, , , carriagesofallsorts, andRussianandAustriansoldiersofallarms, .
"WhereistheEmperor? WhereisKutuzov?" Rostovkeptaskingeveryonehecouldstop, butgotnoanswerfromanyone.
Atlastseizingasoldierbyhiscollarheforcedhimtoanswer.
"Eh, brother! They'veallboltedlongago!" saidthesoldier, laughingforsomereasonandshakinghimselffree.
Havingleftthatsoldierwhowasevidentlydrunk, .
"Itcan'tbe!" saidRostov."Itmusthavebeensomeoneelse."
"Isawhimmyself," repliedthemanwithaselfconfidentsmileofderision."IoughttoknowtheEmperorbynow, afterthetimesI'....! Graciousme, theydidrattlepast! It''tthinkIlyadrivesanyoneexcepttheTsar!"
Rostovletgoofthehorseandwasabouttorideon, whenawoundedofficerpassingbyaddressedhim:
"Whoisityouwant?" heasked."Thecommanderin-chief? Hewaskilledbyacannonball—struckinthebreastbeforeourregiment."
"Notkilled—wounded!" anotherofficercorrectedhim.
"Who? Kutuzov?" askedRostov.
"NotKutuzov, butwhat'shisname—well, nevermind..., tothatvillage, allthecommandersarethere," saidtheofficer, pointingtothevillageofHosjeradek, andhewalkedon.
, , ? WhatwashenowtosaytotheTsarortoKutuzov, eveniftheywerealiveandunwounded?
"Takethisroad, yourhonor, thatwayyouwillbekilledatonce!" asoldiershoutedtohim."They'dkillyouthere!"
"Oh, whatareyoutalkingabout?" saidanother."Whereishetogo? Thatwayisnearer."
Rostovconsidered, andthenwentinthedirectionwheretheysaidhewouldbekilled.
