I love the incongruous images in the scenes on these pages. Tolstoy does such a wonderful job of showing us the beauty of the sunrise at the same time bringing the battle into focus as the mist of the early morning gives way to smoke of gunfire.
"Everywhere over this mist and smoke gleams of morning light flashed--on the water, on the dew, on the bayonets of the soldiers who crowded along the banks and in Borodino."
from page 233-234, Volume 2 of original text
collage, copper leaf, ink
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 789-790