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Rostov rode on at a footpace not knowing why or to whom he was

now going. The Emperor was wounded, the battle lost. It was

impossible to doubt it now. Rostov rode in the direction pointed

out to him, in which he saw turrets and a church. What need to

hurry? What was he now to say to the Tsar or to Kutuzov, even if

they were alive and unwounded?

"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at

once!" a soldier shouted to him. "They'd kill you there!"

"Oh, what are you talking about?" said another. "Where is he to

go? That way is nearer."

Rostov considered, and then went in the direction where they said

he would be killed.