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Rostov did not listen to the soldier. He looked at the snowflakes

fluttering above the fire and remembered a Russian winter at his

warm, bright home, his fluffy fur coat, his quickly gliding

sleigh, his healthy body, and all the affection and care of his

family. "And why did I come here?" he wondered.

Next day the French army did not renew their attack, and the

remnant of Bagration's detachment was reunited to Kutuzov's army.

BOOK THREE: 1805

CHAPTER I