L. N. Tolstoy. War and peace. Volume four. Part Three
Quickly the horses were disassembled in half darkness, the girlfriends were pulled up and the teams were sorted out. Denisov stood at the guardhouse, giving his last orders. The infantry of the game, spanking hundreds of legs, went forward on the way and quickly disappeared between the trees in the dawn fog. Esaul ordered something from the Cossacks. Petya kept his horse in check, looking forward to the order to sit down. Washed with cold water, his face, especially his eyes burned with fire, chills ran down his back, and something was shaking quickly and evenly throughout his body.
- Well, is everything ready? - Denisov said. - Give me the horses.
Horses were served. Denisov was angry at the Cossack because his girlfriends were weak, and, having ripped him apart, he sat down. Petya took up the stepladder. The horse, by habit, wanted to bite his leg, but Petya, not feeling his weight, quickly jumped into the saddle and, looking back in the dark hussars, came to Denisov.
- Vasily Fedorovich, will you entrust me with anything? Please... for God's sake... - he said. Denisov seemed to have forgotten about Petya's existence. He looked back at him.
- About one of you, Peg'oshu," he said strictly, "to obey me and not to sneer.
Denisov didn't say a word to Petya anymore all the time, and he was driving in silence. When we arrived at the edge of the forest, it was getting lighter in the field. Denisov whispered something to Esaul, and the Cossacks began to pass by Petya and Denisov. When they all passed, Denisov touched his horse and drove under the mountain. Getting on their backs and sliding, the horses were going down the horses with their saddles. Petya was riding next to Denisov. The shiver in his whole body was intensifying. It was getting brighter and brighter, but the fog was hiding distant objects. Having gone down and looked back, Denisov nodded his head to the Cossack standing near him.
- The signal! - He spoke.
The Cossack raised his hand and a shot was fired. And at the same moment, there was a clattering in front of the horses, screaming from different sides and more shots.
At the same moment, as the first sounds of stomping and shouting sounded, Petya, hitting his horse and letting go of the reins, not listening to Denisov, who was shouting at him, jumped forward. It seemed to Pete that suddenly, like in the middle of the day, the dawn brightened the minute the gunshot was heard. He jumped to the bridge. Cossacks rode up the road ahead. He ran into a retired Cossack on the bridge and jumped on. Ahead of the bridge there were some people - it must have been the French - running from the right side of the road to the left. One of them fell into the mud under the feet of Petina the horse.
One of the huts had Cossacks crowded together, doing something. From the middle of the crowd there was a terrible scream. Petya jumped up to the crowd, and the first thing he saw was the pale face of a Frenchman, with a shaking lower jaw, holding on to the flagpole directed at him.
- Hurray!... Guys... our... - Petya shouted and, giving rise to a hot horse, rode forward along the street.
Shots were heard ahead. Cossacks, hussars and Russian prisoners, fleeing from both sides of the road, all loudly and unsettlingly shouted something. Well-balanced, without a hat, with a red frowned face, the Frenchman in a blue overcoat was bayoneted off the hussars. When Petya jumped, the Frenchman had already fallen. Late again, Petya's head flashed in, and he jumped to a place where frequent shots were heard. Shots were fired in the yard of the manor house where he was last night with Dolokhov. The French settled there behind a wicker in a dense, bushy garden and shot at the Cossacks, crowded at the gate. Driving up to the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov in powder smoke with a pale, greenish face, shouting something to people. "Bypass! Wait for the infantry! - He shouted as Petya came to him.
- Wait a minute? Hurray!... - Petya shouted and, without hesitation, jumped to the place where the shots were heard and where the powder smoke was thicker. A volley of gunfire was heard, empty bullets and squealing into something. Cossacks and Dolokhov jumped after Petya into the gate of the house. The French, in the oscillating thick smoke, threw their weapons at the Cossacks and ran out of the bushes, while others fled under the mountain to the pond. Petya rode on his horse along the barracks' yard and instead of holding the reins, he waved strangely and quickly with both hands and kept waving off the saddle on one side. The horse ran onto the fire, which had been smoldering in the morning light, and Petya leaned against it, and fell hard on the wet ground. The Cossacks saw how quickly his arms and legs linger, even though his head did not move. The bullet pierced his head.
Having talked to the senior French officer, who came out to him from behind his house with a scarf on his sword and announced that they were surrendering, Dolokhov got off his horse and approached him motionlessly, with his hands stretched out, lying there.
- He was ready," he said, frowning, and went into the gate to meet Denisov, who was coming to him.
- Murdered?! - Denisov cried out, seeing from afar that familiar to him, undoubtedly lifeless position in which Petya's body lay.
- I was ready," Dolokhov repeated, "as if it were a pleasure to utter the word, and quickly went to the prisoners, who were surrounded by hurried Cossacks. - Let's not take it! - He shouted to Denisov.
Denisov did not answer; he came to Petya, got off his horse and turned Petya's face, which was already pale, dirty and dirty.
"I was used to something sweet. It's a great raisin, take it all," he remembered. And the Cossacks were surprised at the sounds like a dog barking, with which Denisov quickly turned his back, approached the whip and grabbed it.
Pierre Bezukhov was one of the Russian prisoners beaten by Denisov and Dolokhov.