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Chapter 8

           

           MeanwhileNesvítski,Zherkóv,andtheofficerofthesuitewerestandingtogetheroutofrangeoftheshots,watching,nowthesmallgroupofmenwithyellowshakos,dark-greenjacketsbraidedwithcord,andblueridingbreeches,whowereswarmingnearthebridge,andthenatwhatwasapproachinginthedistancefromtheoppositeside—theblueuniformsandgroupswithhorses,easilyrecognizableasartillery.

           “Willtheyburnthebridgeornot?Who’llgettherefirst?WilltheygetthereandfirethebridgeorwilltheFrenchgetwithingrapeshotrangeandwipethemout?”Thesewerethequestionseachmanofthetroopsonthehighgroundabovethebridgeinvoluntarilyaskedhimselfwithasinkingheart—watchingthebridgeandthehussarsinthebrighteveninglightandthebluetunicsadvancingfromtheothersidewiththeirbayonetsandguns.

           “Ugh.Thehussarswillgetithot!”saidNesvítski;“theyarewithingrapeshotrangenow.”

           “Heshouldn’thavetakensomanymen,”saidtheofficerofthesuite.

           “Trueenough,”answeredNesvítski;“twosmartfellowscouldhavedonethejobjustaswell.”

           “Ah,yourexcellency,”putinZherkóv,hiseyesfixedonthehussars,butstillwiththatnaïveairthatmadeitimpossibletoknowwhetherhewasspeakinginjestorinearnest.“Ah,yourexcellency!Howyoulookatthings!Sendtwomen?AndwhothenwouldgiveustheVladímirmedalandribbon?Butnow,eveniftheydogetpeppered,thesquadronmayberecommendedforhonorsandhemaygetaribbon.OurBogdánichknowshowthingsaredone.

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