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Chapter 18

           Howtheymadethefourblackhorsesfly!Graciousme,theydidrattlepast!It’stimeIknewtheImperialhorsesandIlyáIványch.Idon’tthinkIlyádrivesanyoneexcepttheTsar!”

           Rostóvletgoofthehorseandwasabouttorideon,whenawoundedofficerpassingbyaddressedhim:

           “Whoisityouwant?”heasked.“Thecommanderinchief?Hewaskilledbyacannonball—struckinthebreastbeforeourregiment.”

           “Notkilled—wounded!”anotherofficercorrectedhim.

           “Who?Kutúzov?”askedRostóv.

           “NotKutúzov,butwhat’shisname—well,nevermind...therearenotmanyleftalive.Gothatway,tothatvillage,allthecommandersarethere,”saidtheofficer,pointingtothevillageofHosjeradek,andhewalkedon.

           Rostóvrodeonatafootpacenotknowingwhyortowhomhewasnowgoing.TheEmperorwaswounded,thebattlelost.Itwasimpossibletodoubtitnow.Rostóvrodeinthedirectionpointedouttohim,inwhichhesawturretsandachurch.Whatneedtohurry?WhatwashenowtosaytotheTsarortoKutúzov,eveniftheywerealiveandunwounded?

           “Takethisroad,yourhonor,thatwayyouwillbekilledatonce!”asoldiershoutedtohim.“They’dkillyouthere!”

           “Oh,whatareyoutalkingabout?”saidanother.“Whereishetogo?Thatwayisnearer.”

           Rostóvconsidered,andthenwentinthedirectionwheretheysaidhewouldbekilled.

           “It’sallthesamenow.IftheEmperoriswounded,amItotrytosavemyself?”hethought.HerodeontotheregionwherethegreatestnumberofmenhadperishedinfleeingfromPratzen.

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