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mouth, I might listen to the distant batteries, to the sudden quick impatient chatter of the machine guns, to the rattling give-and-take of the musketry somewhere far away where the river was, I might watch the cool green hollows of the forest glades, the dark sleepy shadows, the bright patches of burning sky between the branches, I might say to myself that all these things together made the impression of my first battle ... and then would know, in my heart, that there was no impression at all, no thrill, no drama, no personality--only a sick throb in my head and a cold hand upon my chest and a desire to fling myself into any horror, any danger, if I could but escape this indigestible monotony.... Once Trenchard, treading very softly as though every one around him were asleep, came across and talked to me. "You know," he said in a whisper, "this isn't at all what I expected." "You needn't whisper," I answered irritably, "that battery's making such a noise that I can't hear anything you say." "Yes, isn't it!" he said with a little sigh. "It's very unpleasant indeed. Do you think Semyonov's forgotten us? We've been here a good many hours and we aren't doing very much." "No," I answered. "We're doing nothing except get sick headaches." There was a pause, then he said: "Where is everything?" "Everything?--What?" "Well, the battle, for instance!" "Oh, that's down the hill, I suppose. We're trying to cross the river and they're trying to prevent us." "Yes," he answered. "But that isn't exactly what I mean.... It's hard to explain, but even if we were to see our soldiers trying to cross the river and the Austrians trying to prevent them that wouldn't be--well, wouldn't be exactly the real thing, would it? It would only be a kind of side-show, rather unimportant like that dead man there!" But my headache prevented my interest in his speculations. I said nothing. He added as though to himself: "Perhaps each individual soldier sees the real thing for himself but can't express what he sees...." As I still made no answer, with another little sigh he got up and walked back, on tip-toe, to the side of Marie Ivanovna. Then suddenly, in the early hours of the afternoon, to our intense relief, Semyonov and Andrey Vassilievitch appeared. Semyonov was, as ever, short, practical, and unemotional. "Been a long time, I'm afraid. We found it difficult to see exactly where would be the best place. And, a
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