Yes, Na-tasha, sabretache, oh, yes, yes! That's right!" And his head once more sank to his horse's neck.

All at once it seemed to him that he was being fired at.

" What? What? What?... Cut them down! What?..." said Rostov, waking up.

At the moment he opened his eyes he heard in front of him, where the enemy was, the long-drawn shouts of thousands of voices.

His horse and the horse of the hussar near him pricked their ears at these shouts.