tell me! what _polk_ ?" "Moskovsky, your Honour." "And the Vengerovsky ...

they're to the right, are they ?" "Yes, your Honour.

By the high road, when it comes into the forest." "What?
There where the road turns ?" "_Tak totchno._" "How are things down there just now?
Wounded, do you think ?" "_Ne mogoo znat._ I'm unable to say, your Honour ...

but there's been an attack there an hour ago." "Are those ours ?"--listening to a battery across the fields.
"Ours, your Honour." "Well, we'll go on and see." I had listened to this conversation with the sensation of a man who has stopped himself on the very edge of a precipice.
I thought in those few moments with a marvellous and penetrating clarity.

I had, after all, been always until now at the battle of S----, or when I had gone with the wagons to Nijnieff, on the outskirts of the thing.