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战争与和平(上)-第章

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had gone。 The round; hard; eagle eyes looked ecstatically and rather disdainfully before him; obviously not resting on anything; though there was still the same deliberation in his measured movements。
The colonel addressed a protest to Prince Bagration; urging him to go back; as there it was too dangerous for him。 “I beg of you; your excellency; for God’s sake!” he kept on saying; looking for support to the officer of the suite; who only turned away from him。
“Only look; your excellency!” He called his attention to the bullets which were continually whizzing; singing; and hissing about them。 He spoke in the tone of protest and entreaty with which a carpenter speaks to a gentleman who has picked up a hatchet。 “We are used to it; but you may blister your fingers。” He talked as though these bullets could not kill him; and his half…closed eyes gave a still more persuasive effect to his words。 The staff…officer added his protests to the colonel; but Bagration made them no answer。 He merely gave the order to cease firing; and to form so as to make room for the two battalions of reinforcements。 Just as he was speaking the cloud of smoke covering the hollow was lifted as by an unseen hand and blown by the rising wind from right to left。 and the opposite hill came into sight with the French moving across it。 All eyes instinctively fastened on that French column moving down upon them and winding in and out over the ups and downs of the ground。 Already they could see the fur caps of the soldiers; could distinguish officers from privates; could see their flag flapping against its staff。
“How well they’re marching;” said some one in Bagration’s suite。
The front part of the column was already dipping down into the hollow。 The engagement would take place then on the nearer side of the slope…
The remnants of the regiment that had already been in action; forming hurriedly; drew off to the right; the two battalions of the Sixth Chasseurs marched up in good order; driving the last stragglers before them They had not yet reached Bagration; but the heavy; weighty tread could be heard of the whole mass keeping step。 On the left flank; nearest of all to Bagration; marched the captain; a round…faced imposing…looking man; with a foolish and happy expression of face。 It was the same infantry officer who had run out of the shanty after Tushin。 He was obviously thinking of nothing at the moment; but that he was marching before his commander in fine style。 With the complacency of a man on parade; he stepped springing on his muscular legs; drawing himself up without the slightest effort; as though he were swinging; and this easy elasticity was a striking contrast to the heavy tread of the soldiers keeping step with him。 He wore hanging by his leg an unsheathed; slender; narrow sword (a small bent sabre; more like a toy than a weapon); and looking about him; now at the commander; now behind; he turned his whole powerful frame round without getting out of step。 It looked as though all the force of his soul was directed to marching by his commander in the best style possible。 And conscious that he was accomplishing this; he was happy。 “Left … left … left …” he seemed to be inwardly repeating at each alternate step。 And the wall of soldierly figures; weighed down by their knapsacks and guns; with their faces all grave in different ways; moved by in the same rhythm; as though each of the hundreds of soldiers were repeating mentally at each alternate step; “Left … left … left …” A stout major skirted a bush on the road; puffing and shifting his step。 A soldier; who had dropped behind; trotted after the company; looking panic…stricken at his own defection。 A cannon ball; whizzing through the air; flew over the heads of Prince Bagration and his suite; and in time to the same rhythm; “Left … left …” it fell into the column。
“Close the ranks!” rang out the jaunty voice of the captain。 The soldiers marched in a half circle round something in the place where the ball had fallen; and an old cavalryman; an under officer; lingered behind near the dead; and overtaking his line; changed feet with a hop; got into step; and looked angrily about him。 “Left … left … left …” seemed to echo out of the menacing silence and the monotonous sound of the simultaneous tread of the feet on the ground。
“Well done; lads!” said Prince Bagration。
“For your ex … slen; slen; slency!” rang out along the ranks。 A surly…looking soldier; marching on the left; turned his eyes on Bagration as he shouted; with an expression that seemed to say; “We know that without telling。” Another; opening his mouth wide; shouted without glancing round; and marched on; as though afraid of letting his attention stray。 The order was given to halt and take off their knapsacks。
Bagration rode round the ranks of men who had marched by him; and then dismounted from his horse。 He gave the reins to a Cossack; took off his cloak and handed it to him; stretched his legs and set his cap straight on his head。 The French column with the officers in front came into sight under the hill。
“With God’s help!” cried Bagration in a resolute; sonorous voice。 He turned for one instant to the front line; and swinging his arms a little; with the awkward; lumbering gait of a man always on horseback; he walked forward over the uneven ground。 Prince Andrey felt that some unseen force was drawing him forward; and he had a sensation of great happiness。
The French were near。 Already Prince Andrey; walking beside Bagration; could distinguish clearly the sashes; the red epaulettes; even the faces of the French。 (He saw distinctly one bandy…legged old French officer; wearing Hessian boots; who was getting up the hill with difficulty; taking hold of the bushes。) Prince Bagration gave no new command; and still marched in front of the ranks in the same silence。 Suddenly there was the snap of a shot among the French; another and a third … and smoke rose and firing rang out in all the broken…up ranks of the enemy。 Several of our men fell; among them the round…faced officer; who had been marching so carefully and complacently。 But at the very instant of the first shot; Bagration looked round and shouted; “Hurrah!” “Hurra … a … a … ah!” rang out along our lines in a prolonged roar; and out…stripping Prince Bagration and one another; in no order; but in an eager and joyous crowd; our men ran downhill after the routed French。


Chapter 19
THE ATTACK of the Sixth Chasseurs covered the retreat of the right flank。 In the centre Tushin’s forgotten battery had succeeded in setting fire to Sch?ngraben and delaying the advance of the French。 The French stayed to put out the fire; which was fanned by the wind; and this gave time for the Russians to retreat。 The retreat of the centre beyond the ravine was hurried and noisy; but the different companies kept apart。 But the left flank; which consisted of the Azovsky and Podolosky infantry and the Pavlograd hussars; was simultaneously attacked in front and surrounded by the cream of the French army under Lannes; and was thrown into disorder。 Bagration had sent Zherkov to the general in command of the left flank with orders to retreat immediately。
Zherkov
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