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"
Lads
!
"
shouted
Milorádovich
in
a
loud
,
self-confident
,
and
cheery
voice
,
obviously
so
elated
by
the
sound
of
firing
,
by
the
prospect
of
battle
,
and
by
the
sight
of
the
gallant
Ápsherons
,
his
comrades
in
Suvórov
's
time
,
now
passing
so
gallantly
before
the
Emperors
,
that
he
forgot
the
sovereigns
'
presence
.
"
Lads
,
it
's
not
the
first
village
you
've
had
to
take
,
"
cried
he
.
"
Glad
to
do
our
best
!
"
shouted
the
soldiers
.
The
Emperor
's
horse
started
at
the
sudden
cry
This
horse
that
had
carried
the
sovereign
at
reviews
in
Russia
bore
him
also
here
on
the
field
of
Austerlitz
,
enduring
the
heedless
blows
of
his
left
foot
and
pricking
its
ears
at
the
sound
of
shots
just
as
it
had
done
on
the
Empress
'
Field
,
not
understanding
the
significance
of
the
firing
,
nor
of
the
nearness
of
the
Emperor
Francis
'
black
cob
,
nor
of
all
that
was
being
said
,
thought
,
and
felt
that
day
by
its
rider
.
The
Emperor
turned
with
a
smile
to
one
of
his
followers
and
made
a
remark
to
him
,
pointing
to
the
gallant
Ápsherons
.
Kutúzov
accompanied
by
his
adjutants
rode
at
a
walking
pace
behind
the
carabineers
.
When
he
had
gone
less
than
half
a
mile
in
the
rear
of
the
column
he
stopped
at
a
solitary
,
deserted
house
that
had
probably
once
been
an
inn
,
where
two
roads
parted
.
Both
of
them
led
downhill
and
troops
were
marching
along
both
.
The
fog
had
begun
to
clear
and
enemy
troops
were
already
dimly
visible
about
a
mile
and
a
half
off
on
the
opposite
heights
.
Down
below
,
on
the
left
,
the
firing
became
more
distinct
.
Kutúzov
had
stopped
and
was
speaking
to
an
Austrian
general
.
Prince
Andrew
,
who
was
a
little
behind
looking
at
them
,
turned
to
an
adjutant
to
ask
him
for
a
field
glass
.
"
Look
,
look
!
"
said
this
adjutant
,
looking
not
at
the
troops
in
the
distance
,
but
down
the
hill
before
him
.
"
It
's
the
French
!
"
The
two
generals
and
the
adjutant
took
hold
of
the
field
glass
,
trying
to
snatch
it
from
one
another
.
The
expression
on
all
their
faces
suddenly
changed
to
one
of
horror
.
The
French
were
supposed
to
be
a
mile
and
a
half
away
,
but
had
suddenly
and
unexpectedly
appeared
just
in
front
of
us
.
