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Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.

Behind the caleche galloped the suite and a convoy of Croats.

Beside Kutuzov sat an Austrian general, in a white uniform that looked strange among the Russian black ones.

The caleche stopped in front of the regiment.

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