There were no sleep-deprived dull ones. Integrated and separate spelling not with participles

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Unwarming sun, incessant rain, unfrozen river, unpainted benches, unsown fields, unresolved problems, uncovered head, sleep-deprived child, unawakened city.

Valley not illuminated by the rays of the sun; ground not covered with snow; crickets that don't stop until night; part not completed by a worker; undisturbed silence; a gaze that does not miss anything; a predator that does not allow one to approach; a field not yet sown; a wound that does not heal for a long time; grass that has not had time to dry.

Not explored, but wild taiga; not frozen, but still flowing river; not a beaten path, but a barely noticeable path.

Not illuminated, not burned, not crossed, not armed, not cut, not abandoned.

I. 1. We walked quietly along an unbeaten field path through trampled, downed stubble, and only our steps and voices were heard. (L.T.) 2. In the classroom there was a thick, drawn-out, incessant hum, reminiscent of the buzzing of a swarm of bees. (Kupr.) 3. Above, Stozhary smoldered like an unextinguished fire. (Sh.) 4. Telegin folded the unread letter. (A.N.T.) 5. The fragile ice lies on the cold river, like melting sugar. (N.) 6. The firm, unblinking gaze confused Pavka. (N.O.) 7. The uncooled evening shadows stretched obliquely. (Seraph.) 8. The cool autumn sun was shining above us. (Closed)

II. 1. The boy looked at us with perplexed eyes. 2. An indignant exclamation escaped from one of the arguers. 3. The friend took the unfinished book and went out into the garden. 4. There was an unfinished letter on the table 5. The street ended with an unfinished building.

III. 1. The body continued to hurt, but it also hurt quietly - not with a grinding, sharp pain, like a laceration, but with a quiet, aching pain. (Sim.) 2. Memories are not dried flowers and relics, but a living, trembling world full of poetry. (Paust.) 3. An afternoon nap in a stuffy, drying atmosphere does not have a strengthening, but a relaxing effect. (Ch.) 4. It was not a caressing gentle breeze, but a dry, hot wind. 5. Behind the forest, not sown, but only plowed fields began.

IV. 1. Nature reserves are needed for scientific research as standards of nature, not mastered by man. This is especially important now, when there are almost no corners left on the entire planet untouched economic activity. (E. Syroechkovsky.) 2. It’s good to carry happiness through life, unaffected by a bullet, fidelity, not forgotten along the way. (Other) 3. The silence, undisturbed by either movement or sound, is especially striking. (L.T.) 4. Almost every evening after work, one of Pavel’s comrades sat with him, and they read, copied something from books, preoccupied, not having time to wash themselves. (M.G.) 5. People who did not dare to mock Gerasim were afraid of him. (T.) 6. A warm wind is already blowing across the steppe, which has not had time to cool down overnight. (Cor.) 7. The iron roof, which had not been painted for a long time, was red with rust. (L.T.) 8. Mumu, who had never been in such magnificent chambers in her life, was very frightened. (T.) 9. To the right and left, tall reeds rustled with dark, not yet feathered tassels. (Pol.) 10. And the child [Oblomov] watched everything and observed everything with his childish mind, not missing anything. (Gonch.) 11. The house stood in the middle of the steppe, unfenced. (Ch.)

V. 1. Muromsky’s horse, which had never been hunting, got scared and bolted. (P.) 2. The sun was rising. Not yet visible to the eye, it spread a transparent fan of pink rays across the sky. (M.G.)

VI. 1. The joy of work is incomparable to any other joys. (Sukhoml.) 2. The house is not finished yet, a dozen carpenters are busy around it. (M.G.) 3. We wander along those paths where the grass is not cut. (Isa.) 4. Only one strip is not compressed. (N.) 5. The field is not measured, the sheep are not counted, the shepherd is horned. (Riddle.)

Mixed examples

1. The estate was small, the house was old and simple, the farming was simple and did not require much maintenance. (Boon.) 2. In the distance, vague gray masses of unfinished buildings could be seen. (Guide.) 3. In a dark small gorge we begin our long haul water of the great northern river Pechora. (Zhiten.) 4. Unmown meadows are so fragrant that, out of habit, your head becomes foggy and heavy. (Paust.) 5. No matter what life teaches us, the heart believes in miracles: there is unfailing strength, there is also imperishable beauty. (Tutch.) 6. I don’t quite dare to unravel your unspoken reproach. (P.) 7. In an extraordinary, never-heard-of silence, dawn arises. (Paust.) 8. Only you, my dear bird, are barely visible in the warm nest. Svetlogruda, light, small, is not intimidated by the storm alone. (A. Fet.) 9. Alexey gathered around several unopened raw fir cones and laid them by the fire. (Floor.)

No plant makes such an impression as the baobab, although itabsurdity Andclumsiness catch your eye. This tree is a symbol of tropical Africa and a sourcefables and fairy tales. Baobabnot tall , but stories about its thickness causemistrust . In Tanzania, the baobab grows, the circumference of which is more than 40 meters. Coveredunevenness the bark is pinkish-gray and resembles elephant skin. There is a recess at the topnot a bath , but a whole pool filled with water during the rainy season. In October, beautiful white flowers appear on the trees along with the leaves.

Text style: journalistic, as the text resembles a certain article about the baobab tree. I would also classify this text as an artistic style, since the text contains a description of the baobab tree, and uses connotative words and metaphors.

Topic: baobab.

    Choose words that are not used without NOT.

A)indignation

B) (in)attention

IN) ignorant

D) (ill)literacy

D)slave

E) forget-me-not

    Select examples of separate spelling NOT with nouns:

A)Illiteracy - a sign of an uncultured person.

B)Not literate helped you today, but persistence.

IN)Not a friend You are me, but just a fellow traveler.

G)Foe won't sympathize.

D)Not happiness I experienced a momentary weakness.

E)Misfortune confused all our plans.

    Open the brackets and graphically indicate the spelling.

Careless letter,not at all hot day,not daddy's briefcase, short trees, But spreading,not attentive but absent-minded studentnot far pleasant procedureshallow well,Absolutely not strict teacher, ringnot gold , not far dangerous tricknon-residential apartment,dim, but Nice dress,not grandma's handkerchief,unflattering reviews,not to anyone necessary book,not dark, but Moonlight night.

    Open parenthesis. Spread the sacraments dependent words. Write it down according to the example.Sample. An unread book is a book I have not read

unfinished work - work not completed by the student

sleep-deprived child - child not getting enough sleep due to noise

failed performance - a performance that did not take place for some reason

not warming sun - sun not warming with rays

non-freezing stream - a stream that does not freeze in winter

unfinished assignment - an assignment not completed by the student

unbuilt house - a house not built by builders

unread letter - unread letter by me

    Open the brackets, changing the phrases according to the example.

Sample. An unread book is a book that has not been read.

unmown grass - the grass is not mown

unwritten fairy tale - fairy tale not written

unplowed meadow - the meadow is not plowed

unheard silence - unheard silence

uncreated device - device not created

unstudied paragraph - paragraph not studied

undug hole - the hole is not dug

unsown flowers - flowers not sown

unprocessed field - the field is not processed

    Open the brackets by inserting antonyms instead of asterisks.

Sample. (Not) descending, but a *** elevator. - Not a descending elevator, but an ascending elevator.

Not blooming, but fading plants.

Not reduced, but enlarged numbers.

Not collected, but scattered toys.

Not darkened, but bleached scene.

Not moving away, but approaching train.

Prince Bagration, having reached the highest point of our right flank, began to descend downwards, where rolling fire was heard and nothing was visible from the gunpowder smoke. The closer they descended to the ravine, the less they could see, but the more sensitive the proximity of the real battlefield became. They began to meet wounded people. One, with a bloody head, without a hat, was dragged by two soldiers by the arms. He wheezed and spat. The bullet apparently hit the mouth or throat. Another, whom they met, walked cheerfully alone, without a gun, groaning loudly and waving his hand in fresh pain, from which blood poured, as if from a bottle, onto his overcoat. His face seemed more frightened than suffering. He was wounded a minute ago. Having crossed the road, they began to descend steeply and on the descent they saw several people lying; They were met by a crowd of soldiers, including the wounded. The soldiers walked up the hill, breathing heavily, and, despite the appearance of the general, they talked loudly and waved their hands. Ahead, in the smoke, rows of gray greatcoats were already visible, and the officer, seeing Bagration, ran screaming after the soldiers walking in a crowd, demanding that they return. Bagration drove up to the rows, along which shots were quickly clicking here and there, drowning out the conversation and shouts of command. The entire air was filled with gunpowder smoke. The soldiers' faces were all smoked with gunpowder and animated. Some hammered them with ramrods, others poured them onto shelves, took charges out of bags, and still others shot. But who they shot at was not visible due to the gunpowder smoke, which was not carried away by the wind. Quite often pleasant sounds of buzzing and whistling were heard. "What it is? - thought Prince Andrei, driving up to this crowd of soldiers. - It can't be a chain, because they're in a pile! There can be no attack because they don't move; There can’t be a square: they don’t stand like that.” A thin, weak-looking old man, a regimental commander, with a pleasant smile, with eyelids that more than half covered his senile eyes, giving him a meek appearance, rode up to Prince Bagration and received him like the host of a dear guest. He reported to Prince Bagration that there was a French cavalry attack against his regiment, but that although this attack was repulsed, the regiment lost more than half of its people. The regimental commander said that the attack was repulsed, coining this military name for what was happening in his regiment; but he himself really did not know what was happening in those half an hour in the troops entrusted to him, and could not say with certainty whether the attack was repulsed, or whether his regiment was defeated by the attack. At the beginning of the action, he only knew that cannonballs and grenades began to fly throughout his regiment and hit people, that then someone shouted: “Cavalry,” and our people began to shoot. And until now they were shooting not at the cavalry, which had disappeared, but at the foot French, who appeared in the ravine and fired at ours. Prince Bagration bowed his head as a sign that all this was exactly as he wished and expected. Turning to the adjutant, he ordered him to bring two battalions of the 6th Chasseurs from the mountain, which they had just passed. Prince Andrei was struck at that moment by the change that had occurred in the face of Prince Bagration. His face expressed that concentrated and happy determination that happens to a man who is ready to throw himself into the water on a hot day and is taking his final run. There were no sleep-deprived, dull eyes, no feignedly thoughtful appearance: round, hard, hawk-like eyes looked forward enthusiastically and somewhat contemptuously, obviously not stopping at anything, although the same slowness and regularity remained in his movements. The regimental commander turned to Prince Bagration, asking him to move back, since it was too dangerous here. “Have mercy, your Excellency, for God’s sake! - he said, looking for confirmation at the retinue officer, who was turning away from him. “Here, if you please see!” He let them notice the bullets that were constantly screeching, singing and whistling around them. He spoke in the same tone of request and reproach with which a carpenter says to a gentleman who has taken up an ax: “Our work is familiar, but you will callus your hands.” He spoke as if these bullets could not kill him, and his half-closed eyes gave his words an even more convincing expression. The staff officer joined in the admonitions of the regimental commander; but Prince Bagration did not answer them and only ordered to stop shooting and line up in such a way as to make room for the two approaching battalions. While he was speaking, as if with an invisible hand he was stretched from right to left, from the rising wind, a canopy of smoke that hid the ravine, and the opposite mountain with the French moving along it opened before them. All eyes were involuntarily fixed on this French column, moving towards them and meandering along the ledges of the area. The shaggy hats of the soldiers were already visible; it was already possible to distinguish officers from privates; one could see how their banner fluttered against the staff. “They are going well,” said someone in Bagration’s retinue. The head of the column had already descended into the ravine. The collision must have occurred on this side of the descent... The remnants of our regiment, which was in action, hastily formed and retreated to the right; from behind them, dispersing the stragglers, two battalions of the 6th Jaeger approached in order. They had not yet caught up with Bagration, but a heavy, ponderous step could already be heard, beating in step with the entire mass of people. From the left flank, walking closest to Bagration was the company commander, a round-faced, stately man with a stupid, happy expression on his face, the same one who ran out of the booth. He, apparently, was not thinking about anything at that moment, except that he would pass by his superiors like a charmer. With fruity self-satisfaction, he walked lightly on his muscular legs, as if he were swimming, stretching out without the slightest effort and distinguished by this lightness from the heavy step of the soldiers who followed his step. He carried a thin, narrow sword taken out at his foot (a bent sword that did not look like a weapon) and, looking first at his superiors, then back, without losing his step, he turned flexibly with his whole strong figure. It seemed as if all the forces of his soul were aimed at the best way pass by the authorities, and, feeling that he was doing this job well, he was happy. “Left... left... left...” - he seemed to say internally after every step, and according to this rhythm, with various stern faces, a wall of soldier figures, weighed down with knapsacks and guns, moved, as if each of these hundreds of soldiers was mentally every other step he said: “Left... left... left...” The fat major, puffing and staggering, walked around the bush along the road; the lagging soldier, out of breath, with a frightened face for his malfunction, was catching up with the company at a trot; the cannonball, pressing the air, flew over the head of Prince Bagration and his retinue and to the beat: “Left - left!” — hit the column. “Close!” — the swaggering voice of the company commander was heard. The soldiers were arcing around something in the place where the cannonball had fallen, and the old cavalier, a flank non-commissioned officer, falling behind near the dead, caught up with his ranks, jumped, changed his foot, fell into step and looked back angrily. “Left... left... left...” seemed to be heard because of the threatening silence and the monotonous sound of feet simultaneously hitting the ground. - Well done, guys! - said Prince Bagration. “For the sake of... wow-ho-ho-ho-ho!..” - rang out through the ranks. The gloomy soldier walking on the left, shouting, looked back at Bagration with such an expression as if he was saying: “We know it ourselves”; the other, without looking back and as if afraid to have fun, with his mouth open, shouted and walked by. They were ordered to stop and take off their backpacks. Bagration rode around the ranks passing by and dismounted from his horse. He gave the Cossack the reins, took off and gave his cloak, straightened his legs and adjusted the cap on his head. The head of the French column, with officers in front, appeared from behind the mountain. - With God blessing! - Bagration said in a firm, audible voice, turned for a moment to the front and, slightly waving his arms, with the awkward step of a cavalryman, as if working, he walked forward along the uneven field. Prince Andrey felt that some irresistible force was pulling him forward, and he experienced great happiness. The French were already getting close; Already Prince Andrei, walking next to Bagration, clearly distinguished the baldrics, red epaulettes, even the faces of the French. (He clearly saw one old French officer who, with twisted legs in boots, holding on to the bushes, was hardly walking up the hill.) Prince Bagration did not give a new order and still walked silently in front of the ranks. Suddenly, one shot cracked between the French, two, three... and smoke spread through all the disorganized enemy ranks and gunfire crackled. Several of our men fell, including the round-faced officer, who was walking so cheerfully and diligently. But at the same instant the first shot rang out, Bagration looked back and shouted: “Hurray!” “Hurray!” - a drawn-out cry echoed along our line, and, overtaking Prince Bagration and each other, our people ran down the mountain in a disorganized, but cheerful and lively crowd after the upset French.

Russian and French commanders in the novel "War and Peace"

Among historical characters novel “War and Peace” central place occupied by both Russian and French commanders. Moral qualities And historical role Tolstoy assessed Russian commanders by their ability to sense the mood of the army and the people. In his novel, the writer conducted a thorough analysis of their role in Patriotic War 1812 and in the campaign of 1805

Tolstoy portrays Kutuzov as a commander who embodied the spirit of the people. Thus, expressing the needs and thoughts of the soldiers, he acts both at Braunau and at Austerlitz, and when he feels the flight of soldiers from the Pratzen Heights as his personal wound. This " an old man”, with a loose body and a disfigured face, gets tired quickly and loves to sleep, but while leading the army, he shows subtle and intelligent diplomacy, a sharp mind and military talent. For Russia, Kutuzov is his own, dear person, and when the question of the fate of Russia is being decided, the people demand his appointment as commander-in-chief. Tolstoy believed that one can judge the significance of a particular outstanding person only by the correspondence of his actions to the spirit folk life, the spirit of goodness and truth. Kutuzov with all his Russian being knew and felt what every Russian soldier felt, and he considers it his duty to lead the spirit of the army and feels himself an exponent of this spirit. On behalf of the people, Kutuzov rejects Lauriston's proposal for a truce. He understands and repeatedly says that battle of Borodino there is victory. Understanding like no one else folk character war of 1812, he supports the plan proposed by Denisov for the deployment of partisan actions. Hearing about the flight of the French from Moscow, Kutuzov said in a trembling voice: “Russia has been saved. Thank you, Lord,” and he began to cry. Kutuzov's goal, according to Tolstoy, was worthy and completely coincided with the will of the people. That is why it was “so completely achieved.”

Bagration is one of the few who possess qualities that, according to Tolstoy, correspond to the ideal of a “people’s” commander. Bagration's leadership talent was also manifested in his moral influence on soldiers and officers. His mere presence in the positions raised their morale. Any, even the most insignificant words of Bagration are fulfilled for them special meaning. “Whose company? - Prince Bagration asked the fireworksman standing by the boxes.” Tolstoy comments: “He asked: “Whose company?”, but in essence he asked: “Aren’t you timid here? “And the fireworksman understood this.

Bagration on the eve of the Battle of Shengraben is a mortally tired man “with half-closed, dull, as if sleep-deprived eyes” and a “motionless face”, indifferent to what is happening. But with the beginning of the battle, the commander was transformed: “There were neither sleep-deprived, dull eyes, nor a feignedly thoughtful look: round, hard, hawk eyes looked forward enthusiastically and somewhat contemptuously, apparently not stopping at anything, although the same slowness and regularity remained in his movements.” . Bagration is not afraid to put himself in danger in battle, he fights side by side next to ordinary soldiers and officers. Near Shengraben it personal example it turned out to be enough to inspire the troops and lead them into the attack. Tolstoy emphasizes his talent as a commander who always knows what he wants and, most importantly, knows how to achieve it. The apparent inactivity in the Battle of Shengraben is only a subtle strategic move, which turned out to be the most effective model of behavior. He only pretended to be in command, but in reality he tried not to interfere with the natural course of events.

Unlike most other commanders, Bagration is depicted during battles, and not at military councils. Brave and decisive on the battlefield, in secular society he is timid and shy. At a banquet organized in Moscow in his honor, Bagration found himself “out of place”: “He walked, not knowing where to put his hands, shyly and awkwardly, along the parquet floor of the reception room: it was more familiar and easier for him to walk under bullets across a plowed field, like him walked in front of the Kursk regiment in Shengraben.” Recognizing Nikolai Rostov, he said “several awkward, awkward words, like all the words he spoke that day.”

Bagration resembles Kutuzov in many qualities. Both commanders are endowed with the highest wisdom, historical sense, and always act exactly as needed in this moment, show true heroism, unostentatious greatness. The “leisurely” Bagration seems to duplicate the “inactive” Kutuzov: he does not interfere with the natural course of events, intuitively seeing their meaning, and does not interfere with the actions of his subordinates.

Barclay de Tolly is one of the most famous military leaders of 1812. But in rare judgments of the heroes of the novel, Barclay de Tolly is called an “unpopular German”, “not inspiring confidence”: “he stands for caution”, avoids battles. The words of Captain Timokhin indicate the unpopularity of Barclay de Tolly in the army. Timokhin, expressing the people's point of view, when asked by Pierre Bezukhov what he thought of Barclay, answered evasively: “They saw the light, your Excellency, how His Serene Highness (Kutuzov) acted...”. There is no place for him in people's war, despite his honesty, “German” diligence and accuracy. Barclay, according to the writer, is too rational and straightforward, far from national interests in order to effectively participate in such a spontaneous event as the Patriotic War.

At the sovereign's headquarters on initial stage during the war there were many generals who “were without military positions in the army, but by their position they had influence.” Among them, Armfeld is “an evil hater of Napoleon and a general, self-confident, which always had an influence on Alexander,” Paulucci, “brave and decisive in his speeches.” One of the “armchair theorists” is General Pfuhl, who tried to “lead the cause of war” without participating in a single battle. His vigorous activity was limited to drawing up dispositions and participating in military councils. In Pfuel, Tolstoy emphasizes, “there was Weyrother, and Mack, and Schmidt, and many other German theoretic generals,” but “he was more typical than all of them.” Main negative traits This general is extremely self-confident and straightforward. Even when Pfuel was threatened with disfavor, he suffered most of all from the fact that he would no longer be able to prove the superiority of his theory, in which he fanatically believed.

Tolstoy showed the Russian army at different hierarchical levels. Much less attention is paid to the depiction of the French army and French commanders. The writer's attitude towards the French commanders is extremely negative. This is due to the fact that the army, led by French commanders, waged an unjust, aggressive war, while the Russian army and many Russian commanders participated in a just war of people's liberation.

Two French commanders - Murat and Davout - are depicted in detail. They are shown, in particular, through the perception of Balashov, the envoy of Alexander I, who meets with both. In the author's characteristics of Murat, an ironic tone dominates, his appearance and behavior are emphatically comical: “I rode on a black horse with harness shining in the sun tall a man in a hat with feathers, with black hair curled to his shoulders, in a red robe and with long legs, stuck out forward, like the French drive.” “The King of Naples” Murat - a horseman with a “solemn theatrical face”, all “in bracelets, feathers, necklaces and gold” - resembles a musketeer from the adventure novels of A. Dumas. In Tolstoy's portrayal, he is an operetta figure, an evil parody of Napoleon himself.

Marshal Davout is the complete opposite of the frivolous and stupid Murat. Tolstoy compares Davout with Arakcheev: “Davout was the Arakcheev of Emperor Napoleon - Arakcheev is not a coward, but just as serviceable, cruel and unable to express his devotion except by cruelty.” This is one of the people who contrasted “living” life with bureaucratic routine. The Napoleonic marshal likes to instill fear, to see in people “a consciousness of subordination and insignificance.” Davout - moral dead man, but even he is capable of experiencing simple human feeling, momentarily “communing” with human brotherhood. This happened when the eyes of the marshal, who was trying the “arsonists” of Moscow, and Pierre, his defendant, met: “They looked at each other for a few seconds, and this look saved Pierre. In this view, apart from all the conditions of war and trial, a human relationship was established between these two people. Both of them in that one minute vaguely experienced countless things and realized that they were both children of humanity, that they were brothers.” But “the order, the set of circumstances” forces Davout to carry out an unjust trial. The guilt of the “French Arakcheev,” Tolstoy emphasizes, is enormous, because he did not even try to resist the “structure of circumstances,” becoming the personification of brute force and cruelty of military bureaucracy.

Many commanders cannot withstand the strict moral judgment of Tolstoy the historian and artist. “Foreign” generals in Russian service are staff theorists. They fuss a lot, thinking that the outcome of battles depends on their dispositions, but they do not bring real benefit, since they are guided only by selfish considerations. You won’t see them on the battlefield, but they participate in all military councils, where they bravely “fight” in verbal battles, as, for example, at the military council the day before Battle of Austerlitz. Everything that the generals talk about meaningfully is dictated by their pettiness and exorbitant pride. For example, the objections of Langeron, who criticized the disposition of the arrogant and proud Weyrother, “were thorough,” but their real goal was “to insult Weyrother in his author’s military pride as sarcastically as possible.”

A crowd of soldiers met, some of whom were not wounded. The soldiers walked up the hill, breathing heavily, and, despite the appearance of the general, they talked loudly and waved their hands. Ahead, in the smoke, rows of gray greatcoats were already visible, and the officer, seeing Bagration, ran screaming after the soldiers walking in a crowd, demanding that they return. Bagration drove up to the rows, along which shots were quickly clicking here and there, drowning out the conversation and shouts of command. The entire air was filled with gunpowder smoke. The soldiers' faces were all smoked with gunpowder and animated. Some hammered them with ramrods, others sprinkled them on the shelves, took charges out of their bags, and still others shot. But who they shot at was not visible due to the gunpowder smoke, which was not carried away by the wind. Quite often pleasant sounds of buzzing and whistling were heard. “What is this?” thought Prince Andrei, driving up to this crowd of soldiers. “This cannot be an attack, because they are not moving; there cannot be a carre: they are not standing like that.” A thin, weak-looking old man, a regimental commander, with a pleasant smile, with eyelids that more than half covered his senile eyes, giving him a meek appearance, rode up to Prince Bagration and received him like the host of a dear guest. He reported to Prince Bagration that there was a French cavalry attack against his regiment, but that although this attack was repulsed, the regiment lost more than half of its people. The regimental commander said that the attack was repulsed, coining this military name for what was happening in his regiment; but he himself really did not know what was happening in those half an hour in the troops entrusted to him, and could not say with certainty whether the attack was repulsed or his regiment was defeated by the attack. At the beginning of the action, he only knew that cannonballs and grenades began to fly throughout his regiment and hit people, that then someone shouted: “cavalry,” and our people began to shoot. And until now they were shooting not at the cavalry, which had disappeared, but at the foot French, who appeared in the ravine and fired at ours. Prince Bagration bowed his head as a sign that all this was exactly as he wished and expected. Turning to the adjutant, he ordered him to bring two battalions of the 6th Jaeger, which they had just passed, from the mountain. Prince Andrei was struck at that moment by the change that had occurred in the face of Prince Bagration. His face expressed that concentrated and happy determination that happens to a man who is ready to throw himself into the water on a hot day and is taking his final run. There were no sleep-deprived dull eyes, no feignedly thoughtful look: round, hard, hawk eyes looked forward enthusiastically and somewhat contemptuously, obviously not stopping at anything, although the same slowness and regularity remained in his movements. The regimental commander turned to Prince Bagration, asking him to move back, since it was too dangerous here. "Have mercy, your Excellency, for God's sake!" he said, looking for confirmation at the retinue officer, who was turning away from him. “Here, if you please see!” He let them notice the bullets that were constantly screeching, singing and whistling around them. He spoke in the same tone of request and reproach with which a carpenter says to a gentleman who has taken up an ax: “Our business is familiar, but you will callus your hands.” He spoke as if these bullets could not kill him, and his half-closed eyes gave his words an even more convincing expression. The staff officer joined in the admonitions of the regimental commander; but Prince Bagration did not answer them and only ordered to stop shooting and line up in such a way as to make room for the two approaching battalions. While he was talking like