Chapter 10

           

           OntheeighthofSeptemberanofficer—averyimportantonejudgingbytherespecttheguardsshowedhim—enteredthecoachhousewheretheprisonerswere.Thisofficer,probablysomeoneonthestaff,washoldingapaperinhishand,andcalledoveralltheRussiansthere,namingPierreas“themanwhodoesnotgivehisname.”Glancingindolentlyandindifferentlyatalltheprisoners,heorderedtheofficerinchargetohavethemdecentlydressedandtidiedupbeforetakingthemtothemarshal.AnhourlaterasquadofsoldiersarrivedandPierrewiththirteenotherswasledtotheVirgin’sField.Itwasafineday,sunnyafterrain,andtheairwasunusuallypure.ThesmokedidnothanglowasonthedaywhenPierrehadbeentakenfromtheguardhouseontheZúbovskirampart,butrosethroughthepureairincolumns.Noflameswereseen,butcolumnsofsmokeroseonallsides,andallMoscowasfarasPierrecouldseewasonevastcharredruin.Onallsidestherewerewastespaceswithonlystovesandchimneystacksstillstanding,andhereandtheretheblackenedwallsofsomebrickhouses.Pierregazedattheruinsanddidnotrecognizedistrictshehadknownwell.Hereandtherehecouldseechurchesthathadnotbeenburned.TheKrémlin,whichwasnotdestroyed,gleamedwhiteinthedistancewithitstowersandthebelfryofIvántheGreat.ThedomesoftheNewConventoftheVirginglitteredbrightlyanditsbellswereringingparticularlyclearly.ThesebellsremindedPierrethatitwasSundayandthefeastoftheNativityoftheVirgin.

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