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One
was
shouting
,
"
Get
on
!
Why
are
you
hindering
us
?
"
Another
in
the
same
place
turned
round
and
fired
in
the
air
;
a
third
was
striking
the
horse
Kutúzov
himself
rode
.
Having
by
a
great
effort
got
away
to
the
left
from
that
flood
of
men
,
Kutúzov
,
with
his
suite
diminished
by
more
than
half
,
rode
toward
a
sound
of
artillery
fire
near
by
.
Having
forced
his
way
out
of
the
crowd
of
fugitives
,
Prince
Andrew
,
trying
to
keep
near
Kutúzov
,
saw
on
the
slope
of
the
hill
amid
the
smoke
a
Russian
battery
that
was
still
firing
and
Frenchmen
running
toward
it
.
Higher
up
stood
some
Russian
infantry
,
neither
moving
forward
to
protect
the
battery
nor
backward
with
the
fleeing
crowd
.
A
mounted
general
separated
himself
from
the
infantry
and
approached
Kutúzov
.
Of
Kutúzov
's
suite
only
four
remained
.
They
were
all
pale
and
exchanged
looks
in
silence
.
"
Stop
those
wretches
!
"
gasped
Kutúzov
to
the
regimental
commander
,
pointing
to
the
flying
soldiers
;
but
at
that
instant
,
as
if
to
punish
him
for
those
words
,
bullets
flew
hissing
across
the
regiment
and
across
Kutúzov
's
suite
like
a
flock
of
little
birds
.
The
French
had
attacked
the
battery
and
,
seeing
Kutúzov
,
were
firing
at
him
.
After
this
volley
the
regimental
commander
clutched
at
his
leg
;
several
soldiers
fell
,
and
a
second
lieutenant
who
was
holding
the
flag
let
it
fall
from
his
hands
.
It
swayed
and
fell
,
but
caught
on
the
muskets
of
the
nearest
soldiers
.
The
soldiers
started
firing
without
orders
.
"
Oh
!
Oh
!
Oh
!
"
groaned
Kutúzov
despairingly
and
looked
around
...
"
Bolkónski
!
"
he
whispered
,
his
voice
trembling
from
a
consciousness
of
the
feebleness
of
age
,
"
Bolkónski
!
"
he
whispered
,
pointing
to
the
disordered
battalion
and
at
the
enemy
,
"
what
's
that
?
"
But
before
he
had
finished
speaking
,
Prince
Andrew
,
feeling
tears
of
shame
and
anger
choking
him
,
had
already
leapt
from
his
horse
and
run
to
the
standard
.
"
Forward
,
lads
!
"
he
shouted
in
a
voice
piercing
as
a
child
's
.
"
Here
it
is
!
"
thought
he
,
seizing
the
staff
of
the
standard
and
hearing
with
pleasure
the
whistle
of
bullets
evidently
aimed
at
him
.
Several
soldiers
fell
.
"
Hurrah
!
"
shouted
Prince
Andrew
,
and
,
scarcely
able
to
hold
up
the
heavy
standard
,
he
ran
forward
with
full
confidence
that
the
whole
battalion
would
follow
him
.
And
really
he
only
ran
a
few
steps
alone
.
One
soldier
moved
and
then
another
and
soon
the
whole
battalion
ran
forward
shouting
"
Hurrah
!
"
and
overtook
him
.
A
sergeant
of
the
battalion
ran
up
and
took
the
flag
that
was
swaying
from
its
weight
in
Prince
Andrew
's
hands
,
but
he
was
immediately
killed
.
Prince
Andrew
again
seized
the
standard
and
,
dragging
it
by
the
staff
,
ran
on
with
the
battalion
.
In
front
he
saw
our
artillerymen
,
some
of
whom
were
fighting
,
while
others
,
having
abandoned
their
guns
,
were
running
toward
him
.
He
also
saw
French
infantry
soldiers
who
were
seizing
the
artillery
horses
and
turning
the
guns
round
.
Prince
Andrew
and
the
battalion
were
already
within
twenty
paces
of
the
cannon
.
He
heard
the
whistle
of
bullets
above
him
unceasingly
and
to
right
and
left
of
him
soldiers
continually
groaned
and
dropped
.
