Then we had fallen down between the woods, every step muffling the sounds.
Everything was dark as though a curtain had been dropped.
Semyonov turned round to me.
"Well," he said, "there's your battle....

You've been in the thick of it to-day!" I saw his eyes turned to Marie Ivanovna as though already he possessed her.
I was suddenly tired, disappointed, exhausted.
"We've not been in the thick of it," I answered.

"We have missed it--all day we have missed it!" I tried to settle down in my wagon.

"I beg your pardon," I said irritably to Trenchard, "but your boot is in my neck!".