"Help him up. Sit down, dear fellow, sit down! Spread out the cloak, Antonov."

Dolokhov stood at the gate of the ruined house, letting a crowd of disarmed Frenchmen pass by. The French, excited by all that had happened, were talking loudly among themselves, but as they passed Dolokhov who gently switched his boots with his whip and watched them with cold glassy eyes that boded no good, they became silent. On the opposite side stood Dolokhov`s Cossack, counting the prisoners and marking off each hundred with a chalk line on the gate.