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Then
a
general
rode
past
shouting
something
angrily
,
not
in
Russian
.
"
Tafa-lafa
!
But
what
he
's
jabbering
no
one
can
make
out
,
"
said
a
soldier
,
mimicking
the
general
who
had
ridden
away
.
"
I
'd
shoot
them
,
the
scoundrels
!
"
"
We
were
ordered
to
be
at
the
place
before
nine
,
but
we
have
n't
got
halfway
.
Fine
orders
!
"
was
being
repeated
on
different
sides
.
And
the
feeling
of
energy
with
which
the
troops
had
started
began
to
turn
into
vexation
and
anger
at
the
stupid
arrangements
and
at
the
Germans
.
The
cause
of
the
confusion
was
that
while
the
Austrian
cavalry
was
moving
toward
our
left
flank
,
the
higher
command
found
that
our
center
was
too
far
separated
from
our
right
flank
and
the
cavalry
were
all
ordered
to
turn
back
to
the
right
.
Several
thousand
cavalry
crossed
in
front
of
the
infantry
,
who
had
to
wait
.
At
the
front
an
altercation
occurred
between
an
Austrian
guide
and
a
Russian
general
.
The
general
shouted
a
demand
that
the
cavalry
should
be
halted
,
the
Austrian
argued
that
not
he
,
but
the
higher
command
,
was
to
blame
.
The
troops
meanwhile
stood
growing
listless
and
dispirited
.
After
an
hour
's
delay
they
at
last
moved
on
,
descending
the
hill
.
The
fog
that
was
dispersing
on
the
hill
lay
still
more
densely
below
,
where
they
were
descending
.
In
front
in
the
fog
a
shot
was
heard
and
then
another
,
at
first
irregularly
at
varying
intervals
--
trata
...
tat
--
and
then
more
and
more
regularly
and
rapidly
,
and
the
action
at
the
Goldbach
Stream
began
.
Not
expecting
to
come
on
the
enemy
down
by
the
stream
,
and
having
stumbled
on
him
in
the
fog
,
hearing
no
encouraging
word
from
their
commanders
,
and
with
a
consciousness
of
being
too
late
spreading
through
the
ranks
,
and
above
all
being
unable
to
see
anything
in
front
or
around
them
in
the
thick
fog
,
the
Russians
exchanged
shots
with
the
enemy
lazily
and
advanced
and
again
halted
,
receiving
no
timely
orders
from
the
officers
or
adjutants
who
wandered
about
in
the
fog
in
those
unknown
surroundings
unable
to
find
their
own
regiments
.
In
this
way
the
action
began
for
the
first
,
second
,
and
third
columns
,
which
had
gone
down
into
the
valley
.
The
fourth
column
,
with
which
Kutúzov
was
,
stood
on
the
Pratzen
Heights
.
Below
,
where
the
fight
was
beginning
,
there
was
still
thick
fog
;
on
the
higher
ground
it
was
clearing
,
but
nothing
could
be
seen
of
what
was
going
on
in
front
.
Whether
all
the
enemy
forces
were
,
as
we
supposed
,
six
miles
away
,
or
whether
they
were
near
by
in
that
sea
of
mist
,
no
one
knew
till
after
eight
o'clock
.
It
was
nine
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
The
fog
lay
unbroken
like
a
sea
down
below
,
but
higher
up
at
the
village
of
Schlappanitz
where
Napoleon
stood
with
his
marshals
around
him
,
it
was
quite
light
.
Above
him
was
a
clear
blue
sky
,
and
the
sun
's
vast
orb
quivered
like
a
huge
hollow
,
crimson
float
on
the
surface
of
that
milky
sea
of
mist
.
The
whole
French
army
,
and
even
Napoleon
himself
with
his
staff
,
were
not
on
the
far
side
of
the
streams
and
hollows
of
Sokolnitz
and
Schlappanitz
beyond
which
we
intended
to
take
up
our
position
and
begin
the
action
,
but
were
on
this
side
,
so
close
to
our
own
forces
that
Napoleon
with
the
naked
eye
could
distinguish
a
mounted
man
from
one
on
foot
.
Napoleon
,
in
the
blue
cloak
which
he
had
worn
on
his
Italian
campaign
,
sat
on
his
small
gray
Arab
horse
a
little
in
front
of
his
marshals
.
He
gazed
silently
at
the
hills
which
seemed
to
rise
out
of
the
sea
of
mist
and
on
which
the
Russian
troops
were
moving
in
the
distance
,
and
he
listened
to
the
sounds
of
firing
in
the
valley
.
Not
a
single
muscle
of
his
face
--
which
in
those
days
was
still
thin
--
moved
.
His
gleaming
eyes
were
fixed
intently
on
one
spot
.
His
predictions
were
being
justified
.
