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"
How
...
how
dare
you
!
...
"
he
shouted
,
choking
and
making
a
threatening
gesture
with
his
trembling
arms
:
"
How
dare
you
,
sir
,
say
that
to
me
?
You
know
nothing
about
it
.
Tell
General
Barclay
from
me
that
his
information
is
incorrect
and
that
the
real
course
of
the
battle
is
better
known
to
me
,
the
commander
in
chief
,
than
to
him
.
"
Wolzogen
was
about
to
make
a
rejoinder
,
but
Kutúzov
interrupted
him
.
"
The
enemy
has
been
repulsed
on
the
left
and
defeated
on
the
right
flank
.
If
you
have
seen
amiss
,
sir
,
do
not
allow
yourself
to
say
what
you
do
n't
know
!
Be
so
good
as
to
ride
to
General
Barclay
and
inform
him
of
my
firm
intention
to
attack
the
enemy
tomorrow
,
"
said
Kutúzov
sternly
.
All
were
silent
,
and
the
only
sound
audible
was
the
heavy
breathing
of
the
panting
old
general
.
"
They
are
repulsed
everywhere
,
for
which
I
thank
God
and
our
brave
army
!
The
enemy
is
beaten
,
and
tomorrow
we
shall
drive
him
from
the
sacred
soil
of
Russia
,
"
said
Kutúzov
crossing
himself
,
and
he
suddenly
sobbed
as
his
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
Wolzogen
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
and
curling
his
lips
,
stepped
silently
aside
,
marveling
at
"
the
old
gentleman
's
"
conceited
stupidity
.
"
Ah
,
here
he
is
,
my
hero
!
"
said
Kutúzov
to
a
portly
,
handsome
,
dark-haired
general
who
was
just
ascending
the
knoll
.
This
was
Raévski
,
who
had
spent
the
whole
day
at
the
most
important
part
of
the
field
of
Borodinó
.
Raévski
reported
that
the
troops
were
firmly
holding
their
ground
and
that
the
French
no
longer
ventured
to
attack
.
