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On reaching the village he dismounted and went to the nearest

house, intending to rest if but for a moment, eat something, and

try to sort out the stinging and tormenting thoughts that

confused his mind. "This is a mob of scoundrels and not an army,"

he was thinking as he went up to the window of the first house,

when a familiar voice called him by name.

He turned round. Nesvitski's handsome face looked out of the

little window. Nesvitski, moving his moist lips as he chewed

something, and flourishing his arm, called him to enter.

"Bolkonski! Bolkonski!... Don't you hear? Eh? Come quick..." he

shouted.

Entering the house, Prince Andrew saw Nesvitski and another

adjutant having something to eat. They hastily turned round to

him asking if he had any news. On their familiar faces he read

agitation and alarm. This was particularly noticeable on

Nesvitski's usually laughing countenance.

"Where is the commander in chief?" asked Bolkonski.

"Here, in that house," answered the adjutant.