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The
infantry
in
front
of
them
parted
into
platoons
to
allow
the
cavalry
to
pass
.
The
Uhlans
started
,
the
streamers
on
their
spears
fluttering
,
and
trotted
downhill
toward
the
French
cavalry
which
was
seen
below
to
the
left
.
As
soon
as
the
Uhlans
descended
the
hill
,
the
hussars
were
ordered
up
the
hill
to
support
the
battery
As
they
took
the
places
vacated
by
the
Uhlans
,
bullets
came
from
the
front
,
whining
and
whistling
,
but
fell
spent
without
taking
effect
.
The
sounds
,
which
he
had
not
heard
for
so
long
,
had
an
even
more
pleasurable
and
exhilarating
effect
on
Rostóv
than
the
previous
sounds
of
firing
.
Drawing
himself
up
,
he
viewed
the
field
of
battle
opening
out
before
him
from
the
hill
,
and
with
his
whole
soul
followed
the
movement
of
the
Uhlans
.
They
swooped
down
close
to
the
French
dragoons
,
something
confused
happened
there
amid
the
smoke
,
and
five
minutes
later
our
Uhlans
were
galloping
back
,
not
to
the
place
they
had
occupied
but
more
to
the
left
,
and
among
the
orange-colored
Uhlans
on
chestnut
horses
and
behind
them
,
in
a
large
group
,
blue
French
dragoons
on
gray
horses
could
be
seen
.
Rostóv
,
with
his
keen
sportsman
's
eye
,
was
one
of
the
first
to
catch
sight
of
these
blue
French
dragoons
pursuing
our
Uhlans
.
Nearer
and
nearer
in
disorderly
crowds
came
the
Uhlans
and
the
French
dragoons
pursuing
them
.
He
could
already
see
how
these
men
,
who
looked
so
small
at
the
foot
of
the
hill
,
jostled
and
overtook
one
another
,
waving
their
arms
and
their
sabers
in
the
air
.
Rostóv
gazed
at
what
was
happening
before
him
as
at
a
hunt
.
He
felt
instinctively
that
if
the
hussars
struck
at
the
French
dragoons
now
,
the
latter
could
not
withstand
them
,
but
if
a
charge
was
to
be
made
it
must
be
done
now
,
at
that
very
moment
,
or
it
would
be
too
late
.
He
looked
around
.
A
captain
,
standing
beside
him
,
was
gazing
like
himself
with
eyes
fixed
on
the
cavalry
below
them
.
"
Andrew
Sevastyánych
!
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
You
know
,
we
could
crush
them
...
"
"
A
fine
thing
too
!
"
replied
the
captain
,
"
and
really
...
"
Rostóv
,
without
waiting
to
hear
him
out
,
touched
his
horse
,
galloped
to
the
front
of
his
squadron
,
and
before
he
had
time
to
finish
giving
the
word
of
command
,
the
whole
squadron
,
sharing
his
feeling
,
was
following
him
.
Rostóv
himself
did
not
know
how
or
why
he
did
it
.
He
acted
as
he
did
when
hunting
,
without
reflecting
or
considering
.
He
saw
the
dragoons
near
and
that
they
were
galloping
in
disorder
;
he
knew
they
could
not
withstand
an
attack
--
knew
there
was
only
that
moment
and
that
if
he
let
it
slip
it
would
not
return
.
The
bullets
were
whining
and
whistling
so
stimulatingly
around
him
and
his
horse
was
so
eager
to
go
that
he
could
not
restrain
himself
.
He
touched
his
horse
,
gave
the
word
of
command
,
and
immediately
,
hearing
behind
him
the
tramp
of
the
horses
of
his
deployed
squadron
,
rode
at
full
trot
downhill
toward
the
dragoons
.
Hardly
had
they
reached
the
bottom
of
the
hill
before
their
pace
instinctively
changed
to
a
gallop
,
which
grew
faster
and
faster
as
they
drew
nearer
to
our
Uhlans
and
the
French
dragoons
who
galloped
after
them
.
The
dragoons
were
now
close
at
hand
.
On
seeing
the
hussars
,
the
foremost
began
to
turn
,
while
those
behind
began
to
halt
.
With
the
same
feeling
with
which
he
had
galloped
across
the
path
of
a
wolf
,
Rostóv
gave
rein
to
his
Donéts
horse
and
galloped
to
intersect
the
path
of
the
dragoons
'
disordered
lines
.
One
Uhlan
stopped
,
another
who
was
on
foot
flung
himself
to
the
ground
to
avoid
being
knocked
over
,
and
a
riderless
horse
fell
in
among
the
hussars
.
Nearly
all
the
French
dragoons
were
galloping
back
.
Rostóv
,
picking
out
one
on
a
gray
horse
,
dashed
after
him
.
On
the
way
he
came
upon
a
bush
,
his
gallant
horse
cleared
it
,
and
almost
before
he
had
righted
himself
in
his
saddle
he
saw
that
he
would
immediately
overtake
the
enemy
he
had
selected
.
That
Frenchman
,
by
his
uniform
an
officer
,
was
going
at
a
gallop
,
crouching
on
his
gray
horse
and
urging
it
on
with
his
saber
.
In
another
moment
Rostóv
's
horse
dashed
its
breast
against
the
hindquarters
of
the
officer
's
horse
,
almost
knocking
it
over
,
and
at
the
same
instant
Rostóv
,
without
knowing
why
,
raised
his
saber
and
struck
the
Frenchman
with
it
.
