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Prince
Andrew
during
the
battle
had
been
in
attendance
on
the
Austrian
General
Schmidt
,
who
was
killed
in
the
action
.
His
horse
had
been
wounded
under
him
and
his
own
arm
slightly
grazed
by
a
bullet
.
As
a
mark
of
the
commander
in
chief
's
special
favor
he
was
sent
with
the
news
of
this
victory
to
the
Austrian
court
,
now
no
longer
at
Vienna
(
which
was
threatened
by
the
French
)
but
at
Brünn
.
Despite
his
apparently
delicate
build
Prince
Andrew
could
endure
physical
fatigue
far
better
than
many
very
muscular
men
,
and
on
the
night
of
the
battle
,
having
arrived
at
Krems
excited
but
not
weary
,
with
dispatches
from
Dokhtúrov
to
Kutúzov
,
he
was
sent
immediately
with
a
special
dispatch
to
Brünn
.
To
be
so
sent
meant
not
only
a
reward
but
an
important
step
toward
promotion
.
The
night
was
dark
but
starry
,
the
road
showed
black
in
the
snow
that
had
fallen
the
previous
day
--
the
day
of
the
battle
.
Reviewing
his
impressions
of
the
recent
battle
,
picturing
pleasantly
to
himself
the
impression
his
news
of
a
victory
would
create
,
or
recalling
the
send-off
given
him
by
the
commander
in
chief
and
his
fellow
officers
,
Prince
Andrew
was
galloping
along
in
a
post
chaise
enjoying
the
feelings
of
a
man
who
has
at
length
begun
to
attain
a
long-desired
happiness
.
As
soon
as
he
closed
his
eyes
his
ears
seemed
filled
with
the
rattle
of
the
wheels
and
the
sensation
of
victory
.
Then
he
began
to
imagine
that
the
Russians
were
running
away
and
that
he
himself
was
killed
,
but
he
quickly
roused
himself
with
a
feeling
of
joy
,
as
if
learning
afresh
that
this
was
not
so
but
that
on
the
contrary
the
French
had
run
away
.
He
again
recalled
all
the
details
of
the
victory
and
his
own
calm
courage
during
the
battle
,
and
feeling
reassured
he
dozed
off
...
The
dark
starry
night
was
followed
by
a
bright
cheerful
morning
.
The
snow
was
thawing
in
the
sunshine
,
the
horses
galloped
quickly
,
and
on
both
sides
of
the
road
were
forests
of
different
kinds
,
fields
,
and
villages
.
At
one
of
the
post
stations
he
overtook
a
convoy
of
Russian
wounded
.
The
Russian
officer
in
charge
of
the
transport
lolled
back
in
the
front
cart
,
shouting
and
scolding
a
soldier
with
coarse
abuse
.
In
each
of
the
long
German
carts
six
or
more
pale
,
dirty
,
bandaged
men
were
being
jolted
over
the
stony
road
.
Some
of
them
were
talking
(
he
heard
Russian
words
)
,
others
were
eating
bread
;
the
more
severely
wounded
looked
silently
,
with
the
languid
interest
of
sick
children
,
at
the
envoy
hurrying
past
them
.
Prince
Andrew
told
his
driver
to
stop
,
and
asked
a
soldier
in
what
action
they
had
been
wounded
.
"
Day
before
yesterday
,
on
the
Danube
,
"
answered
the
soldier
.
Prince
Andrew
took
out
his
purse
and
gave
the
soldier
three
gold
pieces
.
"
That
's
for
them
all
,
"
he
said
to
the
officer
who
came
up
.
"
Get
well
soon
,
lads
!
"
he
continued
,
turning
to
the
soldiers
.
"
There
's
plenty
to
do
still
.
"
"
What
news
,
sir
?
"
asked
the
officer
,
evidently
anxious
to
start
a
conversation
.
"
Good
news
!
...
Go
on
!
"
he
shouted
to
the
driver
,
and
they
galloped
on
.
