said the accountant with a beaming but rathercunning smile, as if flattered at being made the subject ofZherkov's joke, and purposely trying to appear stupider than he reallywas. "Kindly let this cart pass. True, we have no Prater here...". Come quick..." heshouted. "Oooh! Prince Andrew looked inquiringly at him and gave no reply. "The officers don't keep them inhand. His idea was, first,to concentrate all the artillery in the center, and secondly, towithdraw the cavalry to the other side of the dip. Prince Andrew turned his horse andgalloped back to Grunth to find Prince Bagration. "Ugh. That same night, having taken leave of the Minister of War,Bolkonski set off to rejoin the army, not knowing where he wouldfind it and fearing to be captured by the French on the way to Krems. You commandonly my advance guard, and have no right to arrange an armisticewithout my order. "The French battalion rushes to the bridgehead, spikes the guns, and the bridge is taken! With hisleft hand he drew Bagration toward him, and with his right, on whichhe wore a ring, he made the sign of the cross over him with agesture evidently habitual, offering his puffy cheek, but Bagrationkissed him on the neck instead. "Ah, that's the way to talk French," said the picket soldiers. IfKutuzov decided to abandon the road connecting him with the troopsarriving from Russia, he would have to march with no road into unknownparts of the Bohemian mountains, defending himself against superiorforces of the enemy and abandoning all hope of a junction withBuxhowden. "But if the bridge is crossed it means that the army too is lost? Prince Andrew stayed at Brunn with Bilibin, a Russian acquaintanceof his in the diplomatic service. Soldiersscattered over the whole place were dragging logs and brushwood andwere building shelters with merry chatter and laughter; around thefires sat others, dressed and undressed, drying their shirts and legbands or mending boots or overcoats and crowding round the boilers andporridge cookers. cried he angrily. Several officers, with flushedand weary faces, were sitting at the table eating and drinking. * They spin him a thousand gasconades,saying that the war is over, that the Emperor Francis is arranging ameeting with Bonaparte, that they desire to see Prince Auersperg,and so on. He was sentenced to death, however, this sentence was never effectuated. "Oh, my God! The Emperor thanked Prince Andrew and bowed. but the question "How?" Prince Andrew and the officerrode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again. I know you think it your duty to gallop back to the army now that it is in danger. "They've made up splendid packs for me- fit to cross theBohemian mountains with. The Frenchman, confusing the Austrians with theRussians, was trying to prove that the Russians had surrendered andhad fled all the way from Ulm, while Dolokhov maintained that theRussians had not surrendered but had beaten the French. "Harkto him jabbering! "Ah, my dear prince! And Bilibin unwrinkled his temple, feeling that the dilemma was insoluble. The scoundrel is again at our heels!". "You, Bolkonski, don't know," said Bilibin turning to Prince Andrew,"that all the atrocities of the French army (I nearly said of theRussian army) are nothing compared to what this man has been doingamong the women!". On the left our troops were close to a copse,in which smoked the bonfires of our infantry who were felling wood.The French line was wider than ours, and it was plain that theycould easily outflank us on both sides. There was peace and happiness... "I should wishingfor nothing else, nothing, if only I were there," thought Rostov. PrinceAndrew recognized him and stopped to listen to what he was saying.Dolokhov had come from the left flank where their regiment wasstationed, with his captain. Confess that this is delightful," said he. shouted the red-haired,freckled gunner in a merry voice, standing to attention. said Bagration in reply to theofficer's report, and began deliberately to examine the wholebattlefield extended before him. Rostov saw nothing but thehussars running all around him, their spurs catching and theirsabers clattering. "Now then, go on, go on!" The staff officer remained behind and Prince Andrew rode on alone. He has a passion forgiving audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can't doit, as you will see.". "I did not... What is it all about?" "So you're a messenger of victory, eh?Splendid! he said suddenly to Prince Andrew who hadrisen and was going toward his room. Before the officer finished his sentencePrince Andrew, his face distorted with fury, rode up to him and raisedhis riding whip. Kutuzov himself, he was told, was in thehouse with Prince Bagration and Weyrother. His Majesty will probably desire tosee you," he added, bowing his head. and the artilleryman understood him. Eh? Two soldiers held him whiletwo others were flourishing their switches and striking himregularly on his bare back. He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his forehead begantalking to him about politics. he asked hurriedly. "You worked like wegular bwicksand it's nasty work! But this sort of thing is the very devil, with them shootingat you like a target.". A huge, broad-shouldered gunner, NumberOne, holding a mop, his legs far apart, sprang to the wheel; whileNumber Two with a trembling hand placed a charge in the cannon'smouth. The French, the spy reported, having crossed the Vienna bridge, wereadvancing by forced marches toward Znaim, which lay sixty-six milesoff on the line of Kutuzov's retreat. The alarm will besounded and you'll be in a pretty position without your boots!" But theEmperor smiled and interrupted him. "One would think that as an artillery officer you would seta good example, yet here you are without your boots! ho! "Look! said PrinceAndrew riding up to the officer. Only hiseyes gleamed feverishly and his thoughts followed one another withextraordinary clearness and rapidity. Will theyget there and fire the bridge or will the French get withingrapeshot range and wipe them out?" The foremost, wearing a Cossack cloak and lambskin cap andriding a white horse, was Prince Bagration. And Bilibin unwrinkled his temple, feeling that the dilemma wasinsoluble. "Oh! Prince Andrew glanced at Kutuzov's face only a foot distant from himand involuntarily noticed the carefully washed seams of the scarnear his temple, where an Ismail bullet had pierced his skull, and theempty eye socket. It's very sad, very sad!". There was no one to hew down (as hehad always imagined battles to himself), nor could he help to fire thebridge because he had not brought any burning straw with him likethe other soldiers. 'Dearest foe! "Well, it seems that no one has noticed," thought Rostov. "Yes, one is afraid," continued the first speaker, he of thefamiliar voice. Rostov watched his enemy,the colonel, closely- to find in his face confirmation of his ownconjecture, but the colonel did not once glance at Rostov, andlooked as he always did when at the front, solemn and stern. Then the Russian ambassador took him by the shoulder, led him to the window, and began to talk to him. "Listen! But Bogdanich, without looking at or recognizingRostov, shouted to him: "Who's that running on the middle of the bridge? "The French have abandoned the left bank? He made some notes on twopoints, intending to mention them to Bagration. Asmall but distinctly visible enemy column was moving down the hill,probably to strengthen the front line. "Yes, that all happened!" In the passage littleKozlovski was squatting on his heels in front of a clerk. On November 1 Kutuzov had received, through a spy, news that thearmy he commanded was in an almost hopeless position. Orders are issued for a battle.".

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