and
whistled
around
.
But
the
men
in
the
battery
seemed
not
to
notice
this
,
and
merry
voices
and
jokes
were
heard
on
all
sides
.
"
A
live
one
!
"
shouted
a
man
as
a
whistling
shell
approached
.
"
Not
this
way
!
To
the
infantry
!
"
added
another
with
loud
laughter
,
seeing
the
shell
fly
past
and
fall
into
the
ranks
of
the
supports
.
"
Are
you
bowing
to
a
friend
,
eh
?
"
remarked
another
,
chaffing
a
peasant
who
ducked
low
as
a
cannon
ball
flew
over
.
