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been announced to them. As if in reaction against the worsening of their position they were all particularly animated and gay. They spoke of personal reminiscences, of amusing scenes they had witnessed during the campaign, and avoided all talk of their present situation.

The sun had set long since. Bright stars shone out here and there in the sky. A red glow as of a conflagration spread above the horizon from the rising full moon, and that vast red ball swayed strangely in the gray haze. It grew light. The evening was ending, but the night had not yet come. Pierre got up and left his new companions, crossing between the campfires to the other side of the road where he had been told the common soldier prisoners were stationed. He wanted to talk to them. On the road he was stopped by a French sentinel who ordered him back.

Pierre turned back, not to his companions by the campfire, but to an unharnessed cart where there was nobody. Tucking his legs under him and dropping his head he sat down on the cold ground by the wheel of the cart and remained motionless a long while sunk in thought. Suddenly he burst out into a fit of his broad, good-natured laughter, so loud that men from various sides turned with surprise to see what this strange and evidently solitary laughter could mean.

β€œHa-ha-ha!” laughed Pierre. And he said aloud to himself: β€œThe soldier did not let me pass. They took me and shut me up. They hold me captive. What, me? Me? My immortal soul? Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!...” and he laughed till tears started to his eyes.

A man got up and came to see what this queer big fellow was laughing at all by himself. Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him.

The huge, endless bivouac that had previously resounded with the crackling of campfires and the voices of many men had grown quiet, the red campfires were growing paler and dying down. High up in the light sky hung the full moon. Forests and fields beyond the camp, unseen before, were now visible in the distance. And farther still, beyond those forests and fields, the bright, oscillating, limitless distance lured one to itself. Pierre glanced up at the sky and the twinkling stars in its faraway depths. β€œAnd all that is me, all that is within me, and it is all I!” thought Pierre. β€œAnd they caught all that and put it into a shed boarded up with planks!” He smiled, and went and lay down to sleep beside his companions.

CHAPTER XV

In the early days of October another envoy came to KutΓΊzov with a letter from Napoleon proposing peace and falsely dated from Moscow, though Napoleon was already not far from KutΓΊzov on the old KalΓΊga road. KutΓΊzov replied to this letter as he had done to the one formerly brought by Lauriston, saying that there could be no question of peace.

Soon after that a report was received from DΓ³rokhov’s guerrilla detachment operating to the left of TarΓΊtino that troops of Broussier’s division had been seen at FormΓ­nsk and that being separated from the rest of the French army they might easily be destroyed. The soldiers and officers again demanded action. Generals on the staff, excited by the memory of the easy victory at TarΓΊtino, urged KutΓΊzov to carry out DΓ³rokhov’s suggestion. KutΓΊzov did not consider any offensive necessary. The result was a compromise which was inevitable: a small detachment was sent to FormΓ­nsk to attack Broussier.

By a strange coincidence, this task, which turned out to be a most difficult and important one, was entrusted to DokhtΓΊrovβ€”that same modest little DokhtΓΊrov whom no one had described to us as drawing up plans of battles, dashing about in front of regiments, showering crosses on batteries, and so on, and who was thought to be and was spoken of as undecided and undiscerningβ€”but whom we find commanding wherever the position was most difficult all through the Russo-French wars from Austerlitz to the year 1813. At Austerlitz he remained last at the Augezd dam, rallying the regiments, saving what was possible when all were flying and perishing and not a single general was left in the rear guard. Ill with fever he went to SmolΓ©nsk with twenty thousand men to defend the town against Napoleon’s whole army. In SmolΓ©nsk, at the MalΓ‘khov Gate, he had hardly dozed off in a paroxysm of fever before he was awakened by the bombardment of the townβ€”and SmolΓ©nsk held out all day long. At the battle of BorodinΓ³, when BagratiΓ³n was killed and nine tenths of the men of our left flank had fallen and the full force of the French artillery fire was directed against it, the man sent there was this same irresolute and undiscerning DokhtΓΊrovβ€”KutΓΊzov hastening to rectify a mistake he had made by sending someone else there first. And the quiet little DokhtΓΊrov rode thither, and BorodinΓ³ became the greatest glory of the Russian army. Many heroes have been described to us in verse and prose, but of DokhtΓΊrov scarcely a word has been said.

It was DokhtΓΊrov again whom they sent to FormΓ­nsk and from there to MΓ‘lo-YaroslΓ‘vets, the place where the last battle with the French was fought and where the obvious disintegration of the French army began; and we are told of many geniuses and heroes of that period of the campaign, but of DokhtΓΊrov nothing or very little is said and that dubiously. And this silence about DokhtΓΊrov is the clearest testimony to his merit.

It is natural for a man who does not understand the workings of a machine to imagine that a shaving that has fallen into it by chance and is interfering with its action and tossing about in it is its most important part. The man who does not understand the construction of the machine cannot conceive that the small connecting cogwheel which revolves quietly is one of the most essential parts of the machine, and not the shaving which merely harms and hinders the working.

On the tenth of October when DokhtΓΊrov had gone halfway to FormΓ­nsk and stopped at the village of AristΓ³vo, preparing faithfully to execute the orders he had received, the whole French army having, in its convulsive movement, reached Murat’s position apparently in order to give battleβ€”suddenly without any reason turned off to the left onto the new KalΓΊga road and began to enter FormΓ­nsk, where only Broussier had been till then. At that time DokhtΓΊrov had under his command, besides DΓ³rokhov’s detachment, the two small guerrilla detachments of Figner and SeslΓ‘vin.

On the evening of October 11 SeslΓ‘vin came to the AristΓ³vo headquarters with a French guardsman he had captured. The prisoner said that the troops that had entered FormΓ­nsk that day were the vanguard of the whole army, that Napoleon was there and the whole army had left Moscow four days previously. That same evening a house serf who had come from BΓ³rovsk said he had seen an immense army entering the town. Some Cossacks of DokhtΓΊrov’s detachment reported having sighted the French Guards marching along the road to BΓ³rovsk. From all these reports it was evident that where they had expected to meet a single division there was now the whole French army marching from Moscow in an unexpected directionβ€”along the KalΓΊga road. DokhtΓΊrov was unwilling to undertake any action, as it was not clear to him now what he ought to do. He had been ordered to attack FormΓ­nsk. But only Broussier had been there at that time and now the whole French army was there. ErmΓ³lov wished to act on his own judgment, but DokhtΓΊrov insisted that he must have KutΓΊzov’s instructions. So it was decided to send a dispatch to the staff.

For this purpose a capable officer, BolkhovΓ­tinov, was chosen, who was to

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