Having run through different yards and side streets, Pierre got back with hi_ittle burden to the Gruzinski garden at the corner of the Povarskoy. He di_ot at first recognize the place from which he had set out to look for th_hild, so crowded was it now with people and goods that had been dragged ou_f the houses. Besides Russian families who had taken refuge here from th_ire with their belongings, there were several French soldiers in a variety o_lothing. Pierre took no notice of them. He hurried to find the family of tha_ivil servant in order to restore the daughter to her mother and go to sav_omeone else. Pierre felt that he had still much to do and to do quickly.
Glowing with the heat and from running, he felt at that moment more strongl_han ever the sense of youth, animation, and determination that had come o_im when he ran to save the child. She had now become quiet and, clinging wit_er little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like som_ittle wild animal. He glanced at her occasionally with a slight smile. H_ancied he saw something pathetically innocent in that frightened, sickl_ittle face.
He did not find the civil servant or his wife where he had left them. H_alked among the crowd with rapid steps, scanning the various faces he met.
Involuntarily he noticed a Georgian or Armenian family consisting of a ver_andsome old man of Oriental type, wearing a new, cloth-covered, sheepski_oat and new boots, an old woman of similar type, and a young woman. That ver_oung woman seemed to Pierre the perfection of Oriental beauty, with he_harply outlined, arched, black eyebrows and the extraordinarily soft, brigh_olor of her long, beautiful, expressionless face. Amid the scattered propert_nd the crowd on the open space, she, in her rich satin cloak with a brigh_ilac shawl on her head, suggested a delicate exotic plant thrown out onto th_now. She was sitting on some bundles a little behind the old woman, an_ooked from under her long lashes with motionless, large, almond-shaped eye_t the ground before her. Evidently she was aware of her beauty and fearfu_ecause of it. Her face struck Pierre and, hurrying along by the fence, h_urned several times to look at her. When he had reached the fence, stil_ithout finding those he sought, he stopped and looked about him.
With the child in his arms his figure was now more conspicuous than before,
and a group of Russians, both men and women, gathered about him.
"Have you lost anyone, my dear fellow? You're of the gentry yourself, aren'_ou? Whose child is it?" they asked him.
Pierre replied that the child belonged to a woman in a black coat who had bee_itting there with her other children, and he asked whether anyone knew wher_he had gone.
"Why, that must be the Anferovs," said an old deacon, addressing a pockmarke_easant woman. "Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy!" he added in his customar_ass.
"The Anferovs? No," said the woman. "They left in the morning. That must b_ither Mary Nikolievna's or the Ivanovs'!"
"He says 'a woman,' and Mary Nikolievna is a lady," remarked a house serf.
"Do you know her? She's thin, with long teeth," said Pierre.
"That's Mary Nikolievna! They went inside the garden when these wolves swoope_own," said the woman, pointing to the French soldiers.
"O Lord, have mercy!" added the deacon.
"Go over that way, they're there. It's she! She kept on lamenting and crying,"
continued the woman. "It's she. Here, this way!"
But Pierre was not listening to the woman. He had for some seconds bee_ntently watching what was going on a few steps away. He was looking at th_rmenian family and at two French soldiers who had gone up to them. One o_hese, a nimble little man, was wearing a blue coat tied round the waist wit_ rope. He had a nightcap on his head and his feet were bare. The other, whos_ppearance particularly struck Pierre, was a long, lank, round-shouldered,
fair-haired man, slow in his movements and with an idiotic expression of face.
He wore a woman's loose gown of frieze, blue trousers, and large torn Hessia_oots. The little barefooted Frenchman in the blue coat went up to th_rmenians and, saying something, immediately seized the old man by his leg_nd the old man at once began pulling off his boots. The other in the friez_own stopped in front of the beautiful Armenian girl and with his hands in hi_ockets stood staring at her, motionless and silent.
"Here, take the child!" said Pierre peremptorily and hurriedly to the woman,
handing the little girl to her. "Give her back to them, give her back!" h_lmost shouted, putting the child, who began screaming, on the ground, an_gain looking at the Frenchman and the Armenian family.
The old man was already sitting barefoot. The little Frenchman had secured hi_econd boot and was slapping one boot against the other. The old man wa_aying something in a voice broken by sobs, but Pierre caught but a glimpse o_his, his whole attention was directed to the Frenchman in the frieze gown wh_eanwhile, swaying slowly from side to side, had drawn nearer to the youn_oman and taking his hands from his pockets had seized her by the neck.
The beautiful Armenian still sat motionless and in the same attitude, with he_ong lashes drooping as if she did not see or feel what the soldier was doin_o her.
While Pierre was running the few steps that separated him from the Frenchman,
the tall marauder in the frieze gown was already tearing from her neck th_ecklace the young Armenian was wearing, and the young woman, clutching at he_eck, screamed piercingly.
"Let that woman alone!" exclaimed Pierre hoarsely in a furious voice, seizin_he soldier by his round shoulders and throwing him aside.
The soldier fell, got up, and ran away. But his comrade, throwing down th_oots and drawing his sword, moved threateningly toward Pierre.
"Voyons, Pas de betises!"[](footnotes.xml#footnote_104) he cried. Pierr_as in such a transport of rage that he remembered nothing and his strengt_ncreased tenfold. He rushed at the barefooted Frenchman and, before th_atter had time to draw his sword, knocked him off his feet and hammered hi_ith his fists. Shouts of approval were heard from the crowd around, and a_he same moment a mounted patrol of French Uhlans appeared from round th_orner. The Uhlans came up at a trot to Pierre and the Frenchman an_urrounded them. Pierre remembered nothing of what happened after that. H_nly remembered beating someone and being beaten and finally feeling that hi_ands were bound and that a crowd of French soldiers stood around him and wer_earching him. "Lieutenant, he has a dagger," were the first words Pierr_nderstood. "Ah, a weapon?" said the officer and turned to the barefoote_oldier who had been arrested with Pierre. "All right, you can tell all abou_t at the court-martial." Then he turned to Pierre. "Do you speak French?"
Pierre looked around him with bloodshot eyes and did not reply. His fac_robably looked very terrible, for the officer said something in a whisper an_our more Uhlans left the ranks and placed themselves on both sides of Pierre.
"Do you speak French?" the officer asked again, keeping at a distance fro_ierre. "Call the interpreter." A little man in Russian civilian clothes rod_ut from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at onc_new him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops. "He does no_ook like a common man," said the interpreter, after a searching look a_ierre. "Ah, he looks very much like an incendiary," remarked the officer.
"And ask him who he is," he added. "Who are you?" asked the interpreter i_oor Russian. "You must answer the chief." "I will not tell you who I am. I a_our prisoner—take me!" Pierre suddenly replied in French. "Ah, ah!" muttere_he officer with a frown. "Well then, march!" A crowd had collected round th_hlans. Nearest to Pierre stood the pockmarked peasant woman with the littl_irl, and when the patrol started she moved forward. "Where are they takin_ou to, you poor dear?" said she. "And the little girl, the little girl, wha_m I to do with her if she's not theirs?" said the woman. "What does tha_oman want?" asked the officer. Pierre was as if intoxicated. His elatio_ncreased at the sight of the little girl he had saved. "What does she want?"
he murmured. "She is bringing me my daughter whom I have just saved from th_lames," said he. "Good-by!" And without knowing how this aimless lie ha_scaped him, he went along with resolute and triumphant steps between th_rench soldiers. The French patrol was one of those sent out through th_arious streets of Moscow by Durosnel's order to put a stop to the pillage,
and especially to catch the incendiaries who, according to the general opinio_hich had that day originated among the higher French officers, were the caus_f the conflagrations. After marching through a number of streets the patro_rrested five more Russian suspects: a small shopkeeper, two seminar_tudents, a peasant, and a house serf, besides several looters. But of al_hese various suspected characters, Pierre was considered to be the mos_uspicious of all. When they had all been brought for the night to a larg_ouse on the Zubov Rampart that was being used as a guardhouse, Pierre wa_laced apart under strict guard.