And now let me stick to facts.

I left this morning about six with twenty wagons to fetch wounded.

_Such_ a wonderful summer morning--the Forest quite incredibly beautiful, birds singing in thousands, and that strange little stream that runs near our house and can look so abominable when it pleases, was trembling and lovely as though it didn't know what evil was.

We got to the first Red Cross place about eight.

Here was Krylov.