The Cossacks did not fire and were now only five paces distant.
Another moment passed and the Cossacks with a whoop rushed out on both sides from behind the cart--Lukashka in front of them.

Olenin heard only a few shots, then shouting and moans.

He thought he saw smoke and blood, and abandoning his horse and quite beside himself he ran towards the Cossacks.

Horror seemed to blind him.

He could not make out anything, but understood that all was over.