Sayfa 574 / 3800

The wind had fallen and black clouds, merging with the powder

smoke, hung low over the field of battle on the horizon. It was

growing dark and the glow of two conflagrations was the more

conspicuous. The cannonade was dying down, but the rattle of

musketry behind and on the right sounded oftener and nearer. As

soon as Tushin with his guns, continually driving round or coming

upon wounded men, was out of range of fire and had descended into

the dip, he was met by some of the staff, among them the staff

officer and Zherkov, who had been twice sent to Tushin's battery

but had never reached it. Interrupting one another, they all

gave, and transmitted, orders as to how to proceed, reprimanding

and reproaching him. Tushin gave no orders, and, silently-fearing

to speak because at every word he felt ready to weep without

knowing why-rode behind on his artillery nag.