been a hindrance, if not actually harmful, to him in the world he had lived in—his strength, his disdain for the comforts of life, his absentmindedness and simplicity—here among these people gave him almost the status of a hero. And Pierre felt that their opinion placed responsibilities upon him.
XIII
The French evacuation began on the night between the sixth and seventh of October:
- kitchens and sheds were dismantled,
- carts loaded,
- and troops and baggage trains started.
At seven in the morning a French convoy in marching trim, wearing shakos and carrying muskets, knapsacks, and enormous sacks, stood in front of the sheds, and animated French talk mingled with curses sounded all along the lines.
In the shed everyone was ready, dressed, belted, shod, and only awaited the order to start. The sick soldier, Sokolóv, pale and thin with dark shadows round his eyes, alone sat in his