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"
I
am
not
in
the
cavalry
,
Colonel
,
but
I
am
a
Russian
general
and
if
you
are
not
aware
of
the
fact
...
"
"
Quite
avare
,
your
excellency
,
"
suddenly
shouted
the
colonel
,
touching
his
horse
and
turning
purple
in
the
face
.
"
Vill
you
be
so
goot
to
come
to
ze
front
and
see
dat
zis
position
iss
no
goot
?
I
do
n't
vish
to
destroy
my
men
for
your
pleasure
!
"
"
You
forget
yourself
,
Colonel
.
I
am
not
considering
my
own
pleasure
and
I
wo
n't
allow
it
to
be
said
!
"
Taking
the
colonel
's
outburst
as
a
challenge
to
his
courage
,
the
general
expanded
his
chest
and
rode
,
frowning
,
beside
him
to
the
front
line
,
as
if
their
differences
would
be
settled
there
amongst
the
bullets
.
They
reached
the
front
,
several
bullets
sped
over
them
,
and
they
halted
in
silence
.
There
was
nothing
fresh
to
be
seen
from
the
line
,
for
from
where
they
had
been
before
it
had
been
evident
that
it
was
impossible
for
cavalry
to
act
among
the
bushes
and
broken
ground
,
as
well
as
that
the
French
were
outflanking
our
left
.
The
general
and
colonel
looked
sternly
and
significantly
at
one
another
like
two
fighting
cocks
preparing
for
battle
,
each
vainly
trying
to
detect
signs
of
cowardice
in
the
other
.
Both
passed
the
examination
successfully
.
As
there
was
nothing
to
be
said
,
and
neither
wished
to
give
occasion
for
it
to
be
alleged
that
he
had
been
the
first
to
leave
the
range
of
fire
,
they
would
have
remained
there
for
a
long
time
testing
each
other
's
courage
had
it
not
been
that
just
then
they
heard
the
rattle
of
musketry
and
a
muffled
shout
almost
behind
them
in
the
wood
.
The
French
had
attacked
the
men
collecting
wood
in
the
copse
.
It
was
no
longer
possible
for
the
hussars
to
retreat
with
the
infantry
.
They
were
cut
off
from
the
line
of
retreat
on
the
left
by
the
French
.
However
inconvenient
the
position
,
it
was
now
necessary
to
attack
in
order
to
cut
a
way
through
for
themselves
.
The
squadron
in
which
Rostóv
was
serving
had
scarcely
time
to
mount
before
it
was
halted
facing
the
enemy
.
Again
,
as
at
the
Enns
bridge
,
there
was
nothing
between
the
squadron
and
the
enemy
,
and
again
that
terrible
dividing
line
of
uncertainty
and
fear
--
resembling
the
line
separating
the
living
from
the
dead
--
lay
between
them
.
All
were
conscious
of
this
unseen
line
,
and
the
question
whether
they
would
cross
it
or
not
,
and
how
they
would
cross
it
,
agitated
them
all
.
The
colonel
rode
to
the
front
,
angrily
gave
some
reply
to
questions
put
to
him
by
the
officers
,
and
,
like
a
man
desperately
insisting
on
having
his
own
way
,
gave
an
order
.
No
one
said
anything
definite
,
but
the
rumor
of
an
attack
spread
through
the
squadron
.
The
command
to
form
up
rang
out
and
the
sabers
whizzed
as
they
were
drawn
from
their
scabbards
.
Still
no
one
moved
.
The
troops
of
the
left
flank
,
infantry
and
hussars
alike
,
felt
that
the
commander
did
not
himself
know
what
to
do
,
and
this
irresolution
communicated
itself
to
the
men
.
"
If
only
they
would
be
quick
!
"
thought
Rostóv
,
feeling
that
at
last
the
time
had
come
to
experience
the
joy
of
an
attack
of
which
he
had
so
often
heard
from
his
fellow
hussars
.
"
Fo
'
ward
,
with
God
,
lads
!
"
rang
out
Denísov
's
voice
.
"
At
a
twot
fo
'
ward
!
"
The
horses
'
croups
began
to
sway
in
the
front
line
.
