Briggs: Pierre laughs at the idea of them locking up his real self and immortal soul.
Translation:
XIV.
By the lane of Hamovnika the captives went alone with its escort carriages and wagons, owned by the convoy and traveling back; but, coming to provisional stores, they hit in the middle of a huge, closely moving artillery wagon, transported with private wagons.
At the bridge itself all stopped, waiting so that the moving traveled ahead. From the bridge the prisoners opened back ahead of endless ranks of other moving wagons. To the right, there, where bent the Kaluga road past Neskuchny, disappearing away, dragged on endless ranks of troops and wagons. These were the released before all troops of the corps of Beauharnais; back, by the embankment and across Stone bridge dragged on the troops and wagons of Ney.
The troops of Davout, to which belonged the captives, went across the Crimean ford and now in part marched on Kaluga street. Yet the wagons were so stretched out that the last wagons of Beauharnais still had not come out of Moscow to Kaluga street, but the head troops of Ney now exited from big Ordynka.
Having passed the Crimean ford, the captives moved by several steps and stopped, and again moved, and with all parties crews and people all more and more were shy. Having passed more than an hour those some hundred steps which separate the bridge from Kaluga streets and reaches to the square, where comes down Zamoskvoretsky streets with the Kaluga, the captives, compressed in a lot, stopped and for a few hours stood at these crossroads. With all parties was heard the relentless, as the noise of seas, rattling of wheels, clattering of feet, and relentless, angry shouting and swear words. Pierre stood pressed to the wall of a burnt home, listening to this sound, merged in his imagination with the sounds of the drum.
A few captive officers, so that to better see, climbed on the wall of the burnt home, beside which stood Pierre.
— Those people! What a people!.. And on those cannons are piled on! Look: furs... — they said. — You see, bastards, robbed... out in the back, on the cart...this is — with icons, God!.. This must be Germans. And our peasants, God!.. Ah, scoundrels!.. You see that loaded up, forcibly going! Here those on the carriage and those seized!.. You see sitting down on those chests. Father!.. Fight!..
— So him by that face, by that face! That way until the evening do not wait. See, see...But this is rightly Napoleon himself. You see those horses! On monograms with the crown. This is a foldable house. They dropped the sack, not seeing it. Again a fight... a woman with a baby and not bad. Yes, how again, and so you omit... Look, and there is no end. Russian girls, God, girls! In the carriages because so quietly sitting down!
Again a wave of common curiosity, as about the churches at Hamovnika, moved all the captives to the road, and Pierre, thanks to his growth, across the heads of others saw that what so attracted the curiosity of the captives. In three carriages, confused between the charge boxes, rode, closely sitting to each other, discharged in bright colors, roughened, some screaming squeaky voices of a woman.
From that minute as Pierre realized the appearance of mysterious forces, nothing seemed to him weird or fearful: the body, smeared for fun in soot, or this woman, hurrying somewhere, or the fire of Moscow. All that Pierre saw now, produced in him almost no impressions — as if his soul, prepared for a difficult struggle, refused to take impressions that could let it loose.
The train of women drove through. Behind it dragged on more carts, soldiers, wagons, soldiers, carriages, soldiers, boxes, soldiers, and occasionally women.
Pierre did not see people separately, but saw them move.
All these people and horses as if chased some invisible force. All of them, in the continuation of an hour, in the time which watched Pierre them, floated out from different streets with one and that same desire to sooner take; all of them equally, colliding with another, began to be angry, fight; grin white teeth, frown eyebrows, were thrown all alone and those same swear words, and on all faces was one and that same youthfully decisive and hard cold expression which in the morning struck Pierre at the sound of the drum on the face of the сorporal.
Now before the night the convoy chief collected his command and with screaming and disputes displaced at the wagons, the captives, surrounded by all parties, came out on the Kaluga road.
They went very soon, not resting, and stopping only when now the sun had begun to sit down. The wagons moved only to another, and the people began to prepare for overnight. All seemed angry and dissatisfied. For long from different parties was heard swear words, spiteful shouting and fights. The coach, traveling at the back of the convoy, moved forward on the convoy wagon and broke through its drawbar. A few soldiers from different parties ran to the wagon; some beat by the heads of the horses, harnessed in the carriage, folding them, others fought between themselves, and Pierre saw that one German was heavily wounded by an axe to the head.
It seemed, all these people were tested by it when they stopped in the middle of the field in the cold twilight autumn evening, that one and that same sense of unpleasant awakening from an encompassing all in output haste and impetuous somewhere movements. Stopping, all as if understood that there was an unknown still where to go and that in this movement much will be heavy and difficult.
With the captives in this halt the convoy turned still worse than in appearance. In this halt for the first time the meat of the food of the captives was issued horse meat.
From the officers to the last soldier was noticeable in each as if personal bitterness against each of the captives, so suddenly replacing the before friendly relationship.
The bitterness still more intensified, when in recalculating the captives manifested, that in the time of the fuss of the exit from Moscow, one Russian soldier, pretending to be sick of belly — ran. Pierre saw how the French beat a Russian soldier for that they walked long away from the roads, and heard, as the captain, his buddy, pronounced the noncommissioned officer for the escape of the Russian soldier and threatened him in court. To the excuse of the noncommissioned officer that the soldier was ill and could not go, the officer said that it was ordered to shoot those who will lag behind. Pierre felt how that fatal power, which crushed him in the time of the execution, and which was less noticeable in the time of captivity, now again controlled his existence. He was fearful; but he felt how by the least efforts that was done by the fatal power, so that to crush him, in his soul grew out and grew stronger an independent from its power life.
Pierre had supper stew from rye flour with horse meat and talked with companions.
Pierre, and none of his friends talked about what they saw in Moscow, or about the rudeness of the treatment of the French, or about the order to shoot, which was announced to them: all were, as would in rebuff to a worsening position, especially lively and happy. They talked about personal memories, about funny scenes seen in the time of the trip, and jammed conversations about the present position.
The sun for a long time sat down. Bright stars lit up somewhere by the sky; red, like that fire of glow rising from a full moon spilled by the edge of the sky, and the huge, red orb surprisingly hesitated in the grayish haze. It became light. Night now was over, but the night still had not begun. Pierre got up from his new friends and went between the bonfires to another side of the road, where, to him it was said, were standing the captive soldiers. He wanted to talk with them. On the road a French hourly stopped him and told him to come back.
Pierre returned, but not to the bonfire, to the friends, but to a harnessed wagon, in which nobody was. He, tucking his legs and lowering his head, sat down on the cold land at the wheels of the wagon and for long sat still, thinking. Passed more than an hour. Nothing disturbed Pierre. Suddenly he laughed his thick, good-natured laugh so loudly that from different parties with surprise looked around people at this strange, obviously alone laugh.
— Ha, ha, ha! — laughed Pierre. and he spoke out loud with himself: — The soldier would not let me. He caught me, locked me up. In captivity they hold me. Who, me? Me? Me — my immortal soul! Ha, ha, ha!..Ha, ha, ha!.. — he laughed with protruding in his eyes tears.
Some person got up and came up to look, about what laughed this strange, big person. Pierre ceased to laugh, got up, walked away a little farther from the curious and turned back around himself.
Before the loudly making noise bang of the bonfires and the speaking of people, the huge, endless bivouac quieted down; the red lights of the bonfires were put out and became pale. High in the bright sky stood a full moon. The forest and field, invisible beyond the location of the camp, opened now away. And still farther than these forests and fields could be seen the bright, wobbling, calling on itself infinity of distance. Pierre looked at the sky, at the deep parting, playing stars. "And all this is me, and all this is in me, and all this is I!" thought Pierre. "And all this they caught and planted in a booth, enclosed by boards!" He smiled and went to fit to sleep to his friends.
Locations: Khamovniki, Stone Bridge
Mentioned: Kaluga, Neskuchnoe (Neskuchny in Briggs, Mandelker, and Dunnigan.), Crimea Ford, Great Ordynka (Bolshaya Ordynka in Garnett, Pevear and Volokhonsky, and Briggs. Bolshaya Orduinka in Dole. Cut in Bell.), German, Russian, Moscow, French
Pevear and Volokhonsky Notes: The prisoners continue to march and get behind congestion and traffic of carts, including those filled with loot.
"Everything that Pierre now saw made almost no impression on him--as if his soul, preparing for a difficult struggle, refused to receive impressions that might weaken it." A large fight breaks out between the soldiers. "it was as if they all realized that they did not yet know where they were going, and that in this movement there would be much that was painful and difficult."
Importantly, the soldiers also receive horseflesh as their rations. Due to the escape of one prisoner, the French are ordered to shoot any prisoner too weak to march. Pierre has a strange moment when he suddenly starts laughing and claims that they cannot imprison his immortal soul.
"Pierre looked into the sky, into the depths of the retreating, twinkling starts. "And all this is mine, and all this is in me, and all this is me!" thought Pierre. "And all this they've caught and put in a shed and boarded it up!"'
Characters (characters who do not appear, but are mentioned are placed in italics. First appearances are in Bold. First mentions are underlined. Final appearance denoted by *):
Beauharnais (his corps are mentioned)
Ney
Davoust
Pierre
Napoleon
Abridged Versions: End of Chapter 8 in Bell.
Gibian: end of chapter 3.
Fuller: We pick up where they are marching quickly until they stop, removing all the set up of the army, as well as the chaos of the bridge. All the discussion of the French shooting stragglers is also removed. Chapter ends in a line break.
Komroff: A lot of the description of the troops and the different factions of the crowd is removed. Pierre's reflections at the end of the chapter are shortened.
Kropotkin: Some of the description of the many different people on the bridge is shortened. some description throughout is removed, getting to Pierre's monologue quicker. End of chapter 4.
Simmons: The discussion of the different troops is removed. The episode where Pierre is blocked and then laughs about his immortal soul is removed.
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