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"
And
why
are
they
stopping
?
There
's
no
proper
order
!
"
said
the
soldiers
.
"
Where
are
you
shoving
to
?
Devil
take
you
!
Ca
n't
you
wait
?
It
'll
be
worse
if
he
fires
the
bridge
.
See
,
here
's
an
officer
jammed
in
too
"
--
different
voices
were
saying
in
the
crowd
,
as
the
men
looked
at
one
another
,
and
all
pressed
toward
the
exit
from
the
bridge
.
Looking
down
at
the
waters
of
the
Enns
under
the
bridge
,
Nesvítski
suddenly
heard
a
sound
new
to
him
,
of
something
swiftly
approaching
...
something
big
,
that
splashed
into
the
water
.
"
Just
see
where
it
carries
to
!
"
a
soldier
near
by
said
sternly
,
looking
round
at
the
sound
.
"
Encouraging
us
to
get
along
quicker
,
"
said
another
uneasily
.
The
crowd
moved
on
again
.
Nesvítski
realized
that
it
was
a
cannon
ball
.
"
Hey
,
Cossack
,
my
horse
!
"
he
said
.
"
Now
,
then
,
you
there
!
get
out
of
the
way
!
Make
way
!
"
With
great
difficulty
he
managed
to
get
to
his
horse
,
and
shouting
continually
he
moved
on
.
The
soldiers
squeezed
themselves
to
make
way
for
him
,
but
again
pressed
on
him
so
that
they
jammed
his
leg
,
and
those
nearest
him
were
not
to
blame
for
they
were
themselves
pressed
still
harder
from
behind
.
"
Nesvítski
,
Nesvítski
!
you
numskull
!
"
came
a
hoarse
voice
from
behind
him
.
Nesvítski
looked
round
and
saw
,
some
fifteen
paces
away
but
separated
by
the
living
mass
of
moving
infantry
,
Váska
Denísov
,
red
and
shaggy
,
with
his
cap
on
the
back
of
his
black
head
and
a
cloak
hanging
jauntily
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Tell
these
devils
,
these
fiends
,
to
let
me
pass
!
"
shouted
Denísov
evidently
in
a
fit
of
rage
,
his
coal-black
eyes
with
their
bloodshot
whites
glittering
and
rolling
as
he
waved
his
sheathed
saber
in
a
small
bare
hand
as
red
as
his
face
.
