From, as it appeared, a great distance, I heard the Colonel's voice: "_Slava Bogu_, another step to the right and we'd not have had time to say 'good-bye.'...

Get in there, you ...

with your head out like that, do you want another ?" I was conscious then of Andrey Vassilievitch sitting huddled on the ground of the trench, his head tucked into his chest.
"You're not hurt, are you ?" I said, bending down to him, He got up and to my surprise seemed quite composed.

He was rubbing his eyes as though he had waked from sleep.
"Not at all," he answered in his shrill little voice.

"No....