Collage 430

On his way, Alpatych met and passed baggage trains and troops. Driving up to Smolensk, he heard distant shooting, but these sounds did not strike him. What struck him most strongly was when, nearing Smolensk, he saw a beautiful field of oats, which some soldiers were mowing, evidently for fodder, and on which they had pitched their camp; this circumstance struck Alpatych, but he soon forgot it, thinking about his own business. --p. 693 in P/V

Lynn Waskelis
from page 115-116 of original text
collage, ink
made 3/18/11
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 692-693