now at the drummer boy, now at Denísov, now at the esaul , and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.
“Whether Dólokhov comes or not, we must seize it, eh?” said Denísov with a merry sparkle in his eyes.
“It is a very suitable spot,” said the esaul .
“We’ll send the infantwy down by the swamps,” Denísov continued. “They’ll cweep up to the garden; you’ll wide up fwom there with the Cossacks”—he pointed to a spot in the forest beyond the village—“and I with my hussars fwom here. And at the signal shot …”
“The hollow is impassable—there’s a swamp there,” said the esaul . “The horses would sink. We must ride round more to the left. …”
While they were talking in undertones the crack of a shot sounded