Sevastopol

at nightfall, they reached the great bridge over the

e kind and merry voices and laughter of his comrades, the new uniform, his beloved tsar, whom he had been accustomed to see for the last seven years, and who, when he took l

m their cart. "If they let us pass the bridge, we will go directly to the Nikolaevsky barracks. You stay there until m

dya; "I will go to the bastion with you. It won't make any differ

er no

se; I do know, a

ot to go; but if

rkness. Literally, every second several discharges of artillery and explosions, following each other in quick succession or occurring simultaneously, shook the air with increasing thunder and distinctness. Through this roar, and as though re

goes

oldi

re not to let

We have busines

he off

he sat on an anchor, rose up an

to, all in a heap!" he cried to the transport wagons piled

the brothers encountered soldiers who

money, then he has squared his ac

get over on the Severnaya you will see the wor

cursed shell flew in there the other day, and i

and the waves, beating noisily against the beams, and tearing at the cables and anchors, flooded the planks. At the right the gloomily hostile sea roared and darkled, as it lay separated by an interminable level black line from the starry horizon, which was l

the water, sat a man in his shirt-sleeves, who was repairing something connected with the bridge. In front, over Sevastopol, floated the same fires, and the terrible sounds grew louder and louder. A wave rolled in from the sea, flowed over the right side of the bridge, and wet Volody

ping, reining in his horse in front of the elde

Whither is Go

my way to the adjutant of the regiment ...

re is Ma

as in the town, asleep in his

in the fifth ba

ent. Go to the field-hospital; some of our me

uarters on the Mors

Sevastopol now; there's not a single woman there now, nor any inns nor music; the last estab

r rode on his

ing of the waves, seemed to be saying to him that he ought not to go any farther, that nothing good awaited him yonder, that he would never again set foot on the ground upon this side of the bay, that he must turn about at once, and flee somewh

igh, and went a little

lar? Lord, have mercy on me!" said he,

er brother, when their little cart had driv

ded, with gabions, and one loaded with furniture, which was

age was. There they learned that the fifth light battery, to which Volodya had been assigned, was stationed on the Korabelnaya, and they decided that he should go, in spite of the danger, and pass the night with the elder in the fifth bastion, and that h