" Well, after all, I had better wait for him here," he said.
In fact, the general returned, twenty minutes later, accompanied by the officers, who had been with him; among their number was the yunker, Baron Pesth, but Praskukhin was not with them. The lodgements had been captured and occupied by our forces.
After receiving a full account of the engagement, Kalugin and Pesth went out of the casemates.
" There is blood on your cloak; have you been having a hand-to-hand fight? " Kalugin asked him.
" Oh, 'tis frightful! Just imagine..."
And Pesth began to relate how he had led his company, how the commander of the company had been killed, how he had spitted a Frenchman, and how, if it had not been for him, the battle would have been lost.
The foundations for this tale, that the company commander had been killed, and that Pesth had killed a Frenchman, were correct; but, in giving the details, the yunker had invented facts and bragged.
He bragged involuntarily, because, during the whole engagement, he had been in a kind of mist, and had forgotten himself to such a degree that everything which happened seemed to him to have happened somewhere, sometime, and with some one, and very naturally he had endeavored to
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bring out these details in a light which should be favorable to himself. But what had happened in reality was this: —
The battalion to which the yunker had been ordered for the sortie had stood under fire for two hours, near a wall; then the commander of the battalion said something, the company commanders made a move, the battalion got under way, issued forth from behind the breastworks, marched forward a hundred paces, and came to a halt in columns. Pesth had been ordered to take his stand on the right flank of the second company.
The yunker stood his ground, absolutely without knowing where he was, or why he was there, and, with restrained breath, and with a cold chill running down his spine, he had stared stupidly straight ahead into the dark beyond, in the expectation of something terrible. But, since there was no firing in progress, he did not feel so much terrified as he did queer and strange at finding himself outside the fortress, in the open plain. Again the battalion commander ahead said something. Again the oflficers had conversed in whispers, as they communicated the orders, and the black wall of the first company suddenly disappeared. They bad been ordered to lie down. The second company lay down also, and Pesth, in the act, pricked bis band on something sharp. The only man who did not lie down was the commander of the second company. His short form, with the naked sword which he was flourishing, talking incessantly the while, moved about in front of the troop.
*' Children! my lads!... look at me! Don't fire at them, but at them with your bayonets, the dogs! When I shout, Hurrah! follow me close... thechief thing is to be as close together as possible... let us show what we are made of! Do not let us cover ourselves with shame — shall we, hey, my children.? For our father the Tsar! "
" What is our company commander's surname } " Pesth inquired of a yunker, who was lying beside him. " What a brave fellow he is! "
" Yes, he's always that way in a fight..." answered the yunker. *' His name is Lisinkovsky."
At that moment, a flame flashed up in front of the company. There was a crash, which deafened them all, stones and splinters flew high in the air
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(fifty seconds, at least, later a stone fell from above and crushed the foot of a soldier). This was a bomb from an elevated platform, and the fact that it fell in the midst of the company proved that the French had caught sight of the column.
*' So they are sending bombs!... Just let us get at you, and you shall feel the bayonet of a three-sided Russian, curse you!" shouted the commander of the company, in so loud a tone that the battalion commander was forced to order him to be quiet and not to make so much noise.