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Field of battle, to a general standing beside him. The general, who received this order, ran by Pierre down the descent from the mound. To ride across! the general said coldly and severely, in answer to a question from one of the staff. And I too, I too, thought Pierre, and he went in the same direction. The general mounted a horse, led up to him by a Cossack. Pierre went up to the groom, who was holding his horses.
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