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Part
of
the
Russian
force
had
already
descended
into
the
valley
toward
the
ponds
and
lakes
and
part
were
leaving
these
Pratzen
Heights
which
he
intended
to
attack
and
regarded
as
the
key
to
the
position
.
He
saw
over
the
mist
that
in
a
hollow
between
two
hills
near
the
village
of
Pratzen
,
the
Russian
columns
,
their
bayonets
glittering
,
were
moving
continuously
in
one
direction
toward
the
valley
and
disappearing
one
after
another
into
the
mist
.
From
information
he
had
received
the
evening
before
,
from
the
sound
of
wheels
and
footsteps
heard
by
the
outposts
during
the
night
,
by
the
disorderly
movement
of
the
Russian
columns
,
and
from
all
indications
,
he
saw
clearly
that
the
allies
believed
him
to
be
far
away
in
front
of
them
,
and
that
the
columns
moving
near
Pratzen
constituted
the
center
of
the
Russian
army
,
and
that
that
center
was
already
sufficiently
weakened
to
be
successfully
attacked
.
But
still
he
did
not
begin
the
engagement
.
Today
was
a
great
day
for
him
--
the
anniversary
of
his
coronation
.
Before
dawn
he
had
slept
for
a
few
hours
,
and
refreshed
,
vigorous
,
and
in
good
spirits
,
he
mounted
his
horse
and
rode
out
into
the
field
in
that
happy
mood
in
which
everything
seems
possible
and
everything
succeeds
.
He
sat
motionless
,
looking
at
the
heights
visible
above
the
mist
,
and
his
cold
face
wore
that
special
look
of
confident
,
self-complacent
happiness
that
one
sees
on
the
face
of
a
boy
happily
in
love
.
The
marshals
stood
behind
him
not
venturing
to
distract
his
attention
.
He
looked
now
at
the
Pratzen
Heights
,
now
at
the
sun
floating
up
out
of
the
mist
When
the
sun
had
entirely
emerged
from
the
fog
,
and
fields
and
mist
were
aglow
with
dazzling
light
--
as
if
he
had
only
awaited
this
to
begin
the
action
--
he
drew
the
glove
from
his
shapely
white
hand
,
made
a
sign
with
it
to
the
marshals
,
and
ordered
the
action
to
begin
.
The
marshals
,
accompanied
by
adjutants
,
galloped
off
in
different
directions
,
and
a
few
minutes
later
the
chief
forces
of
the
French
army
moved
rapidly
toward
those
Pratzen
Heights
which
were
being
more
and
more
denuded
by
Russian
troops
moving
down
the
valley
to
their
left
.
At
eight
o'clock
Kutúzov
rode
to
Pratzen
at
the
head
of
the
fourth
column
,
Milorádovich
's
,
the
one
that
was
to
take
the
place
of
Przebyszéwski
's
and
Langeron
's
columns
which
had
already
gone
down
into
the
valley
.
He
greeted
the
men
of
the
foremost
regiment
and
gave
them
the
order
to
march
,
thereby
indicating
that
he
intended
to
lead
that
column
himself
.
When
he
had
reached
the
village
of
Pratzen
he
halted
.
Prince
Andrew
was
behind
,
among
the
immense
number
forming
the
commander
in
chief
's
suite
.
He
was
in
a
state
of
suppressed
excitement
and
irritation
,
though
controlledly
calm
as
a
man
is
at
the
approach
of
a
long-awaited
moment
.
He
was
firmly
convinced
that
this
was
the
day
of
his
Toulon
,
or
his
bridge
of
Arcola
.
How
it
would
come
about
he
did
not
know
,
but
he
felt
sure
it
would
do
so
.
The
locality
and
the
position
of
our
troops
were
known
to
him
as
far
as
they
could
be
known
to
anyone
in
our
army
.
His
own
strategic
plan
,
which
obviously
could
not
now
be
carried
out
,
was
forgotten
.
Now
,
entering
into
Weyrother
's
plan
,
Prince
Andrew
considered
possible
contingencies
and
formed
new
projects
such
as
might
call
for
his
rapidity
of
perception
and
decision
.
To
the
left
down
below
in
the
mist
,
the
musketry
fire
of
unseen
forces
could
be
heard
.
It
was
there
Prince
Andrew
thought
the
fight
would
concentrate
.
"
There
we
shall
encounter
difficulties
,
and
there
,
"
thought
he
,
"
I
shall
be
sent
with
a
brigade
or
division
,
and
there
,
standard
in
hand
,
I
shall
go
forward
and
break
whatever
is
in
front
of
me
.
"
He
could
not
look
calmly
at
the
standards
of
the
passing
battalions
.
Seeing
them
he
kept
thinking
,
"
That
may
be
the
very
standard
with
which
I
shall
lead
the
army
.
"
In
the
morning
all
that
was
left
of
the
night
mist
on
the
heights
was
a
hoar
frost
now
turning
to
dew
,
but
in
the
valleys
it
still
lay
like
a
milk-white
sea
.
Nothing
was
visible
in
the
valley
to
the
left
into
which
our
troops
had
descended
and
from
whence
came
the
sounds
of
firing
.
Above
the
heights
was
the
dark
clear
sky
,
and
to
the
right
the
vast
orb
of
the
sun
.
In
front
,
far
off
on
the
farther
shore
of
that
sea
of
mist
,
some
wooded
hills
were
discernible
,
and
it
was
there
the
enemy
probably
was
,
for
something
could
be
descried
.
On
the
right
the
Guards
were
entering
the
misty
region
with
a
sound
of
hoofs
and
wheels
and
now
and
then
a
gleam
of
bayonets
;
to
the
left
beyond
the
village
similar
masses
of
cavalry
came
up
and
disappeared
in
the
sea
of
mist
.
In
front
and
behind
moved
infantry
.
The
commander
in
chief
was
standing
at
the
end
of
the
village
letting
the
troops
pass
by
him
.
That
morning
Kutúzov
seemed
worn
and
irritable
.
The
infantry
passing
before
him
came
to
a
halt
without
any
command
being
given
,
apparently
obstructed
by
something
in
front
.
"
Do
order
them
to
form
into
battalion
columns
and
go
round
the
village
!
"
he
said
angrily
to
a
general
who
had
ridden
up
.
"
Do
n't
you
understand
,
your
excellency
,
my
dear
sir
,
that
you
must
not
defile
through
narrow
village
streets
when
we
are
marching
against
the
enemy
?
"
"
I
intended
to
re-form
them
beyond
the
village
,
your
excellency
,
"
answered
the
general
.
