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But
the
staff
officer
did
not
finish
what
he
wanted
to
say
.
A
cannon
ball
,
flying
close
to
him
,
caused
him
to
duck
and
bend
over
his
horse
.
He
paused
,
and
just
as
he
was
about
to
say
something
more
,
another
ball
stopped
him
.
He
turned
his
horse
and
galloped
off
.
"
Retire
!
All
to
retire
!
"
he
shouted
from
a
distance
.
The
soldiers
laughed
.
A
moment
later
,
an
adjutant
arrived
with
the
same
order
.
It
was
Prince
Andrew
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
on
riding
up
to
the
space
where
Túshin
's
guns
were
stationed
was
an
unharnessed
horse
with
a
broken
leg
,
that
lay
screaming
piteously
beside
the
harnessed
horses
.
Blood
was
gushing
from
its
leg
as
from
a
spring
.
Among
the
limbers
lay
several
dead
men
.
One
ball
after
another
passed
over
as
he
approached
and
he
felt
a
nervous
shudder
run
down
his
spine
.
But
the
mere
thought
of
being
afraid
roused
him
again
.
"
I
can
not
be
afraid
,
"
thought
he
,
and
dismounted
slowly
among
the
guns
.
He
delivered
the
order
and
did
not
leave
the
battery
.
He
decided
to
have
the
guns
removed
from
their
positions
and
withdrawn
in
his
presence
.
Together
with
Túshin
,
stepping
across
the
bodies
and
under
a
terrible
fire
from
the
French
,
he
attended
to
the
removal
of
the
guns
.
"
A
staff
officer
was
here
a
minute
ago
,
but
skipped
off
,
"
said
an
artilleryman
to
Prince
Andrew
.
"
Not
like
your
honor
!
"
Prince
Andrew
said
nothing
to
Túshin
.
They
were
both
so
busy
as
to
seem
not
to
notice
one
another
When
having
limbered
up
the
only
two
cannon
that
remained
uninjured
out
of
the
four
,
they
began
moving
down
the
hill
(
one
shattered
gun
and
one
unicorn
were
left
behind
)
,
Prince
Andrew
rode
up
to
Túshin
.
"
Well
,
till
we
meet
again
...
"
he
said
,
holding
out
his
hand
to
Túshin
.
"
Good-by
,
my
dear
fellow
,
"
said
Túshin
.
"
Dear
soul
!
Good-by
,
my
dear
fellow
!
"
and
for
some
unknown
reason
tears
suddenly
filled
his
eyes
.
The
wind
had
fallen
and
black
clouds
,
merging
with
the
powder
smoke
,
hung
low
over
the
field
of
battle
on
the
horizon
.
It
was
growing
dark
and
the
glow
of
two
conflagrations
was
the
more
conspicuous
.
The
cannonade
was
dying
down
,
but
the
rattle
of
musketry
behind
and
on
the
right
sounded
oftener
and
nearer
.
As
soon
as
Túshin
with
his
guns
,
continually
driving
round
or
coming
upon
wounded
men
,
was
out
of
range
of
fire
and
had
descended
into
the
dip
,
he
was
met
by
some
of
the
staff
,
among
them
the
staff
officer
and
Zherkóv
,
who
had
been
twice
sent
to
Túshin
's
battery
but
had
never
reached
it
.
Interrupting
one
another
,
they
all
gave
,
and
transmitted
,
orders
as
to
how
to
proceed
,
reprimanding
and
reproaching
him
.
Túshin
gave
no
orders
,
and
,
silently
--
fearing
to
speak
because
at
every
word
he
felt
ready
to
weep
without
knowing
why
--
rode
behind
on
his
artillery
nag
.
Though
the
orders
were
to
abandon
the
wounded
,
many
of
them
dragged
themselves
after
troops
and
begged
for
seats
on
the
gun
carriages
.
The
jaunty
infantry
officer
who
just
before
the
battle
had
rushed
out
of
Túshin
's
wattle
shed
was
laid
,
with
a
bullet
in
his
stomach
,
on
"
Matvévna
's
"
carriage
.
At
the
foot
of
the
hill
,
a
pale
hussar
cadet
,
supporting
one
hand
with
the
other
,
came
up
to
Túshin
and
asked
for
a
seat
.
