Pierre ran down.
"No, now they'll stop it, now they'll be horrified at what they've done!" he thought, aimlessly following behind the crowds of stretchers moving off the battlefield.
But the sun, veiled in smoke, was still high, and ahead, and especially to the left near Semyonovskoe, something seethed in the smoke, and the roar of gunfire, musketry and cannonades not only did not abate, but intensified to the point of despair, like a straining man crying out with his last strength.
from page 243-244, volume 2 of original text
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Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 797-798