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Timokhin, armed only with a sword, had rushed at the enemy with such a desperate cry and such mad, drunken determination that, taken by surprise, the French had thrown down their muskets and run.

Dolokhov, running beside Timokhin, killed a Frenchman at close quarters and was the first to seize the surrendering French officer by his collar.

Our fugitives returned, the battalions re-formed, and the French who had nearly cut our left flank in half were for the moment repulsed.

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