"Gently, gently! Can't you do it more gently?" said the Emperor apparently suffering more than the dying soldier, and he rode away.

Rostov saw tears filling the Emperor's eyes and heard him, as he was riding away, say to Czartoryski: "What a terrible thing war is: what a terrible thing! Quelle terrible chose que la guerre!" The troops of the vanguard were stationed before Wischau, within sight of the enemy's lines, which all day long had yielded ground to us at the least firing.

The Emperor's gratitude was announced to the vanguard, rewards were promised, and the men received a double ration of vodka.

The campfires crackled and the soldiers' songs resounded even more merrily than on the previous night.