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"
"
There
now
!
"
said
the
officer
of
the
suite
,
"
that
's
grapeshot
.
"
He
pointed
to
the
French
guns
,
the
limbers
of
which
were
being
detached
and
hurriedly
removed
.
On
the
French
side
,
amid
the
groups
with
cannon
,
a
cloud
of
smoke
appeared
,
then
a
second
and
a
third
almost
simultaneously
,
and
at
the
moment
when
the
first
report
was
heard
a
fourth
was
seen
.
Then
two
reports
one
after
another
,
and
a
third
.
"
Oh
!
Oh
!
"
groaned
Nesvítski
as
if
in
fierce
pain
,
seizing
the
officer
of
the
suite
by
the
arm
.
"
Look
!
A
man
has
fallen
!
Fallen
,
fallen
!
"
"
Two
,
I
think
.
"
"
If
I
were
Tsar
I
would
never
go
to
war
,
"
said
Nesvítski
,
turning
away
.
The
French
guns
were
hastily
reloaded
.
The
infantry
in
their
blue
uniforms
advanced
toward
the
bridge
at
a
run
.
Smoke
appeared
again
but
at
irregular
intervals
,
and
grapeshot
cracked
and
rattled
onto
the
bridge
.
But
this
time
Nesvítski
could
not
see
what
was
happening
there
,
as
a
dense
cloud
of
smoke
arose
from
it
.
The
hussars
had
succeeded
in
setting
it
on
fire
and
the
French
batteries
were
now
firing
at
them
,
no
longer
to
hinder
them
but
because
the
guns
were
trained
and
there
was
someone
to
fire
at
.
The
French
had
time
to
fire
three
rounds
of
grapeshot
before
the
hussars
got
back
to
their
horses
.
Two
were
misdirected
and
the
shot
went
too
high
,
but
the
last
round
fell
in
the
midst
of
a
group
of
hussars
and
knocked
three
of
them
over
.
Rostóv
,
absorbed
by
his
relations
with
Bogdánich
,
had
paused
on
the
bridge
not
knowing
what
to
do
.
