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As
he
was
leaving
the
battery
,
firing
was
heard
on
the
left
also
,
and
as
it
was
too
far
to
the
left
flank
for
him
to
have
time
to
go
there
himself
,
Prince
Bagratión
sent
Zherkóv
to
tell
the
general
in
command
(
the
one
who
had
paraded
his
regiment
before
Kutúzov
at
Braunau
)
that
he
must
retreat
as
quickly
as
possible
behind
the
hollow
in
the
rear
,
as
the
right
flank
would
probably
not
be
able
to
withstand
the
enemy
's
attack
very
long
.
About
Túshin
and
the
battalion
that
had
been
in
support
of
his
battery
all
was
forgotten
.
Prince
Andrew
listened
attentively
to
Bagratión
's
colloquies
with
the
commanding
officers
and
the
orders
he
gave
them
and
,
to
his
surprise
,
found
that
no
orders
were
really
given
,
but
that
Prince
Bagratión
tried
to
make
it
appear
that
everything
done
by
necessity
,
by
accident
,
or
by
the
will
of
subordinate
commanders
was
done
,
if
not
by
his
direct
command
,
at
least
in
accord
with
his
intentions
.
Prince
Andrew
noticed
,
however
,
that
though
what
happened
was
due
to
chance
and
was
independent
of
the
commander
's
will
,
owing
to
the
tact
Bagratión
showed
,
his
presence
was
very
valuable
.
Officers
who
approached
him
with
disturbed
countenances
became
calm
;
soldiers
and
officers
greeted
him
gaily
,
grew
more
cheerful
in
his
presence
,
and
were
evidently
anxious
to
display
their
courage
before
him
.
Prince
Bagratión
,
having
reached
the
highest
point
of
our
right
flank
,
began
riding
downhill
to
where
the
roll
of
musketry
was
heard
but
where
on
account
of
the
smoke
nothing
could
be
seen
.
The
nearer
they
got
to
the
hollow
the
less
they
could
see
but
the
more
they
felt
the
nearness
of
the
actual
battlefield
.
They
began
to
meet
wounded
men
.
One
with
a
bleeding
head
and
no
cap
was
being
dragged
along
by
two
soldiers
who
supported
him
under
the
arms
.
There
was
a
gurgle
in
his
throat
and
he
was
spitting
blood
.
A
bullet
had
evidently
hit
him
in
the
throat
or
mouth
.
Another
was
walking
sturdily
by
himself
but
without
his
musket
,
groaning
aloud
and
swinging
his
arm
which
had
just
been
hurt
,
while
blood
from
it
was
streaming
over
his
greatcoat
as
from
a
bottle
.
He
had
that
moment
been
wounded
and
his
face
showed
fear
rather
than
suffering
.
Crossing
a
road
they
descended
a
steep
incline
and
saw
several
men
lying
on
the
ground
;
they
also
met
a
crowd
of
soldiers
some
of
whom
were
unwounded
.
The
soldiers
were
ascending
the
hill
breathing
heavily
,
and
despite
the
general
's
presence
were
talking
loudly
and
gesticulating
.
In
front
of
them
rows
of
gray
cloaks
were
already
visible
through
the
smoke
,
and
an
officer
catching
sight
of
Bagratión
rushed
shouting
after
the
crowd
of
retreating
soldiers
,
ordering
them
back
.
Bagratión
rode
up
to
the
ranks
along
which
shots
crackled
now
here
and
now
there
,
drowning
the
sound
of
voices
and
the
shouts
of
command
.
The
whole
air
reeked
with
smoke
.
The
excited
faces
of
the
soldiers
were
blackened
with
it
.
Some
were
using
their
ramrods
,
others
putting
powder
on
the
touchpans
or
taking
charges
from
their
pouches
,
while
others
were
firing
,
though
who
they
were
firing
at
could
not
be
seen
for
the
smoke
which
there
was
no
wind
to
carry
away
.
A
pleasant
humming
and
whistling
of
bullets
were
often
heard
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
approaching
the
crowd
of
soldiers
.
"
It
ca
n't
be
an
attack
,
for
they
are
not
moving
;
it
ca
n't
be
a
square
--
for
they
are
not
drawn
up
for
that
.
"
The
commander
of
the
regiment
,
a
thin
,
feeble-looking
old
man
with
a
pleasant
smile
--
his
eyelids
drooping
more
than
half
over
his
old
eyes
,
giving
him
a
mild
expression
,
rode
up
to
Bagratión
and
welcomed
him
as
a
host
welcomes
an
honored
guest
.
He
reported
that
his
regiment
had
been
attacked
by
French
cavalry
and
that
,
though
the
attack
had
been
repulsed
,
he
had
lost
more
than
half
his
men
.
He
said
the
attack
had
been
repulsed
,
employing
this
military
term
to
describe
what
had
occurred
to
his
regiment
,
but
in
reality
he
did
not
himself
know
what
had
happened
during
that
half-hour
to
the
troops
entrusted
to
him
,
and
could
not
say
with
certainty
whether
the
attack
had
been
repulsed
or
his
regiment
had
been
broken
up
.
All
he
knew
was
that
at
the
commencement
of
the
action
balls
and
shells
began
flying
all
over
his
regiment
and
hitting
men
and
that
afterwards
someone
had
shouted
"
Cavalry
!
"
and
our
men
had
begun
firing
.
They
were
still
firing
,
not
at
the
cavalry
which
had
disappeared
,
but
at
French
infantry
who
had
come
into
the
hollow
and
were
firing
at
our
men
.
Prince
Bagratión
bowed
his
head
as
a
sign
that
this
was
exactly
what
he
had
desired
and
expected
.
Turning
to
his
adjutant
he
ordered
him
to
bring
down
the
two
battalions
of
the
Sixth
Chasseurs
whom
they
had
just
passed
.
Prince
Andrew
was
struck
by
the
changed
expression
on
Prince
Bagratión
's
face
at
this
moment
.
It
expressed
the
concentrated
and
happy
resolution
you
see
on
the
face
of
a
man
who
on
a
hot
day
takes
a
final
run
before
plunging
into
the
water
.
The
dull
,
sleepy
expression
was
no
longer
there
,
nor
the
affectation
of
profound
thought
.
The
round
,
steady
,
hawk
's
eyes
looked
before
him
eagerly
and
rather
disdainfully
,
not
resting
on
anything
although
his
movements
were
still
slow
and
measured
.
The
commander
of
the
regiment
turned
to
Prince
Bagratión
,
entreating
him
to
go
back
as
it
was
too
dangerous
to
remain
where
they
were
.
"
Please
,
your
excellency
,
for
God
's
sake
!
"
he
kept
saying
,
glancing
for
support
at
an
officer
of
the
suite
who
turned
away
from
him
.
"
There
,
you
see
!
"
and
he
drew
attention
to
the
bullets
whistling
,
singing
,
and
hissing
continually
around
them
.
He
spoke
in
the
tone
of
entreaty
and
reproach
that
a
carpenter
uses
to
a
gentleman
who
has
picked
up
an
ax
:
"
We
are
used
to
it
,
but
you
,
sir
,
will
blister
your
hands
.
"
He
spoke
as
if
those
bullets
could
not
kill
him
,
and
his
half-closed
eyes
gave
still
more
persuasiveness
to
his
words
.
The
staff
officer
joined
in
the
colonel
's
appeals
,
but
Bagratión
did
not
reply
;
he
only
gave
an
order
to
cease
firing
and
re-form
,
so
as
to
give
room
for
the
two
approaching
battalions
.
While
he
was
speaking
,
the
curtain
of
smoke
that
had
concealed
the
hollow
,
driven
by
a
rising
wind
,
began
to
move
from
right
to
left
as
if
drawn
by
an
invisible
hand
,
and
the
hill
opposite
,
with
the
French
moving
about
on
it
,
opened
out
before
them
.
All
eyes
fastened
involuntarily
on
this
French
column
advancing
against
them
and
winding
down
over
the
uneven
ground
.
One
could
already
see
the
soldiers
'
shaggy
caps
,
distinguish
the
officers
from
the
men
,
and
see
the
standard
flapping
against
its
staff
.
"
They
march
splendidly
,
"
remarked
someone
in
Bagratión
's
suite
.
The
head
of
the
column
had
already
descended
into
the
hollow
.
The
clash
would
take
place
on
this
side
of
it
...
The
remains
of
our
regiment
which
had
been
in
action
rapidly
formed
up
and
moved
to
the
right
;
from
behind
it
,
dispersing
the
laggards
,
came
two
battalions
of
the
Sixth
Chasseurs
in
fine
order
.
Before
they
had
reached
Bagratión
,
the
weighty
tread
of
the
mass
of
men
marching
in
step
could
be
heard
.
On
their
left
flank
,
nearest
to
Bagratión
,
marched
a
company
commander
,
a
fine
round-faced
man
,
with
a
stupid
and
happy
expression
--
the
same
man
who
had
rushed
out
of
the
wattle
shed
.
At
that
moment
he
was
clearly
thinking
of
nothing
but
how
dashing
a
fellow
he
would
appear
as
he
passed
the
commander
.
