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"
Crew
,
to
your
guns
!
"
commanded
the
officer
.
In
a
moment
the
men
came
running
gaily
from
their
campfires
and
began
loading
.
"
One
!
"
came
the
command
Number
one
jumped
briskly
aside
.
The
gun
rang
out
with
a
deafening
metallic
roar
,
and
a
whistling
grenade
flew
above
the
heads
of
our
troops
below
the
hill
and
fell
far
short
of
the
enemy
,
a
little
smoke
showing
the
spot
where
it
burst
.
The
faces
of
officers
and
men
brightened
up
at
the
sound
.
Everyone
got
up
and
began
watching
the
movements
of
our
troops
below
,
as
plainly
visible
as
if
but
a
stone
's
throw
away
,
and
the
movements
of
the
approaching
enemy
farther
off
.
At
the
same
instant
the
sun
came
fully
out
from
behind
the
clouds
,
and
the
clear
sound
of
the
solitary
shot
and
the
brilliance
of
the
bright
sunshine
merged
in
a
single
joyous
and
spirited
impression
.
Two
of
the
enemy
's
shots
had
already
flown
across
the
bridge
,
where
there
was
a
crush
.
Halfway
across
stood
Prince
Nesvítski
,
who
had
alighted
from
his
horse
and
whose
big
body
was
jammed
against
the
railings
.
He
looked
back
laughing
to
the
Cossack
who
stood
a
few
steps
behind
him
holding
two
horses
by
their
bridles
.
Each
time
Prince
Nesvítski
tried
to
move
on
,
soldiers
and
carts
pushed
him
back
again
and
pressed
him
against
the
railings
,
and
all
he
could
do
was
to
smile
.
"
What
a
fine
fellow
you
are
,
friend
!
"
said
the
Cossack
to
a
convoy
soldier
with
a
wagon
,
who
was
pressing
onto
the
infantrymen
who
were
crowded
together
close
to
his
wheels
and
his
horses
.
"
What
a
fellow
!
You
ca
n't
wait
a
moment
!
Do
n't
you
see
the
general
wants
to
pass
?
"
But
the
convoyman
took
no
notice
of
the
word
"
general
"
and
shouted
at
the
soldiers
who
were
blocking
his
way
.
"
Hi
there
,
boys
!
Keep
to
the
left
!
Wait
a
bit
.
"
But
the
soldiers
,
crowded
together
shoulder
to
shoulder
,
their
bayonets
interlocking
,
moved
over
the
bridge
in
a
dense
mass
.
Looking
down
over
the
rails
Prince
Nesvítski
saw
the
rapid
,
noisy
little
waves
of
the
Enns
,
which
rippling
and
eddying
round
the
piles
of
the
bridge
chased
each
other
along
.
Looking
on
the
bridge
he
saw
equally
uniform
living
waves
of
soldiers
,
shoulder
straps
,
covered
shakos
,
knapsacks
,
bayonets
,
long
muskets
,
and
,
under
the
shakos
,
faces
with
broad
cheekbones
,
sunken
cheeks
,
and
listless
tired
expressions
,
and
feet
that
moved
through
the
sticky
mud
that
covered
the
planks
of
the
bridge
.
Sometimes
through
the
monotonous
waves
of
men
,
like
a
fleck
of
white
foam
on
the
waves
of
the
Enns
,
an
officer
,
in
a
cloak
and
with
a
type
of
face
different
from
that
of
the
men
,
squeezed
his
way
along
;
sometimes
like
a
chip
of
wood
whirling
in
the
river
,
an
hussar
on
foot
,
an
orderly
,
or
a
townsman
was
carried
through
the
waves
of
infantry
;
and
sometimes
like
a
log
floating
down
the
river
,
an
officers
'
or
company
's
baggage
wagon
,
piled
high
,
leather
covered
,
and
hemmed
in
on
all
sides
,
moved
across
the
bridge
.
"
It
's
as
if
a
dam
had
burst
,
"
said
the
Cossack
hopelessly
.
"
Are
there
many
more
of
you
to
come
?
"
