*' Then there was no use in your coming," said the colonel, casting an incredulous glance at the
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captain's stout figure. *' You are, nevertheless, in a condition to fulfil your duty? "
"Certainly I am, sir."
" Well I'm very glad of that, sir. You will take the ninth company from Ensign Zaitzoff — the one you had before; you will receive your orders immediately."
" I obey, sir,"
"Take care to send me the regimental adjutant when you arrive," said the regimental commander, giving him to understand, by a slight nod, that his audience was at an end.
On emerging from the casemate, Kozeltzoff muttered something several times, and shrugged his shoulders, as though pained, embarrassed, or vexed at something, and vexed, not at the regimental commander (there was no cause for that), but at himself, and he appeared to be dissatisfied with himself and with everything about him.
XV.
Before going to his officers, Kozeltzoff went to greet his company, and to see where it was stationed.
The breastwork of gabions, the shapes of the trenches, the cannons which he passed, even the fragments of shot, bombs, over which he stumbled in his path — all this, incessantly illuminated by the light of the firing, was well known to him, all this had engraved itself in vivid colors on his memory, three months before, during' the two weeks which he had spent in this very bastion, without once leaving it. Although there was much that was terrible in these reminiscences, a certain charm of past things was mingled with it, and he recognized the familiar places and objects with pleasure, as though the two weeks spent there had been agreeable ones. The company was stationed along, the defensive wall toward the sixth bastion.
Kozeltzoff entered the long casemate, utterly unprotected at the entrance side, in which they had told him that the ninth company was stationed. There was, literally, no room to set his foot in the casemate, so filled was it, from the very entrance, with soldiers. On one side burned a crooked tallow candle, which a recumbent soldier was holding to illuminate the book which another one was spelling out slowly. Around the candle, in the reeking half-light, heads were visible, eagerly raised in strained attention to the reader. The little book in question was a primer. As Kozeltzoff entered the casemate, he heard the following:
*' Pray-er af-ter lear-ning. I thank Thee, Crea-tor..."
"Snuff that candle! " said a voice. "That's a splendid book." "My... God..." went on the reader.
When Kozeltzoff asked for the sergeant, the reader stopped, the soldiers began to move about, coughed, and blew their noses, as they always do after enforced silence. The sergeant rose near the group about the reader, buttoning up his coat as he did so, and stepping over and on the feet of those who had no room to withdraw them, and came forward to his officer.
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" How are you, brother? Do all these belong to our company? "
" I wish you health! Welcome on your return, Your Honor!" repUed the sergeant, with a cheerful and friendly look at Kozeltzoff. "Has Your Honor recovered your health? Well, God be praised. It has been very dull for us without you."
It was immediately apparent that Kozeltzoff was beloved in the company.
In the depths of the casemate, voices could be heard. Their old commander, who had been wounded, Mikhail Semyonitch Kozeltzoff, had arrived, and so forth; some even approached, and the drummer congratulated him.
" How are you, Obantchuk t " said Kozeltzoff. " Are you all right.'* Good-day, children! " he said, raising his voice.
'' We wish you health! " sounded through the casemate.
'' How are you getting on, children t "
" Badly, Your Honor. The French are getting the better of us. — Fighting from behind the fortifications is bad work, and that's all there is about it! and they won't come out into the open field."
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" Perhaps luck is with me, and God will grant that they shall come out into the field, children! " said Kozeltzoff. ** It won't be the first time that you and I have taken a hand together: we'll beat them again."
"We'll be glad to try it, Your Honor!" exclaimed several voices.
" And how about them — are they really bold? "