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"
You
think
he
went
off
just
by
chance
?
"
said
a
comrade
,
who
was
on
the
staff
that
evening
,
to
the
officer
of
the
Horse
Guards
,
referring
to
Ermólov
.
"
It
was
a
trick
.
It
was
done
on
purpose
to
get
Konovnítsyn
into
trouble
.
You
'll
see
what
a
mess
there
'll
be
tomorrow
.
"
Next
day
the
decrepit
Kutúzov
,
having
given
orders
to
be
called
early
,
said
his
prayers
,
dressed
,
and
,
with
an
unpleasant
consciousness
of
having
to
direct
a
battle
he
did
not
approve
of
,
got
into
his
calèche
and
drove
from
Letashóvka
(
a
village
three
and
a
half
miles
from
Tarútino
)
to
the
place
where
the
attacking
columns
were
to
meet
.
He
sat
in
the
calèche
,
dozing
and
waking
up
by
turns
,
and
listening
for
any
sound
of
firing
on
the
right
as
an
indication
that
the
action
had
begun
.
But
all
was
still
quiet
.
A
damp
dull
autumn
morning
was
just
dawning
.
On
approaching
Tarútino
Kutúzov
noticed
cavalrymen
leading
their
horses
to
water
across
the
road
along
which
he
was
driving
.
Kutúzov
looked
at
them
searchingly
,
stopped
his
carriage
,
and
inquired
what
regiment
they
belonged
to
.
They
belonged
to
a
column
that
should
have
been
far
in
front
and
in
ambush
long
before
then
.
"
It
may
be
a
mistake
,
"
thought
the
old
commander
in
chief
.
But
a
little
further
on
he
saw
infantry
regiments
with
their
arms
piled
and
the
soldiers
,
only
partly
dressed
,
eating
their
rye
porridge
and
carrying
fuel
.
He
sent
for
an
officer
.
The
officer
reported
that
no
order
to
advance
had
been
received
.
"
How
!
Not
rec
...
"
Kutúzov
began
,
but
checked
himself
immediately
and
sent
for
a
senior
officer
.
Getting
out
of
his
calèche
,
he
waited
with
drooping
head
and
breathing
heavily
,
pacing
silently
up
and
down
.
When
Eýkhen
,
the
officer
of
the
general
staff
whom
he
had
summoned
,
appeared
,
Kutúzov
went
purple
in
the
face
,
not
because
that
officer
was
to
blame
for
the
mistake
,
but
because
he
was
an
object
of
sufficient
importance
for
him
to
vent
his
wrath
on
.
Trembling
and
panting
the
old
man
fell
into
that
state
of
fury
in
which
he
sometimes
used
to
roll
on
the
ground
,
and
he
fell
upon
Eýkhen
,
threatening
him
with
his
hands
,
shouting
and
loading
him
with
gross
abuse
.
Another
man
,
Captain
Brózin
,
who
happened
to
turn
up
and
who
was
not
at
all
to
blame
,
suffered
the
same
fate
.
"
What
sort
of
another
blackguard
are
you
?
I
'll
have
you
shot
!
Scoundrels
!
"
yelled
Kutúzov
in
a
hoarse
voice
,
waving
his
arms
and
reeling
.
He
was
suffering
physically
.
He
,
the
commander
in
chief
,
a
Serene
Highness
who
everybody
said
possessed
powers
such
as
no
man
had
ever
had
in
Russia
,
to
be
placed
in
this
position
--
made
the
laughingstock
of
the
whole
army
!
"
I
need
n't
have
been
in
such
a
hurry
to
pray
about
today
,
or
have
kept
awake
thinking
everything
over
all
night
,
"
thought
he
to
himself
.
"
When
I
was
a
chit
of
an
officer
no
one
would
have
dared
to
mock
me
so
...
and
now
!
"
He
was
in
a
state
of
physical
suffering
as
if
from
corporal
punishment
,
and
could
not
avoid
expressing
it
by
cries
of
anger
and
distress
.
But
his
strength
soon
began
to
fail
him
,
and
looking
about
him
,
conscious
of
having
said
much
that
was
amiss
,
he
again
got
into
his
calèche
and
drove
back
in
silence
His
wrath
,
once
expended
,
did
not
return
,
and
blinking
feebly
he
listened
to
excuses
and
self-justifications
(
Ermólov
did
not
come
to
see
him
till
the
next
day
)
and
to
the
insistence
of
Bennigsen
,
Konovnítsyn
,
and
Toll
that
the
movement
that
had
miscarried
should
be
executed
next
day
.
And
once
more
Kutúzov
had
to
consent
.
Next
day
the
troops
assembled
in
their
appointed
places
in
the
evening
and
advanced
during
the
night
.
It
was
an
autumn
night
with
dark
purple
clouds
,
but
no
rain
.
The
ground
was
damp
but
not
muddy
,
and
the
troops
advanced
noiselessly
,
only
occasionally
a
jingling
of
the
artillery
could
be
faintly
heard
.
The
men
were
forbidden
to
talk
out
loud
,
to
smoke
their
pipes
,
or
to
strike
a
light
,
and
they
tried
to
prevent
their
horses
neighing
.
The
secrecy
of
the
undertaking
heightened
its
charm
and
they
marched
gaily
.
Some
columns
,
supposing
they
had
reached
their
destination
,
halted
,
piled
arms
,
and
settled
down
on
the
cold
ground
,
but
the
majority
marched
all
night
and
arrived
at
places
where
they
evidently
should
not
have
been
.
Only
Count
Orlóv-Denísov
with
his
Cossacks
(
the
least
important
detachment
of
all
)
got
to
his
appointed
place
at
the
right
time
.
This
detachment
halted
at
the
outskirts
of
a
forest
,
on
the
path
leading
from
the
village
of
Stromílova
to
Dmítrovsk
.
Toward
dawn
,
Count
Orlóv-Denísov
,
who
had
dozed
off
,
was
awakened
by
a
deserter
from
the
French
army
being
brought
to
him
.
This
was
a
Polish
sergeant
of
Poniatowski
's
corps
,
who
explained
in
Polish
that
he
had
come
over
because
he
had
been
slighted
in
the
service
:
that
he
ought
long
ago
to
have
been
made
an
officer
,
that
he
was
braver
than
any
of
them
,
and
so
he
had
left
them
and
wished
to
pay
them
out
.
He
said
that
Murat
was
spending
the
night
less
than
a
mile
from
where
they
were
,
and
that
if
they
would
let
him
have
a
convoy
of
a
hundred
men
he
would
capture
him
alive
.
Count
Orlóv-Denísov
consulted
his
fellow
officers
.
