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Having
set
off
in
the
small
hours
of
the
fourteenth
,
accompanied
by
a
bugler
and
two
Cossacks
,
Balashëv
reached
the
French
outposts
at
the
village
of
Rykónty
,
on
the
Russian
side
of
the
Niemen
,
by
dawn
.
There
he
was
stopped
by
French
cavalry
sentinels
.
A
French
noncommissioned
officer
of
hussars
,
in
crimson
uniform
and
a
shaggy
cap
,
shouted
to
the
approaching
Balashëv
to
halt
.
Balashëv
did
not
do
so
at
once
,
but
continued
to
advance
along
the
road
at
a
walking
pace
.
The
noncommissioned
officer
frowned
and
,
muttering
words
of
abuse
,
advanced
his
horse
's
chest
against
Balashëv
,
put
his
hand
to
his
saber
,
and
shouted
rudely
at
the
Russian
general
,
asking
:
was
he
deaf
that
he
did
not
do
as
he
was
told
?
Balashëv
mentioned
who
he
was
.
The
noncommissioned
officer
began
talking
with
his
comrades
about
regimental
matters
without
looking
at
the
Russian
general
.
After
living
at
the
seat
of
the
highest
authority
and
power
,
after
conversing
with
the
Emperor
less
than
three
hours
before
,
and
in
general
being
accustomed
to
the
respect
due
to
his
rank
in
the
service
,
Balashëv
found
it
very
strange
here
on
Russian
soil
to
encounter
this
hostile
,
and
still
more
this
disrespectful
,
application
of
brute
force
to
himself
.
The
sun
was
only
just
appearing
from
behind
the
clouds
,
the
air
was
fresh
and
dewy
.
A
herd
of
cattle
was
being
driven
along
the
road
from
the
village
,
and
over
the
fields
the
larks
rose
trilling
,
one
after
another
,
like
bubbles
rising
in
water
.
Balashëv
looked
around
him
,
awaiting
the
arrival
of
an
officer
from
the
village
.
The
Russian
Cossacks
and
bugler
and
the
French
hussars
looked
silently
at
one
another
from
time
to
time
.
A
French
colonel
of
hussars
,
who
had
evidently
just
left
his
bed
,
came
riding
from
the
village
on
a
handsome
sleek
gray
horse
,
accompanied
by
two
hussars
.
The
officer
,
the
soldiers
,
and
their
horses
all
looked
smart
and
well
kept
.
It
was
that
first
period
of
a
campaign
when
troops
are
still
in
full
trim
,
almost
like
that
of
peacetime
maneuvers
,
but
with
a
shade
of
martial
swagger
in
their
clothes
,
and
a
touch
of
the
gaiety
and
spirit
of
enterprise
which
always
accompany
the
opening
of
a
campaign
.
The
French
colonel
with
difficulty
repressed
a
yawn
,
but
was
polite
and
evidently
understood
Balashëv
's
importance
.
He
led
him
past
his
soldiers
and
behind
the
outposts
and
told
him
that
his
wish
to
be
presented
to
the
Emperor
would
most
likely
be
satisfied
immediately
,
as
the
Emperor
's
quarters
were
,
he
believed
,
not
far
off
.
They
rode
through
the
village
of
Rykónty
,
past
tethered
French
hussar
horses
,
past
sentinels
and
men
who
saluted
their
colonel
and
stared
with
curiosity
at
a
Russian
uniform
,
and
came
out
at
the
other
end
of
the
village
.
The
colonel
said
that
the
commander
of
the
division
was
a
mile
and
a
quarter
away
and
would
receive
Balashëv
and
conduct
him
to
his
destination
.
