" Oh, how I will slash at him!" thought Rostov, gripping the hilt of his saber.

"Hur-a-a-a-ah!" came a roar of voices.

" Let anyone come my way now," thought Rostov driving his spurs into Rook and letting him go at a full gallop so that he outstripped the others.

Ahead, the enemy was already visible.

Suddenly something like a birch broom seemed to sweep over the squadron.