BOOK TEN: 1812
4. CHAPTER IV
 (continued)
Alpatych went up to a large crowd standing before a high barn
 which was blazing briskly. The walls were all on fire and the back
 wall had fallen in, the wooden roof was collapsing, and the rafters
 were alight. The crowd was evidently watching for the roof to fall in,
 and Alpatych watched for it too. 
"Alpatych!" a familiar voice suddenly hailed the old man. 
"Mercy on us! Your excellency!" answered Alpatych, immediately
 recognizing the voice of his young prince. 
Prince Andrew in his riding cloak, mounted on a black horse, was
 looking at Alpatych from the back of the crowd. 
"Why are you here?" he asked. 
"Your... your excellency," stammered Alpatych and broke into sobs.
 "Are we really lost? Master!..." 
"Why are you here?" Prince Andrew repeated. 
At that moment the flames flared up and showed his young master's
 pale worn face. Alpatych told how he had been sent there and how
 difficult it was to get away. 
"Are we really quite lost, your excellency?" he asked again. 
Prince Andrew without replying took out a notebook and raising his
 knee began writing in pencil on a page he tore out. He wrote to his
 sister: 
"Smolensk is being abandoned. Bald Hills will be occupied by the
 enemy within a week. Set off immediately for Moscow. Let me know at
 once when you will start. Send by special messenger to Usvyazh." 
Having written this and given the paper to Alpatych, he told him how
 to arrange for departure of the prince, the princess, his son, and the
 boy's tutor, and how and where to let him know immediately. Before
 he had had time to finish giving these instructions, a chief of
 staff followed by a suite galloped up to him. 
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