Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Collage 490

Pierre has bumbled himself into the midst of battle.

"Pierre saw that there was a bridge ahead of him, and that on both sides of the bridge, and on the meadow, among those rows of mowed hay he had noticed the day before, soldiers were doing something in the smoke, but, despite the incessant shooting that was going on there, it never occurred to him that this was precisely the field of battle. He did not hear the sounds of bullets whistling on all sides... and for a long time did not see the dead and wounded, though many fell not far from him. With a smile that never left his face, he looked about him."

Lucy Arrington
from page 235-236, volume 2 of original text
collage, graphite
made 4/29/11
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 790-792

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