2013年06月15日

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Ney, and Murat, who were close to that region of fire, and sometimes even rode into it, several times led immense masses of orderly troops into that region. But instead of what had invariably happened in all their previous battles, instead of hearing that the enemy were in flight, the disciplined masses of troops came back in undisciplined, panic-stricken crowds. They formed them in good order again, but their number was steadily dwindling.

In the middle of the day Murat sent his adjutant to Napoleon with a request for reinforcements. Napoleon was sitting under the redoubt, drinking punch, when door phones Murat's adjutant galloped to him with the message that the Russians would be routed if his majesty would let them have another division. Reinforcements? said Napoleon, with stern astonishment, staring, as though failing to comprehend his words, at the handsome, boyish adjutant, who wore his black hair in floating curls, like Murat's own.

Reinforcements! thought Napoleon. How can they want reinforcements when they have half the army already, concentrated against one weak, unsupported flank of the Russians? Tell the King of Naples, said Napoleon sternly, that it is not midday, and I don't yet see clearly over my chess-board. You door bell
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2013年06月08日

Door Bell and Moscow

Himself rode about the line of the outposts trying to struggle against the sleepiness which kept overcoming him. Behind him could be seen the immense expanse of the dimly burning fires of our army; before him was the misty darkness. However intently Rostov gazed into this misty distance, he could see nothing; at one moment there seemed something greyish, at the next something blackish, then something like the glimmer of a fire over there where the enemy must be, then he fancied the glimmer had been only in his own eyes.

His eyes kept closing, and there floated before his mind the image of the Emperor, then of Door Bell and Moscow video door monitor memories, and again he opened his eyes and saw close before him the head and ears of the horse he was riding, and sometimes black figures of hussars, when he rode within six paces of them, but in the distance still the same misty darkness.

Why? it may well happen, mused Rostov, that the Emperor will meet me and give me some commission, as he might to any officer; he'll say, Go and find out what's there. There are a lot of stories of how Door Bell by chance he has made the acquaintance of officers and given them some place close to him too. Oh, if he were to give me a place in attendance on him! Oh, what care I would take of him, how I would door bell
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