The French were near. Already Prince Andrey, walking beside Bagration, could distinguish clearly the
sashes, the red epaulettes, even the faces of the French. (He saw distinctly one bandy-legged old French
officer, wearing Hessian boots, who was getting up the hill with difficulty, taking hold of the bushes.)
Prince Bagration gave no new command, and still marched in front of the ranks in the same silence.
Suddenly there was the snap of a shot among the French, another and a third
and smoke rose and
firing rang out in all the broken-up ranks of the enemy. Several of our men fell, among them the round-
faced officer, who had been marching so carefully and complacently. But at the very instant of the first
shot, Bagration looked round and shouted, Hurrah! Hurra
a
a
ah! rang out along our lines in a
prolonged roar, and out-stripping Prince Bagration and one another, in no order, but in an eager and
joyous crowd, our men ran downhill after the routed French.