| BOOK TEN: 1812
21. CHAPTER XXI
 Pierre stepped out of his carriage and, passing the toiling
 militiamen, ascended the knoll from which, according to the doctor,
 the battlefield could be seen. It was about eleven o'clock. The sun shone somewhat to the left
 and behind him and brightly lit up the enormous panorama which, rising
 like an amphitheater, extended before him in the clear rarefied
 atmosphere. From above on the left, bisecting that amphitheater, wound the
 Smolensk highroad, passing through a village with a white church
 some five hundred paces in front of the knoll and below it. This was
 Borodino. Below the village the road crossed the river by a bridge
 and, winding down and up, rose higher and higher to the village of
 Valuevo visible about four miles away, where Napoleon was then
 stationed. Beyond Valuevo the road disappeared into a yellowing forest
 on the horizon. Far in the distance in that birch and fir forest to
 the right of the road, the cross and belfry of the Kolocha Monastery
 gleamed in the sun. Here and there over the whole of that blue
 expanse, to right and left of the forest and the road, smoking
 campfires could be seen and indefinite masses of troops- ours and
 the enemy's. The ground to the right- along the course of the
 Kolocha and Moskva rivers- was broken and hilly. Between the hollows
 the villages of Bezubova and Zakharino showed in the distance. On
 the left the ground was more level; there were fields of grain, and
 the smoking ruins of Semenovsk, which had been burned down, could be
 seen. All that Pierre saw was so indefinite that neither the left nor
 the right side of the field fully satisfied his expectations.
 Nowhere could he see the battlefield he had expected to find, but only
 fields, meadows, troops, woods, the smoke of campfires, villages,
 mounds, and streams; and try as he would he could descry no military
 "position" in this place which teemed with life, nor could he even
 distinguish our troops from the enemy's. "I must ask someone who knows," he thought, and addressed an officer
 who was looking with curiosity at his huge unmilitary figure. "May I ask you," said Pierre, "what village that is in front?" |