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The
ground
seemed
to
groan
at
the
terrible
impact
.
And
immediately
Túshin
,
with
a
short
pipe
in
the
corner
of
his
mouth
and
his
kind
,
intelligent
face
rather
pale
,
rushed
out
of
the
shed
followed
by
the
owner
of
the
manly
voice
,
a
dashing
infantry
officer
who
hurried
off
to
his
company
,
buttoning
up
his
coat
as
he
ran
.
Mounting
his
horse
again
Prince
Andrew
lingered
with
the
battery
,
looking
at
the
puff
from
the
gun
that
had
sent
the
ball
.
His
eyes
ran
rapidly
over
the
wide
space
,
but
he
only
saw
that
the
hitherto
motionless
masses
of
the
French
now
swayed
and
that
there
really
was
a
battery
to
their
left
.
The
smoke
above
it
had
not
yet
dispersed
.
Two
mounted
Frenchmen
,
probably
adjutants
,
were
galloping
up
the
hill
.
A
small
but
distinctly
visible
enemy
column
was
moving
down
the
hill
,
probably
to
strengthen
the
front
line
.
The
smoke
of
the
first
shot
had
not
yet
dispersed
before
another
puff
appeared
,
followed
by
a
report
.
The
battle
had
begun
!
Prince
Andrew
turned
his
horse
and
galloped
back
to
Grunth
to
find
Prince
Bagratión
.
He
heard
the
cannonade
behind
him
growing
louder
and
more
frequent
.
Evidently
our
guns
had
begun
to
reply
.
From
the
bottom
of
the
slope
,
where
the
parleys
had
taken
place
,
came
the
report
of
musketry
.
Lemarrois
had
just
arrived
at
a
gallop
with
Bonaparte
's
stern
letter
,
and
Murat
,
humiliated
and
anxious
to
expiate
his
fault
,
had
at
once
moved
his
forces
to
attack
the
center
and
outflank
both
the
Russian
wings
,
hoping
before
evening
and
before
the
arrival
of
the
Emperor
to
crush
the
contemptible
detachment
that
stood
before
him
.
"
It
has
begun
.
Here
it
is
!
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
,
feeling
the
blood
rush
to
his
heart
.
"
But
where
and
how
will
my
Toulon
present
itself
?
"
Passing
between
the
companies
that
had
been
eating
porridge
and
drinking
vodka
a
quarter
of
an
hour
before
,
he
saw
everywhere
the
same
rapid
movement
of
soldiers
forming
ranks
and
getting
their
muskets
ready
,
and
on
all
their
faces
he
recognized
the
same
eagerness
that
filled
his
heart
.
"
It
has
begun
!
Here
it
is
,
dreadful
but
enjoyable
!
"
was
what
the
face
of
each
soldier
and
each
officer
seemed
to
say
.
Before
he
had
reached
the
embankments
that
were
being
thrown
up
,
he
saw
,
in
the
light
of
the
dull
autumn
evening
,
mounted
men
coming
toward
him
.
The
foremost
,
wearing
a
Cossack
cloak
and
lambskin
cap
and
riding
a
white
horse
,
was
Prince
Bagratión
.
Prince
Andrew
stopped
,
waiting
for
him
to
come
up
;
Prince
Bagratión
reined
in
his
horse
and
recognizing
Prince
Andrew
nodded
to
him
.
He
still
looked
ahead
while
Prince
Andrew
told
him
what
he
had
seen
.
The
feeling
,
"
It
has
begun
!
Here
it
is
!
"
was
seen
even
on
Prince
Bagratión
's
hard
brown
face
with
its
half-closed
,
dull
,
sleepy
eyes
.
Prince
Andrew
gazed
with
anxious
curiosity
at
that
impassive
face
and
wished
he
could
tell
what
,
if
anything
,
this
man
was
thinking
and
feeling
at
that
moment
.
"
Is
there
anything
at
all
behind
that
impassive
face
?
"
Prince
Andrew
asked
himself
as
he
looked
.
Prince
Bagratión
bent
his
head
in
sign
of
agreement
with
what
Prince
Andrew
told
him
,
and
said
,
"
Very
good
!
"
in
a
tone
that
seemed
to
imply
that
everything
that
took
place
and
was
reported
to
him
was
exactly
what
he
had
foreseen
.
Prince
Andrew
,
out
of
breath
with
his
rapid
ride
,
spoke
quickly
.
Prince
Bagratión
,
uttering
his
words
with
an
Oriental
accent
,
spoke
particularly
slowly
,
as
if
to
impress
the
fact
that
there
was
no
need
to
hurry
.
However
,
he
put
his
horse
to
a
trot
in
the
direction
of
Túshin
's
battery
.
Prince
Andrew
followed
with
the
suite
.
Behind
Prince
Bagratión
rode
an
officer
of
the
suite
,
the
prince
's
personal
adjutant
,
Zherkóv
,
an
orderly
officer
,
the
staff
officer
on
duty
,
riding
a
fine
bobtailed
horse
,
and
a
civilian
--
an
accountant
who
had
asked
permission
to
be
present
at
the
battle
out
of
curiosity
.
The
accountant
,
a
stout
,
full-faced
man
,
looked
around
him
with
a
naïve
smile
of
satisfaction
and
presented
a
strange
appearance
among
the
hussars
,
Cossacks
,
and
adjutants
,
in
his
camlet
coat
,
as
he
jolted
on
his
horse
with
a
convoy
officer
's
saddle
.
