1 The night was foggy and through the fog the moonlight gleamed mysteriously.
2 The fog had grown so dense that though it was growing light they could not see ten paces ahead.
3 The fog that was dispersing on the hill lay still more densely below, where they were descending.
4 Four more reports followed at intervals, and the bullets passed somewhere in the fog singing in different tones.
5 The fog had begun to clear and enemy troops were already dimly visible about a mile and a half off on the opposite heights.
6 An enormous space, with our army's campfires dimly glowing in the fog, could be seen behind him; in front of him was misty darkness.
7 Below, where the fight was beginning, there was still thick fog; on the higher ground it was clearing, but nothing could be seen of what was going on in front.
8 The fog lay unbroken like a sea down below, but higher up at the village of Schlappanitz where Napoleon stood with his marshals around him, it was quite light.
9 But when they had marched for about an hour in the dense fog, the greater part of the men had to halt and an unpleasant consciousness of some dislocation and blunder spread through the ranks.
10 The column moved forward without knowing where and unable, from the masses around them, the smoke and the increasing fog, to see either the place they were leaving or that to which they were going.
11 But the columns advanced for a long time, always in the same fog, descending and ascending hills, avoiding gardens and enclosures, going over new and unknown ground, and nowhere encountering the enemy.
12 And before Rostov had time to make out what the black thing was that had suddenly appeared in the fog, there was a flash, followed by a report, and a bullet whizzing high up in the mist with a plaintive sound passed out of hearing.
13 She sang him his favorite songs, showed him her album, making him write in it, did not allow him to allude to the past, letting it be understood how delightful was the present; and every day he went away in a fog, without having said what he meant to, and not knowing what he was doing or why he came, or how it would all end.