The road to the right turned out to be... How did Mother say she was passing by? Or is she passing by? In short, the road was shitty. It was a swamp, a storm, a black gloomy spruce tree... In such a spruce-tree I wanted to get lucky or to get stuck. However, Antonin suddenly realized that he did not have any stick in his sight and there was no sheath from it, and in general there was nothing habitual except black robes reminiscent of a torn black jacket and soft comfortable boots on it. Dolokhov continued to go forward, already on one stubbornness - and, at last, saw the light...