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"The Apsherons must be stopped, your excellency," cried he. But

at that very instant a cloud of smoke spread all round, firing

was heard quite close at hand, and a voice of naive terror barely

two steps from Prince Andrew shouted, "Brothers! All's lost!" And

at this as if at a command, everyone began to run.

Confused and ever-increasing crowds were running back to where

five minutes before the troops had passed the Emperors. Not only

would it have been difficult to stop that crowd, it was even

impossible not to be carried back with it oneself. Bolkonski only

tried not to lose touch with it, and looked around bewildered and

unable to grasp what was happening in front of him. Nesvitski

with an angry face, red and unlike himself, was shouting to

Kutuzov that if he did not ride away at once he would certainly

be taken prisoner. Kutuzov remained in the same place and without

answering drew out a handkerchief. Blood was flowing from his

cheek. Prince Andrew forced his way to him.