1 Likewise, as the effect of last night's doings, a whole squadron of soldiers seemed to be camping on my chest, and giving me a flogging.
2 The squadron in which Nicholas Rostov served as a cadet was quartered in the German village of Salzeneck.
3 The best quarters in the village were assigned to cavalry-captain Denisov, the squadron commander, known throughout the whole cavalry division as Vaska Denisov.
4 Cadet Rostov, ever since he had overtaken the regiment in Poland, had lived with the squadron commander.
5 I knew it, replied a piping voice, and Lieutenant Telyanin, a small officer of the same squadron, entered the room.
6 That same evening there was an animated discussion among the squadron's officers in Denisov's quarters.
7 Carelessly holding in his stallion that was neighing and pawing the ground, eager to rejoin its fellows, he watched his squadron draw nearer.
8 There was no one now between the squadron and the enemy except a few scattered skirmishers.
9 On the high ground where the enemy was, the smoke of a cannon rose, and a ball flew whistling over the heads of the hussar squadron.
10 Silence fell on the whole squadron.
11 All were looking at the enemy in front and at the squadron commander, awaiting the word of command.
12 The squadron crossed the bridge and drew out of range of fire without having lost a single man.
13 The second squadron that had been in the front line followed them across and the last Cossacks quitted the farther side of the river.
14 Again on all the bright faces of the squadron the serious expression appeared that they had worn when under fire.
15 The squadron in which Rostov was serving had scarcely time to mount before it was halted facing the enemy.