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Denísov
considered
it
dangerous
to
make
a
second
attack
for
fear
of
putting
the
whole
column
on
the
alert
,
so
he
sent
Tíkhon
Shcherbáty
,
a
peasant
of
his
party
,
to
Shámshevo
to
try
and
seize
at
least
one
of
the
French
quartermasters
who
had
been
sent
on
in
advance
.
It
was
a
warm
rainy
autumn
day
.
The
sky
and
the
horizon
were
both
the
color
of
muddy
water
.
At
times
a
sort
of
mist
descended
,
and
then
suddenly
heavy
slanting
rain
came
down
.
Denísov
in
a
felt
cloak
and
a
sheepskin
cap
from
which
the
rain
ran
down
was
riding
a
thin
thoroughbred
horse
with
sunken
sides
.
Like
his
horse
,
which
turned
its
head
and
laid
its
ears
back
,
he
shrank
from
the
driving
rain
and
gazed
anxiously
before
him
.
His
thin
face
with
its
short
,
thick
black
beard
looked
angry
.
Beside
Denísov
rode
an
esaul
,
*
Denísov
's
fellow
worker
,
also
in
felt
cloak
and
sheepskin
cap
,
and
riding
a
large
sleek
Don
horse
.
*
A
captain
of
Cossacks
.
Esaul
Lováyski
the
Third
was
a
tall
man
as
straight
as
an
arrow
,
pale-faced
,
fair-haired
,
with
narrow
light
eyes
and
with
calm
self-satisfaction
in
his
face
and
bearing
.
Though
it
was
impossible
to
say
in
what
the
peculiarity
of
the
horse
and
rider
lay
,
yet
at
first
glance
at
the
esaul
and
Denísov
one
saw
that
the
latter
was
wet
and
uncomfortable
and
was
a
man
mounted
on
a
horse
,
while
looking
at
the
esaul
one
saw
that
he
was
as
comfortable
and
as
much
at
ease
as
always
and
that
he
was
not
a
man
who
had
mounted
a
horse
,
but
a
man
who
was
one
with
his
horse
,
a
being
consequently
possessed
of
twofold
strength
.
A
little
ahead
of
them
walked
a
peasant
guide
,
wet
to
the
skin
and
wearing
a
gray
peasant
coat
and
a
white
knitted
cap
.
A
little
behind
,
on
a
poor
,
small
,
lean
Kirghíz
mount
with
an
enormous
tail
and
mane
and
a
bleeding
mouth
,
rode
a
young
officer
in
a
blue
French
overcoat
.
Beside
him
rode
an
hussar
,
with
a
boy
in
a
tattered
French
uniform
and
blue
cap
behind
him
on
the
crupper
of
his
horse
.
The
boy
held
on
to
the
hussar
with
cold
,
red
hands
,
and
raising
his
eyebrows
gazed
about
him
with
surprise
.
This
was
the
French
drummer
boy
captured
that
morning
.
Behind
them
along
the
narrow
,
sodden
,
cut
up
forest
road
came
hussars
in
threes
and
fours
,
and
then
Cossacks
:
some
in
felt
cloaks
,
some
in
French
greatcoats
,
and
some
with
horsecloths
over
their
heads
.
The
horses
,
being
drenched
by
the
rain
,
all
looked
black
whether
chestnut
or
bay
.
Their
necks
,
with
their
wet
,
close-clinging
manes
,
looked
strangely
thin
.
Steam
rose
from
them
.
Clothes
,
saddles
,
reins
,
were
all
wet
,
slippery
,
and
sodden
,
like
the
ground
and
the
fallen
leaves
that
strewed
the
road
.
The
men
sat
huddled
up
trying
not
to
stir
,
so
as
to
warm
the
water
that
had
trickled
to
their
bodies
and
not
admit
the
fresh
cold
water
that
was
leaking
in
under
their
seats
,
their
knees
,
and
at
the
back
of
their
necks
.
In
the
midst
of
the
outspread
line
of
Cossacks
two
wagons
,
drawn
by
French
horses
and
by
saddled
Cossack
horses
that
had
been
hitched
on
in
front
,
rumbled
over
the
tree
stumps
and
branches
and
splashed
through
the
water
that
lay
in
the
ruts
.
