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Having
cleared
the
way
Denísov
stopped
at
the
end
of
the
bridge
.
Carelessly
holding
in
his
stallion
that
was
neighing
and
pawing
the
ground
,
eager
to
rejoin
its
fellows
,
he
watched
his
squadron
draw
nearer
.
Then
the
clang
of
hoofs
,
as
of
several
horses
galloping
,
resounded
on
the
planks
of
the
bridge
,
and
the
squadron
,
officers
in
front
and
men
four
abreast
,
spread
across
the
bridge
and
began
to
emerge
on
his
side
of
it
.
The
infantry
who
had
been
stopped
crowded
near
the
bridge
in
the
trampled
mud
and
gazed
with
that
particular
feeling
of
ill-will
,
estrangement
,
and
ridicule
with
which
troops
of
different
arms
usually
encounter
one
another
at
the
clean
,
smart
hussars
who
moved
past
them
in
regular
order
.
"
Smart
lads
!
Only
fit
for
a
fair
!
"
said
one
.
"
What
good
are
they
?
They
're
led
about
just
for
show
!
"
remarked
another
"
Do
n't
kick
up
the
dust
,
you
infantry
!
"
jested
an
hussar
whose
prancing
horse
had
splashed
mud
over
some
foot
soldiers
.
"
I
'd
like
to
put
you
on
a
two
days
'
march
with
a
knapsack
!
Your
fine
cords
would
soon
get
a
bit
rubbed
,
"
said
an
infantryman
,
wiping
the
mud
off
his
face
with
his
sleeve
.
"
Perched
up
there
,
you
're
more
like
a
bird
than
a
man
.
"
"
There
now
,
Zíkin
,
they
ought
to
put
you
on
a
horse
.
You
'd
look
fine
,
"
said
a
corporal
,
chaffing
a
thin
little
soldier
who
bent
under
the
weight
of
his
knapsack
.
"
Take
a
stick
between
your
legs
,
that
'll
suit
you
for
a
horse
!
"
the
hussar
shouted
back
.
The
last
of
the
infantry
hurriedly
crossed
the
bridge
,
squeezing
together
as
they
approached
it
as
if
passing
through
a
funnel
.
At
last
the
baggage
wagons
had
all
crossed
,
the
crush
was
less
,
and
the
last
battalion
came
onto
the
bridge
.
Only
Denísov
's
squadron
of
hussars
remained
on
the
farther
side
of
the
bridge
facing
the
enemy
,
who
could
be
seen
from
the
hill
on
the
opposite
bank
but
was
not
yet
visible
from
the
bridge
,
for
the
horizon
as
seen
from
the
valley
through
which
the
river
flowed
was
formed
by
the
rising
ground
only
half
a
mile
away
.
At
the
foot
of
the
hill
lay
wasteland
over
which
a
few
groups
of
our
Cossack
scouts
were
moving
.
Suddenly
on
the
road
at
the
top
of
the
high
ground
,
artillery
and
troops
in
blue
uniform
were
seen
.
These
were
the
French
.
A
group
of
Cossack
scouts
retired
down
the
hill
at
a
trot
.
All
the
officers
and
men
of
Denísov
's
squadron
,
though
they
tried
to
talk
of
other
things
and
to
look
in
other
directions
,
thought
only
of
what
was
there
on
the
hilltop
,
and
kept
constantly
looking
at
the
patches
appearing
on
the
skyline
,
which
they
knew
to
be
the
enemy
's
troops
.
The
weather
had
cleared
again
since
noon
and
the
sun
was
descending
brightly
upon
the
Danube
and
the
dark
hills
around
it
.
It
was
calm
,
and
at
intervals
the
bugle
calls
and
the
shouts
of
the
enemy
could
be
heard
from
the
hill
.
There
was
no
one
now
between
the
squadron
and
the
enemy
except
a
few
scattered
skirmishers
.
An
empty
space
of
some
seven
hundred
yards
was
all
that
separated
them
.
The
enemy
ceased
firing
,
and
that
stern
,
threatening
,
inaccessible
,
and
intangible
line
which
separates
two
hostile
armies
was
all
the
more
clearly
felt
.
