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"
It
was
the
officer
,
your
honor
,
stained
it
,
"
answered
the
artilleryman
,
wiping
away
the
blood
with
his
coat
sleeve
,
as
if
apologizing
for
the
state
of
his
gun
.
It
was
all
that
they
could
do
to
get
the
guns
up
the
rise
aided
by
the
infantry
,
and
having
reached
the
village
of
Gruntersdorf
they
halted
.
It
had
grown
so
dark
that
one
could
not
distinguish
the
uniforms
ten
paces
off
,
and
the
firing
had
begun
to
subside
.
Suddenly
,
near
by
on
the
right
,
shouting
and
firing
were
again
heard
.
Flashes
of
shot
gleamed
in
the
darkness
.
This
was
the
last
French
attack
and
was
met
by
soldiers
who
had
sheltered
in
the
village
houses
.
They
all
rushed
out
of
the
village
again
,
but
Túshin
's
guns
could
not
move
,
and
the
artillerymen
,
Túshin
,
and
the
cadet
exchanged
silent
glances
as
they
awaited
their
fate
.
The
firing
died
down
and
soldiers
,
talking
eagerly
,
streamed
out
of
a
side
street
.
"
Not
hurt
,
Petróv
?
"
asked
one
.
"
We
've
given
it
'
em
hot
,
mate
!
They
wo
n't
make
another
push
now
,
"
said
another
.
"
You
could
n't
see
a
thing
.
How
they
shot
at
their
own
fellows
!
Nothing
could
be
seen
.
Pitch-dark
,
brother
!
Is
n't
there
something
to
drink
?
"
The
French
had
been
repulsed
for
the
last
time
.
And
again
and
again
in
the
complete
darkness
Túshin
's
guns
moved
forward
,
surrounded
by
the
humming
infantry
as
by
a
frame
.
In
the
darkness
,
it
seemed
as
though
a
gloomy
unseen
river
was
flowing
always
in
one
direction
,
humming
with
whispers
and
talk
and
the
sound
of
hoofs
and
wheels
.
Amid
the
general
rumble
,
the
groans
and
voices
of
the
wounded
were
more
distinctly
heard
than
any
other
sound
in
the
darkness
of
the
night
.
The
gloom
that
enveloped
the
army
was
filled
with
their
groans
,
which
seemed
to
melt
into
one
with
the
darkness
of
the
night
.
After
a
while
the
moving
mass
became
agitated
,
someone
rode
past
on
a
white
horse
followed
by
his
suite
,
and
said
something
in
passing
:
"
What
did
he
say
?
Where
to
,
now
?
Halt
,
is
it
?
Did
he
thank
us
?
"
came
eager
questions
from
all
sides
.
The
whole
moving
mass
began
pressing
closer
together
and
a
report
spread
that
they
were
ordered
to
halt
:
evidently
those
in
front
had
halted
.
All
remained
where
they
were
in
the
middle
of
the
muddy
road
.
Fires
were
lighted
and
the
talk
became
more
audible
.
Captain
Túshin
,
having
given
orders
to
his
company
,
sent
a
soldier
to
find
a
dressing
station
or
a
doctor
for
the
cadet
,
and
sat
down
by
a
bonfire
the
soldiers
had
kindled
on
the
road
.
Rostóv
,
too
,
dragged
himself
to
the
fire
.
From
pain
,
cold
,
and
damp
,
a
feverish
shivering
shook
his
whole
body
.
Drowsiness
was
irresistibly
mastering
him
,
but
he
kept
awake
by
an
excruciating
pain
in
his
arm
,
for
which
he
could
find
no
satisfactory
position
.
He
kept
closing
his
eyes
and
then
again
looking
at
the
fire
,
which
seemed
to
him
dazzlingly
red
,
and
at
the
feeble
,
round-shouldered
figure
of
Túshin
who
was
sitting
cross-legged
like
a
Turk
beside
him
.
Túshin
's
large
,
kind
,
intelligent
eyes
were
fixed
with
sympathy
and
commiseration
on
Rostóv
,
who
saw
that
Túshin
with
his
whole
heart
wished
to
help
him
but
could
not
.
