1 In each cart there were one or two peasants in sheepskin coats, unbuttoned.
2 The cart creaked and rolled away.
3 And, in fact, the peasant did not get his brother home again; he died in the cart.
4 That soldier passed on, and after him came another sitting on a cart.
5 Then followed a cart unlike any that had gone before.
6 It was a German cart with a pair of horses led by a German, and seemed loaded with a whole houseful of effects.
7 A fine brindled cow with a large udder was attached to the cart behind.
8 The Russian officer in charge of the transport lolled back in the front cart, shouting and scolding a soldier with coarse abuse.
9 Directly opposite to him came a strange one-horse vehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials and looking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche.
10 He was like a horse running downhill harnessed to a heavy cart.
11 Then came a cart, and behind that walked an old, bandy-legged domestic serf in a peaked cap and sheepskin coat.
12 The fences and gates were new and solid; two fire pumps and a water cart, painted green, stood in a shed; the paths were straight, the bridges were strong and had handrails.
13 In the tavern, before which stood the doctor's covered cart, there were already some five officers.
14 Ferapontov's wife and children were also sitting in a cart waiting till it was possible to drive out.
15 On the sloping descent to the Dnieper Alpatych's cart and that of the innkeeper's wife, which were slowly moving amid the rows of soldiers and of other vehicles, had to stop.