Actually, rather a bizarre piece of espionage. Nothing in this chapter goes quite the way you expect it.
Dolohov and Petya run into the French, and for the most of the chapter you feel like Dolohov will get caught. Everything he does has an air of obvious fakery about it.
And yet he does not. Is Tolstoy saying something about the French? Or is this chapter just meant to be another example of Dolohov’s extraordinary ability to come out on top in any situation?
I’m not really sure . . . and the kiss at the end is equally ambiguous. Hero worship? A Russian thing? Or a hint of homosexuality?
Who knows? But we now know the layout of the French, and we’re all set for the attack tomorrow.