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"
That
's
our
battery
,
"
said
the
staff
officer
indicating
the
highest
point
.
"
It
's
in
charge
of
the
queer
fellow
we
saw
without
his
boots
.
You
can
see
everything
from
there
;
let
's
go
there
,
Prince
.
"
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
I
will
go
on
alone
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
wishing
to
rid
himself
of
this
staff
officer
's
company
,
"
please
do
n't
trouble
yourself
further
.
"
The
staff
officer
remained
behind
and
Prince
Andrew
rode
on
alone
.
The
farther
forward
and
nearer
the
enemy
he
went
,
the
more
orderly
and
cheerful
were
the
troops
.
The
greatest
disorder
and
depression
had
been
in
the
baggage
train
he
had
passed
that
morning
on
the
Znaim
road
seven
miles
away
from
the
French
.
At
Grunth
also
some
apprehension
and
alarm
could
be
felt
,
but
the
nearer
Prince
Andrew
came
to
the
French
lines
the
more
confident
was
the
appearance
of
our
troops
.
The
soldiers
in
their
greatcoats
were
ranged
in
lines
,
the
sergeants
major
and
company
officers
were
counting
the
men
,
poking
the
last
man
in
each
section
in
the
ribs
and
telling
him
to
hold
his
hand
up
.
Soldiers
scattered
over
the
whole
place
were
dragging
logs
and
brushwood
and
were
building
shelters
with
merry
chatter
and
laughter
;
around
the
fires
sat
others
,
dressed
and
undressed
,
drying
their
shirts
and
leg
bands
or
mending
boots
or
overcoats
and
crowding
round
the
boilers
and
porridge
cookers
.
In
one
company
dinner
was
ready
,
and
the
soldiers
were
gazing
eagerly
at
the
steaming
boiler
,
waiting
till
the
sample
,
which
a
quartermaster
sergeant
was
carrying
in
a
wooden
bowl
to
an
officer
who
sat
on
a
log
before
his
shelter
,
had
been
tasted
.
Another
company
,
a
lucky
one
for
not
all
the
companies
had
vodka
,
crowded
round
a
pockmarked
,
broad-shouldered
sergeant
major
who
,
tilting
a
keg
,
filled
one
after
another
the
canteen
lids
held
out
to
him
.
The
soldiers
lifted
the
canteen
lids
to
their
lips
with
reverential
faces
,
emptied
them
,
rolling
the
vodka
in
their
mouths
,
and
walked
away
from
the
sergeant
major
with
brightened
expressions
,
licking
their
lips
and
wiping
them
on
the
sleeves
of
their
greatcoats
.
All
their
faces
were
as
serene
as
if
all
this
were
happening
at
home
awaiting
peaceful
encampment
,
and
not
within
sight
of
the
enemy
before
an
action
in
which
at
least
half
of
them
would
be
left
on
the
field
.
After
passing
a
chasseur
regiment
and
in
the
lines
of
the
Kiev
grenadiers
--
fine
fellows
busy
with
similar
peaceful
affairs
--
near
the
shelter
of
the
regimental
commander
,
higher
than
and
different
from
the
others
,
Prince
Andrew
came
out
in
front
of
a
platoon
of
grenadiers
before
whom
lay
a
naked
man
.
Two
soldiers
held
him
while
two
others
were
flourishing
their
switches
and
striking
him
regularly
on
his
bare
back
.
The
man
shrieked
unnaturally
.
A
stout
major
was
pacing
up
and
down
the
line
,
and
regardless
of
the
screams
kept
repeating
:
"
It
's
a
shame
for
a
soldier
to
steal
;
a
soldier
must
be
honest
,
honorable
,
and
brave
,
but
if
he
robs
his
fellows
there
is
no
honor
in
him
,
he
's
a
scoundrel
.
Go
on
!
Go
on
!
"
So
the
swishing
sound
of
the
strokes
,
and
the
desperate
but
unnatural
screams
,
continued
.
"
Go
on
,
go
on
!
"
said
the
major
.
