There'll be plenty to do to-morrow!" Little Andrey Vassilievitch, whom during the retreat I had entirely forgotten, looked very pathetic.

He was dusty and dirty and hated his discomfort.

He did not know where to go and was in everybody's way.
Nikitin was immensely busy and had no time to waste on his friend.
Poor Andrey was tired and terribly depressed.
"What I say is," he confided to us in a voice that trembled a little, "that we are not to despair.

We have to retreat to-day, but who knows what will happen to-morrow?
Every one is aware that Russia is a glorious country and has endless resources.

Well then....