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Do
not
break
your
ranks
on
the
plea
of
removing
the
wounded
!
Let
every
man
be
fully
imbued
with
the
thought
that
we
must
defeat
these
hirelings
of
England
,
inspired
by
such
hatred
of
our
nation
!
This
victory
will
conclude
our
campaign
and
we
can
return
to
winter
quarters
,
where
fresh
French
troops
who
are
being
raised
in
France
will
join
us
,
and
the
peace
I
shall
conclude
will
be
worthy
of
my
people
,
of
you
,
and
of
myself
.
NAPOLEON
At
five
in
the
morning
it
was
still
quite
dark
.
The
troops
of
the
center
,
the
reserves
,
and
Bagratión
's
right
flank
had
not
yet
moved
,
but
on
the
left
flank
the
columns
of
infantry
,
cavalry
,
and
artillery
,
which
were
to
be
the
first
to
descend
the
heights
to
attack
the
French
right
flank
and
drive
it
into
the
Bohemian
mountains
according
to
plan
,
were
already
up
and
astir
.
The
smoke
of
the
campfires
,
into
which
they
were
throwing
everything
superfluous
,
made
the
eyes
smart
.
It
was
cold
and
dark
.
The
officers
were
hurriedly
drinking
tea
and
breakfasting
,
the
soldiers
,
munching
biscuit
and
beating
a
tattoo
with
their
feet
to
warm
themselves
,
gathering
round
the
fires
throwing
into
the
flames
the
remains
of
sheds
,
chairs
,
tables
,
wheels
,
tubs
,
and
everything
that
they
did
not
want
or
could
not
carry
away
with
them
.
Austrian
column
guides
were
moving
in
and
out
among
the
Russian
troops
and
served
as
heralds
of
the
advance
.
As
soon
as
an
Austrian
officer
showed
himself
near
a
commanding
officer
's
quarters
,
the
regiment
began
to
move
:
the
soldiers
ran
from
the
fires
,
thrust
their
pipes
into
their
boots
,
their
bags
into
the
carts
,
got
their
muskets
ready
,
and
formed
rank
.
The
officers
buttoned
up
their
coats
,
buckled
on
their
swords
and
pouches
,
and
moved
along
the
ranks
shouting
.
The
train
drivers
and
orderlies
harnessed
and
packed
the
wagons
and
tied
on
the
loads
.
The
adjutants
and
battalion
and
regimental
commanders
mounted
,
crossed
themselves
,
gave
final
instructions
,
orders
,
and
commissions
to
the
baggage
men
who
remained
behind
,
and
the
monotonous
tramp
of
thousands
of
feet
resounded
.
The
column
moved
forward
without
knowing
where
and
unable
,
from
the
masses
around
them
,
the
smoke
and
the
increasing
fog
,
to
see
either
the
place
they
were
leaving
or
that
to
which
they
were
going
.
A
soldier
on
the
march
is
hemmed
in
and
borne
along
by
his
regiment
as
much
as
a
sailor
is
by
his
ship
.
However
far
he
has
walked
,
whatever
strange
,
unknown
,
and
dangerous
places
he
reaches
,
just
as
a
sailor
is
always
surrounded
by
the
same
decks
,
masts
,
and
rigging
of
his
ship
,
so
the
soldier
always
has
around
him
the
same
comrades
,
the
same
ranks
,
the
same
sergeant
major
Iván
Mítrich
,
the
same
company
dog
Jack
,
and
the
same
commanders
.
The
sailor
rarely
cares
to
know
the
latitude
in
which
his
ship
is
sailing
,
but
on
the
day
of
battle
--
heaven
knows
how
and
whence
--
a
stern
note
of
which
all
are
conscious
sounds
in
the
moral
atmosphere
of
an
army
,
announcing
the
approach
of
something
decisive
and
solemn
,
and
awakening
in
the
men
an
unusual
curiosity
.
On
the
day
of
battle
the
soldiers
excitedly
try
to
get
beyond
the
interests
of
their
regiment
,
they
listen
intently
,
look
about
,
and
eagerly
ask
concerning
what
is
going
on
around
them
.
The
fog
had
grown
so
dense
that
though
it
was
growing
light
they
could
not
see
ten
paces
ahead
.
Bushes
looked
like
gigantic
trees
and
level
ground
like
cliffs
and
slopes
.
Anywhere
,
on
any
side
,
one
might
encounter
an
enemy
invisible
ten
paces
off
.
But
the
columns
advanced
for
a
long
time
,
always
in
the
same
fog
,
descending
and
ascending
hills
,
avoiding
gardens
and
enclosures
,
going
over
new
and
unknown
ground
,
and
nowhere
encountering
the
enemy
.
On
the
contrary
,
the
soldiers
became
aware
that
in
front
,
behind
,
and
on
all
sides
,
other
Russian
columns
were
moving
in
the
same
direction
.
Every
soldier
felt
glad
to
know
that
to
the
unknown
place
where
he
was
going
,
many
more
of
our
men
were
going
too
.
"
There
now
,
the
Kúrskies
have
also
gone
past
,
"
was
being
said
in
the
ranks
.
"
It
's
wonderful
what
a
lot
of
our
troops
have
gathered
,
lads
!
Last
night
I
looked
at
the
campfires
and
there
was
no
end
of
them
.
A
regular
Moscow
!
"
Though
none
of
the
column
commanders
rode
up
to
the
ranks
or
talked
to
the
men
(
the
commanders
,
as
we
saw
at
the
council
of
war
,
were
out
of
humor
and
dissatisfied
with
the
affair
,
and
so
did
not
exert
themselves
to
cheer
the
men
but
merely
carried
out
the
orders
)
,
yet
the
troops
marched
gaily
,
as
they
always
do
when
going
into
action
,
especially
to
an
attack
.
But
when
they
had
marched
for
about
an
hour
in
the
dense
fog
,
the
greater
part
of
the
men
had
to
halt
and
an
unpleasant
consciousness
of
some
dislocation
and
blunder
spread
through
the
ranks
.
How
such
a
consciousness
is
communicated
is
very
difficult
to
define
,
but
it
certainly
is
communicated
very
surely
,
and
flows
rapidly
,
imperceptibly
,
and
irrepressibly
,
as
water
does
in
a
creek
.
Had
the
Russian
army
been
alone
without
any
allies
,
it
might
perhaps
have
been
a
long
time
before
this
consciousness
of
mismanagement
became
a
general
conviction
,
but
as
it
was
,
the
disorder
was
readily
and
naturally
attributed
to
the
stupid
Germans
,
and
everyone
was
convinced
that
a
dangerous
muddle
had
been
occasioned
by
the
sausage
eaters
.
