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"Whatever are you bothering about, gentlemen?" said Bilibin, who,

till then, had listened with an amused smile to their

conversation and now was evidently ready with a joke. "Whether

tomorrow brings victory or defeat, the glory of our Russian arms

is secure. Except your Kutuzov, there is not a single Russian in

command of a column! The commanders are: Herr General Wimpfen, le

Comte de Langeron, le Prince de Lichtenstein, le Prince de

Hohenlohe, and finally Prishprish, and so on like all those

Polish names."

"Be quiet, backbiter!" said Dolgorukov. "It is not true; there

are now two Russians, Miloradovich, and Dokhturov, and there

would be a third, Count Arakcheev, if his nerves were not too

weak."

"However, I think General Kutuzov has come out," said Prince

Andrew. "I wish you good luck and success, gentlemen!" he added

and went out after shaking hands with Dolgorukov and Bilibin.