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All
his
wishes
were
being
fulfilled
that
morning
:
there
was
to
be
a
general
engagement
in
which
he
was
taking
part
,
more
than
that
,
he
was
orderly
to
the
bravest
general
,
and
still
more
,
he
was
going
with
a
message
to
Kutúzov
,
perhaps
even
to
the
sovereign
himself
.
The
morning
was
bright
,
he
had
a
good
horse
under
him
,
and
his
heart
was
full
of
joy
and
happiness
.
On
receiving
the
order
he
gave
his
horse
the
rein
and
galloped
along
the
line
.
At
first
he
rode
along
the
line
of
Bagratión
's
troops
,
which
had
not
yet
advanced
into
action
but
were
standing
motionless
;
then
he
came
to
the
region
occupied
by
Uvárov
's
cavalry
and
here
he
noticed
a
stir
and
signs
of
preparation
for
battle
;
having
passed
Uvárov
's
cavalry
he
clearly
heard
the
sound
of
cannon
and
musketry
ahead
of
him
.
The
firing
grew
louder
and
louder
.
In
the
fresh
morning
air
were
now
heard
,
not
two
or
three
musket
shots
at
irregular
intervals
as
before
,
followed
by
one
or
two
cannon
shots
,
but
a
roll
of
volleys
of
musketry
from
the
slopes
of
the
hill
before
Pratzen
,
interrupted
by
such
frequent
reports
of
cannon
that
sometimes
several
of
them
were
not
separated
from
one
another
but
merged
into
a
general
roar
.
He
could
see
puffs
of
musketry
smoke
that
seemed
to
chase
one
another
down
the
hillsides
,
and
clouds
of
cannon
smoke
rolling
,
spreading
,
and
mingling
with
one
another
.
He
could
also
,
by
the
gleam
of
bayonets
visible
through
the
smoke
,
make
out
moving
masses
of
infantry
and
narrow
lines
of
artillery
with
green
caissons
.
Rostóv
stopped
his
horse
for
a
moment
on
a
hillock
to
see
what
was
going
on
,
but
strain
his
attention
as
he
would
he
could
not
understand
or
make
out
anything
of
what
was
happening
:
there
in
the
smoke
men
of
some
sort
were
moving
about
,
in
front
and
behind
moved
lines
of
troops
;
but
why
,
whither
,
and
who
they
were
,
it
was
impossible
to
make
out
.
These
sights
and
sounds
had
no
depressing
or
intimidating
effect
on
him
;
on
the
contrary
,
they
stimulated
his
energy
and
determination
.
"
Go
on
!
Go
on
!
Give
it
them
!
"
he
mentally
exclaimed
at
these
sounds
,
and
again
proceeded
to
gallop
along
the
line
,
penetrating
farther
and
farther
into
the
region
where
the
army
was
already
in
action
.
"
How
it
will
be
there
I
do
n't
know
,
but
all
will
be
well
!
"
thought
Rostóv
.
After
passing
some
Austrian
troops
he
noticed
that
the
next
part
of
the
line
(
the
Guards
)
was
already
in
action
.
"
So
much
the
better
!
I
shall
see
it
close
,
"
he
thought
.
He
was
riding
almost
along
the
front
line
.
A
handful
of
men
came
galloping
toward
him
.
They
were
our
Uhlans
who
with
disordered
ranks
were
returning
from
the
attack
.
Rostóv
got
out
of
their
way
,
involuntarily
noticed
that
one
of
them
was
bleeding
,
and
galloped
on
.
