Only last night and now what years ago it seemed! What years, what years ago! He climbed wearily again upon his wagon.

There had entered into his unhappiness now a new element.

This was a sensation of cold despairing anger that ground should be yielded so helplessly.

About every field, every hedge and lane and tree, as slowly they jogged along he felt this.

Only to-day this corn, these stones, these flowers were Russian, and to-morrow Austrian! This, as it seemed, simply out of the air, dictated by some whispering devil crouching behind a hedge, afraid to appear! This, too, when only a few hours ago there had been that battle of S---- won by them after a struggle of many days; that position, soaked with Russian blood, to be surrendered now as a leaf blows in the wind.
When they arrived at T---- and found our Otriad he was, I believe, so deeply exhausted that he was not conscious of his actions.