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"
That
is
no
business
of
mine
,
"
he
thought
.
He
had
not
ridden
many
hundred
yards
after
that
before
he
saw
to
his
left
,
across
the
whole
width
of
the
field
,
an
enormous
mass
of
cavalry
in
brilliant
white
uniforms
,
mounted
on
black
horses
,
trotting
straight
toward
him
and
across
his
path
.
Rostóv
put
his
horse
to
full
gallop
to
get
out
of
the
way
of
these
men
,
and
he
would
have
got
clear
had
they
continued
at
the
same
speed
,
but
they
kept
increasing
their
pace
,
so
that
some
of
the
horses
were
already
galloping
.
Rostóv
heard
the
thud
of
their
hoofs
and
the
jingle
of
their
weapons
and
saw
their
horses
,
their
figures
,
and
even
their
faces
,
more
and
more
distinctly
.
They
were
our
Horse
Guards
,
advancing
to
attack
the
French
cavalry
that
was
coming
to
meet
them
.
The
Horse
Guards
were
galloping
,
but
still
holding
in
their
horses
.
Rostóv
could
already
see
their
faces
and
heard
the
command
:
"
Charge
!
"
shouted
by
an
officer
who
was
urging
his
thoroughbred
to
full
speed
.
Rostóv
,
fearing
to
be
crushed
or
swept
into
the
attack
on
the
French
,
galloped
along
the
front
as
hard
as
his
horse
could
go
,
but
still
was
not
in
time
to
avoid
them
.
The
last
of
the
Horse
Guards
,
a
huge
pockmarked
fellow
,
frowned
angrily
on
seeing
Rostóv
before
him
,
with
whom
he
would
inevitably
collide
.
This
Guardsman
would
certainly
have
bowled
Rostóv
and
his
Bedouin
over
(
Rostóv
felt
himself
quite
tiny
and
weak
compared
to
these
gigantic
men
and
horses
)
had
it
not
occurred
to
Rostóv
to
flourish
his
whip
before
the
eyes
of
the
Guardsman
's
horse
.
The
heavy
black
horse
,
sixteen
hands
high
,
shied
,
throwing
back
its
ears
;
but
the
pockmarked
Guardsman
drove
his
huge
spurs
in
violently
,
and
the
horse
,
flourishing
its
tail
and
extending
its
neck
,
galloped
on
yet
faster
.
Hardly
had
the
Horse
Guards
passed
Rostóv
before
he
heard
them
shout
,
"
Hurrah
!
"
and
looking
back
saw
that
their
foremost
ranks
were
mixed
up
with
some
foreign
cavalry
with
red
epaulets
,
probably
French
.
He
could
see
nothing
more
,
for
immediately
afterwards
cannon
began
firing
from
somewhere
and
smoke
enveloped
everything
.
At
that
moment
,
as
the
Horse
Guards
,
having
passed
him
,
disappeared
in
the
smoke
,
Rostóv
hesitated
whether
to
gallop
after
them
or
to
go
where
he
was
sent
.
This
was
the
brilliant
charge
of
the
Horse
Guards
that
amazed
the
French
themselves
.
Rostóv
was
horrified
to
hear
later
that
of
all
that
mass
of
huge
and
handsome
men
,
of
all
those
brilliant
,
rich
youths
,
officers
and
cadets
,
who
had
galloped
past
him
on
their
thousand-ruble
horses
,
only
eighteen
were
left
after
the
charge
.
"
Why
should
I
envy
them
?
My
chance
is
not
lost
,
and
maybe
I
shall
see
the
Emperor
immediately
!
"
thought
Rostóv
and
galloped
on
.
When
he
came
level
with
the
Foot
Guards
he
noticed
that
about
them
and
around
them
cannon
balls
were
flying
,
of
which
he
was
aware
not
so
much
because
he
heard
their
sound
as
because
he
saw
uneasiness
on
the
soldiers
'
faces
and
unnatural
warlike
solemnity
on
those
of
the
officers
.
Passing
behind
one
of
the
lines
of
a
regiment
of
Foot
Guards
he
heard
a
voice
calling
him
by
name
.
"
Rostóv
!
"
