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so late on the first of September, the road had been so blocked by vehicles and troops, so many things had been forgotten for which servants were sent back, that they had decided to spend that night at a place three miles out of Moscow. The next morning they woke late and were again delayed so often that they only got as far as Great Mytishchi. At ten oclock that evening the Rostov family and the wounded traveling with them were all distributed in the yards and huts of that large village. The Rostovs servants and coachmen and the orderlies of the wounded officers, after attending to their masters, had supper, fed the horses, and came out into the porches. In a neighboring hut lay Raevskis adjutant with a fractured wrist. The awful pain he suffered made him moan incessantly and piteously, and his moaning sounded terrible in the darkness of the autumn night. He had spent the first night in the same yard as the Rostovs. The countess said she had been unable to close her eyes on account of his moaning, and at Mytishchi she moved into a worse hut simply to be farther away from the wounded man. In the darkness of the night one of the servants noticed, above the high body of a coach standing before the porch, the small glow of another fire. One glow had long been visible and everybody knew that it was Little Mytishchi burning--set on fire by Mamonovs Cossacks. "But look here, brothers, theres another fire!" remarked an orderly. All turned their attention to the glow. "But they told us Little Mytishchi had been set on fire by Mamonovs Cossacks." "But thats not Mytishchi, its farther away." "Look, it must be in Moscow!" Two of the gazers went round to the other side of the coach and sat down on its steps. "Its more to the left, why, Little Mytishchi is over there, and this is right on the other side." Several men joined the first two. "See how its flaring," said one. "Thats a fire in Moscow: either in the Sushchevski or the Rogozhski quarter." No one replied to this remark and for some time they all gazed silently at the spreading flames of the second fire in the distance. Old Daniel Terentich, the counts valet (as he was called), came up to the group and shouted at Mishka. "What are you staring at, you good-for-nothing?... The count will be calling and theres nobody there; go and gather the clothes together." "I only ran out to get some water," said Mishka. "But what do you think, Daniel Terentich? Doesnt it look as if that glow were in Moscow?" remarked one of the footmen. Daniel Terentich made no reply, and again for a long time they were all silent. The glow spread, rising and falling, farther and farther still. "God have mercy.... Its windy and dry..." said another voice. "Just look! See what its doing now. O Lord! You can even see the crows flying. Lord have mercy on us sinners!" "Theyll put it out, no fear!" "Whos to put it out?" Daniel Terentich, who had hitherto been silent, was heard to say. His voice was calm and deliberate. "Moscow it is, brothers," said he. "Mother Moscow, the white..." his voice faltered, and he gave way to an old mans sob. And it was as if they had all only waited for this to realize the significance for them of the glow they were watching. Sighs were heard, words of prayer, and the sobbing of the counts old valet. CHAPTER XXXI The valet, returning to the cottage, informed the count that Moscow was burning. The count donned his dressing gown and went out to look. Sonya and Madame Schoss, who had not yet undressed, went out with him. Only Natasha and the countess remained in the room. Petya was no longer with the family, he had gone on with his regiment which was making for Troitsa. The countess, on hearing that Moscow was on fire, began to cry. Natasha, pale, with a fixed look, was sitting on the bench under the icons just where she had sat down on arriving and paid no attention to her fathers words. She was listening to the ceaseless moaning of the adjutant, three houses off. "Oh, how terrible," said Sonya returning from the yard chilled and frightened. "I believe the whole of Moscow will burn, theres an awful glow! Natasha, do look! You can see it from the window," she said to her cousin, evidently wishing to distract her mind. But Natasha looked at her as if not understanding what

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