That same night, Rostov was with a platoon on skirmishing duty in front of Bagration"s detachment. His hu ars were placed along the line in couples and he himself rode along the line trying to master the sleepine that kept coming over him. An enormous space, with our army"s campfires dimly glowing in the fog, could be seen behind him; in front of him was misty darkne . Rostov could see nothing, peer as he would into that foggy distance: now something gl ......
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