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Chapter 21

           

           “Tellthemtogivemeaseat,forGod’ssake!”

           “Givehimaseat,”saidTúshin.“Layacloakforhimtositon,lad,”hesaid,addressinghisfavoritesoldier.“Andwhereisthewoundedofficer?”

           “Hehasbeensetdown.Hedied,”repliedsomeone.

           “Helphimup.Sitdown,dearfellow,sitdown!Spreadoutthecloak,Antónov.”

           ThecadetwasRostóv.Withonehandhesupportedtheother;hewaspaleandhisjawtrembled,shiveringfeverishly.Hewasplacedon“Matvévna,”thegunfromwhichtheyhadremovedthedeadofficer.Thecloaktheyspreadunderhimwaswetwithbloodwhichstainedhisbreechesandarm.

           “What,areyouwounded,mylad?”saidTúshin,approachingthegunonwhichRostóvsat.

           “No,it’sasprain.”

           “Thenwhatisthisbloodontheguncarriage?”inquiredTúshin.

           “Itwastheofficer,yourhonor,stainedit,”answeredtheartilleryman,wipingawaythebloodwithhiscoatsleeve,asifapologizingforthestateofhisgun.

           Itwasallthattheycoulddotogetthegunsuptheriseaidedbytheinfantry,andhavingreachedthevillageofGruntersdorftheyhalted.Ithadgrownsodarkthatonecouldnotdistinguishtheuniformstenpacesoff,andthefiringhadbeguntosubside.Suddenly,nearbyontheright,shoutingandfiringwereagainheard.Flashesofshotgleamedinthedarkness.ThiswasthelastFrenchattackandwasmetbysoldierswhohadshelteredinthevillagehouses.Theyallrushedoutofthevillageagain,butTúshin’sgunscouldnotmove,andtheartillerymen,Túshin,andthecadetexchangedsilentglancesastheyawaitedtheirfate.

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