Война и мир

Chapter 13

           Butnomoreshotscame.

           OnlywhenapproachingBagratióndidRostóvlethishorsegallopagain,andwithhishandatthesaluterodeuptothegeneral.

           DolgorúkovwasstillinsistingthattheFrenchhadretreatedandhadonlylitfirestodeceiveus.

           “Whatdoesthatprove?”hewassayingasRostóvrodeup.“Theymightretreatandleavethepickets.”

           “It’splainthattheyhavenotallgoneyet,Prince,”saidBagratión.“Waittilltomorrowmorning,we’llfindouteverythingtomorrow.”

           “Thepicketisstillonthehill,yourexcellency,justwhereitwasintheevening,”reportedRostóv,stoopingforwardwithhishandatthesaluteandunabletorepressthesmileofdelightinducedbyhisrideandespeciallybythesoundofthebullets.

           “Verygood,verygood,”saidBagratión.“Thankyou,officer.”

           “Yourexcellency,”saidRostóv,“mayIaskafavor?”

           “Whatisit?”

           “Tomorrowoursquadronistobeinreserve.MayIasktobeattachedtothefirstsquadron?”

           “What’syourname?”

           “CountRostóv.”

           “Oh,verywell,youmaystayinattendanceonme.”

           “CountIlyáRostóv’sson?”askedDolgorúkov.

           ButRostóvdidnotreply.

           “ThenImayreckononit,yourexcellency?”

           “Iwillgivetheorder.”

           “TomorrowverylikelyImaybesentwithsomemessagetotheEmperor,”thoughtRostóv.

           “ThankGod!”

           Thefiresandshoutingintheenemy’sarmywereoccasionedbythefactthatwhileNapoleon’sproclamationwasbeingreadtothetroopstheEmperorhimselfroderoundhisbivouacs

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