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Prince
Andrew
's
regiment
was
among
the
reserves
which
till
after
one
o'clock
were
stationed
inactive
behind
Semënovsk
,
under
heavy
artillery
fire
.
Toward
two
o'clock
the
regiment
,
having
already
lost
more
than
two
hundred
men
,
was
moved
forward
into
a
trampled
oatfield
in
the
gap
between
Semënovsk
and
the
Knoll
Battery
,
where
thousands
of
men
perished
that
day
and
on
which
an
intense
,
concentrated
fire
from
several
hundred
enemy
guns
was
directed
between
one
and
two
o'clock
.
Without
moving
from
that
spot
or
firing
a
single
shot
the
regiment
here
lost
another
third
of
its
men
.
From
in
front
and
especially
from
the
right
,
in
the
unlifting
smoke
the
guns
boomed
,
and
out
of
the
mysterious
domain
of
smoke
that
overlay
the
whole
space
in
front
,
quick
hissing
cannon
balls
and
slow
whistling
shells
flew
unceasingly
.
At
times
,
as
if
to
allow
them
a
respite
,
a
quarter
of
an
hour
passed
during
which
the
cannon
balls
and
shells
all
flew
overhead
,
but
sometimes
several
men
were
torn
from
the
regiment
in
a
minute
and
the
slain
were
continually
being
dragged
away
and
the
wounded
carried
off
.
With
each
fresh
blow
less
and
less
chance
of
life
remained
for
those
not
yet
killed
.
The
regiment
stood
in
columns
of
battalion
,
three
hundred
paces
apart
,
but
nevertheless
the
men
were
always
in
one
and
the
same
mood
.
All
alike
were
taciturn
and
morose
.
Talk
was
rarely
heard
in
the
ranks
,
and
it
ceased
altogether
every
time
the
thud
of
a
successful
shot
and
the
cry
of
"
stretchers
!
"
was
heard
.
Most
of
the
time
,
by
their
officers
'
order
,
the
men
sat
on
the
ground
.
One
,
having
taken
off
his
shako
,
carefully
loosened
the
gathers
of
its
lining
and
drew
them
tight
again
;
another
,
rubbing
some
dry
clay
between
his
palms
,
polished
his
bayonet
;
another
fingered
the
strap
and
pulled
the
buckle
of
his
bandolier
,
while
another
smoothed
and
refolded
his
leg
bands
and
put
his
boots
on
again
.
Some
built
little
houses
of
the
tufts
in
the
plowed
ground
,
or
plaited
baskets
from
the
straw
in
the
cornfield
.
All
seemed
fully
absorbed
in
these
pursuits
.
When
men
were
killed
or
wounded
,
when
rows
of
stretchers
went
past
,
when
some
troops
retreated
,
and
when
great
masses
of
the
enemy
came
into
view
through
the
smoke
,
no
one
paid
any
attention
to
these
things
.
But
when
our
artillery
or
cavalry
advanced
or
some
of
our
infantry
were
seen
to
move
forward
,
words
of
approval
were
heard
on
all
sides
.
But
the
liveliest
attention
was
attracted
by
occurrences
quite
apart
from
,
and
unconnected
with
,
the
battle
.
It
was
as
if
the
minds
of
these
morally
exhausted
men
found
relief
in
everyday
,
commonplace
occurrences
.
A
battery
of
artillery
was
passing
in
front
of
the
regiment
.
The
horse
of
an
ammunition
cart
put
its
leg
over
a
trace
.
"
Hey
,
look
at
the
trace
horse
!
...
Get
her
leg
out
!
She
'll
fall
...
Ah
,
they
do
n't
see
it
!
"
came
identical
shouts
from
the
ranks
all
along
the
regiment
.
Another
time
,
general
attention
was
attracted
by
a
small
brown
dog
,
coming
heaven
knows
whence
,
which
trotted
in
a
preoccupied
manner
in
front
of
the
ranks
with
tail
stiffly
erect
till
suddenly
a
shell
fell
close
by
,
when
it
yelped
,
tucked
its
tail
between
its
legs
,
and
darted
aside
.
Yells
and
shrieks
of
laughter
rose
from
the
whole
regiment
.
But
such
distractions
lasted
only
a
moment
,
and
for
eight
hours
the
men
had
been
inactive
,
without
food
,
in
constant
fear
of
death
,
and
their
pale
and
gloomy
faces
grew
ever
paler
and
gloomier
.
Prince
Andrew
,
pale
and
gloomy
like
everyone
in
the
regiment
,
paced
up
and
down
from
the
border
of
one
patch
to
another
,
at
the
edge
of
the
meadow
beside
an
oatfield
,
with
head
bowed
and
arms
behind
his
back
.
There
was
nothing
for
him
to
do
and
no
orders
to
be
given
.
Everything
went
on
of
itself
.
The
killed
were
dragged
from
the
front
,
the
wounded
carried
away
,
and
the
ranks
closed
up
.
If
any
soldiers
ran
to
the
rear
they
returned
immediately
and
hastily
.
At
first
Prince
Andrew
,
considering
it
his
duty
to
rouse
the
courage
of
the
men
and
to
set
them
an
example
,
walked
about
among
the
ranks
,
but
he
soon
became
convinced
that
this
was
unnecessary
and
that
there
was
nothing
he
could
teach
them
.
All
the
powers
of
his
soul
,
as
of
every
soldier
there
,
were
unconsciously
bent
on
avoiding
the
contemplation
of
the
horrors
of
their
situation
.
He
walked
along
the
meadow
,
dragging
his
feet
,
rustling
the
grass
,
and
gazing
at
the
dust
that
covered
his
boots
;
now
he
took
big
strides
trying
to
keep
to
the
footprints
left
on
the
meadow
by
the
mowers
,
then
he
counted
his
steps
,
calculating
how
often
he
must
walk
from
one
strip
to
another
to
walk
a
mile
,
then
he
stripped
the
flowers
from
the
wormwood
that
grew
along
a
boundary
rut
,
rubbed
them
in
his
palms
,
and
smelled
their
pungent
,
sweetly
bitter
scent
.
Nothing
remained
of
the
previous
day
's
thoughts
.
He
thought
of
nothing
.
He
listened
with
weary
ears
to
the
ever-recurring
sounds
,
distinguishing
the
whistle
of
flying
projectiles
from
the
booming
of
the
reports
,
glanced
at
the
tiresomely
familiar
faces
of
the
men
of
the
first
battalion
,
and
waited
.
"
Here
it
comes
...
this
one
is
coming
our
way
again
!
"
he
thought
,
listening
to
an
approaching
whistle
in
the
hidden
region
of
smoke
.
"
One
,
another
!
Again
!
It
has
hit
...
"
He
stopped
and
looked
at
the
ranks
.
"
No
,
it
has
gone
over
.
But
this
one
has
hit
!
"
And
again
he
started
trying
to
reach
the
boundary
strip
in
sixteen
paces
.
A
whizz
and
a
thud
!
Five
paces
from
him
,
a
cannon
ball
tore
up
the
dry
earth
and
disappeared
.
A
chill
ran
down
his
back
.
Again
he
glanced
at
the
ranks
.
Probably
many
had
been
hit
--
a
large
crowd
had
gathered
near
the
second
battalion
.
"
Adjutant
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Order
them
not
to
crowd
together
.
"
The
adjutant
,
having
obeyed
this
instruction
,
approached
Prince
Andrew
.
From
the
other
side
a
battalion
commander
rode
up
.
"
Look
out
!
"
came
a
frightened
cry
from
a
soldier
and
,
like
a
bird
whirring
in
rapid
flight
and
alighting
on
the
ground
,
a
shell
dropped
with
little
noise
within
two
steps
of
Prince
Andrew
and
close
to
the
battalion
commander
's
horse
.
The
horse
first
,
regardless
of
whether
it
was
right
or
wrong
to
show
fear
,
snorted
,
reared
almost
throwing
the
major
,
and
galloped
aside
.
The
horse
's
terror
infected
the
men
.
