Then he began to imagine that the Russians were running away and that he himself was killed, but he quickly roused himself with a feeling of joy, as if learning afresh that this was not so but that on the contrary the French had run away.

He again recalled all the details of the victory and his own calm courage during the battle, and feeling reassured he dozed off....

The dark starry night was followed by a bright cheerful morning.

The snow was thawing in the sunshine, the horses galloped quickly, and on both sides of the road were forests of different kinds, fields, and villages.

At one of the post stations he overtook a convoy of Russian wounded.