#Tolstoy gives voice to the vast expanse of sky Andrei saw seven years earlier.
'Over the whole field, once so gaily beautiful, with its gleaming bayonets and puffs of smoke in the morning sun, there now hung the murk of dampness and smoke and the strangely acidic smell of saltpeter and blood. Small clouds gathered and rain began to sprinkle on the dead, the wounded, the frightened, and on the exhausted, and on the doubtful men. It was as if it were saying: "Enough, enough, men. Stop now ... Come to your senses. What are you doing?"'
— War and Peace Vol. 3, Part 2. Chapter 39, Pevear and Volokhonsky translation