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المؤلف: Leo Tolstoy

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They were still firing, not at the cavalry which had disappeared,
but at French infantry who had come into the hollow and were
firing at our men. Prince Bagration bowed his head as a sign that
this was exactly what he had desired and expected. Turning to his
adjutant he ordered him to bring down the two battalions of the
Sixth Chasseurs whom they had just passed. Prince Andrew was
struck by the changed expression on Prince Bagration's face at
this moment. It expressed the concentrated and happy resolution
you see on the face of a man who on a hot day takes a final run
before plunging into the water. The dull, sleepy expression was
no longer there, nor the affectation of profound thought. The
round, steady, hawk's eyes looked before him eagerly and rather
disdainfully, not resting on anything although his movements were
still slow and measured.

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