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<h2> CHAPTER XXXIX </h2>
<p>Several tens of thousands of the slain lay in diverse postures and various
uniforms on the fields and meadows belonging to the Davydov family and to
the crown serfs—those fields and meadows where for hundreds of years
the peasants of Borodino, Gorki, Shevardino, and Semenovsk had reaped
their harvests and pastured their cattle. At the dressing stations the
grass and earth were soaked with blood for a space of some three acres
around. Crowds of men of various arms, wounded and unwounded, with
frightened faces, dragged themselves back to Mozhaysk from the one army
and back to Valuevo from the other. Other crowds, exhausted and hungry,
went forward led by their officers. Others held their ground and continued
to fire.</p>
<p>Over the whole field, previously so gaily beautiful with the glitter of
bayonets and cloudlets of smoke in the morning sun, there now spread a
mist of damp and smoke and a strange acid smell of saltpeter and blood.
Clouds gathered and drops of rain began to fall on the dead and wounded,
on the frightened, exhausted, and hesitating men, as if to say: "Enough,
men! Enough! Cease... bethink yourselves! What are you doing?"</p>
<p>To the men of both sides alike, worn out by want of food and rest, it
began equally to appear doubtful whether they should continue to slaughter
one another; all the faces expressed hesitation, and the question arose in
every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?... You may go
and kill whom you please, but I don't want to do so anymore!" By evening
this thought had ripened in every soul. At any moment these men might have
been seized with horror at what they were doing and might have thrown up
everything and run away anywhere.</p>
<p>But though toward the end of the battle the men felt all the horror of
what they were doing, though they would have been glad to leave off, some
incomprehensible, mysterious power continued to control them, and they
still brought up the charges, loaded, aimed, and applied the match, though
only one artilleryman survived out of every three, and though they
stumbled and panted with fatigue, perspiring and stained with blood and
powder. The cannon balls flew just as swiftly and cruelly from both sides,
crushing human bodies, and that terrible work which was not done by the
will of a man but at the will of Him who governs men and worlds continued.</p>
<p>Anyone looking at the disorganized rear of the Russian army would have
said that, if only the French made one more slight effort, it would
disappear; and anyone looking at the rear of the French army would have
said that the Russians need only make one more slight effort and the
French would be destroyed. But neither the French nor the Russians made
that effort, and the flame of battle burned slowly out.</p>
<p>The Russians did not make that effort because they were not attacking the
French. At the beginning of the battle they stood blocking the way to
Moscow and they still did so at the end of the battle as at the beginning.
But even had the aim of the Russians been to drive the French from their
positions, they could not have made this last effort, for all the Russian
troops had been broken up, there was no part of the Russian army that had
not suffered in the battle, and though still holding their positions they
had lost ONE HALF of their army.</p>
<p>The French, with the memory of all their former victories during fifteen
years, with the assurance of Napoleon's invincibility, with the
consciousness that they had captured part of the battlefield and had lost
only a quarter of their men and still had their Guards intact, twenty
thousand strong, might easily have made that effort. The French who had
attacked the Russian army in order to drive it from its position ought to
have made that effort, for as long as the Russians continued to block the
road to Moscow as before, the aim of the French had not been attained and
all their efforts and losses were in vain. But the French did not make
that effort. Some historians say that Napoleon need only have used his Old
Guards, who were intact, and the battle would have been won. To speak of
what would have happened had Napoleon sent his Guards is like talking of
what would happen if autumn became spring. It could not be. Napoleon did
not give his Guards, not because he did not want to, but because it could
not be done. All the generals, officers, and soldiers of the French army
knew it could not be done, because the flagging spirit of the troops would
not permit it.</p>
<p>It was not Napoleon alone who had experienced that nightmare feeling of
the mighty arm being stricken powerless, but all the generals and soldiers
of his army whether they had taken part in the battle or not, after all
their experience of previous battles—when after one tenth of such
efforts the enemy had fled—experienced a similar feeling of terror
before an enemy who, after losing HALF his men, stood as threateningly at
the end as at the beginning of the battle. The moral force of the
attacking French army was exhausted. Not that sort of victory which is
defined by the capture of pieces of material fastened to sticks, called
standards, and of the ground on which the troops had stood and were
standing, but a moral victory that convinces the enemy of the moral
superiority of his opponent and of his own impotence was gained by the
Russians at Borodino. The French invaders, like an infuriated animal that
has in its onslaught received a mortal wound, felt that they were
perishing, but could not stop, any more than the Russian army, weaker by
one half, could help swerving. By impetus gained, the French army was
still able to roll forward to Moscow, but there, without further effort on
the part of the Russians, it had to perish, bleeding from the mortal wound
it had received at Borodino. The direct consequence of the battle of
Borodino was Napoleon's senseless flight from Moscow, his retreat along
the old Smolensk road, the destruction of the invading army of five
hundred thousand men, and the downfall of Napoleonic France, on which at
Borodino for the first time the hand of an opponent of stronger spirit had
been laid.</p>
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