“ Mr. Aide-de-camp! Mr. Aide-de-camp!⁠ ⁠… For heaven’s sake⁠ ⁠… Protect me! What will become of us? I am the wife of the doctor of the Seventh Chasseurs.⁠ ⁠… They won’t let us pass, we are left behind and have lost our people⁠ ⁠…”

“I’ll flatten you into a pancake!” shouted the angry officer to the soldier. “Turn back with your slut!”

“ Mr. Aide-de-camp! Help me!⁠ ⁠… What does it all mean?” screamed the doctor’s wife.

“Kindly let this cart pass. Don’t you see it’s a woman?” said Prince Andréy riding up to the officer.

The officer glanced at him, and without replying turned again to the soldier. “I’ll teach you to push on!⁠ ⁠… Back!”