BOOK FIFTEEN: 1812 - 13
6. CHAPTER VI
 (continued)
"What were you saying?" he asked the general, who continuing his
 report directed the commander in chief's attention to some standards
 captured from the French and standing in front of the Preobrazhensk
 regiment. 
"Ah, the standards!" said Kutuzov, evidently detaching himself
 with difficulty from the thoughts that preoccupied him. 
He looked about him absently. Thousands of eyes were looking at
 him from all sides awaiting a word from him. 
He stopped in front of the Preobrazhensk regiment, sighed deeply,
 and closed his eyes. One of his suite beckoned to the soldiers
 carrying the standards to advance and surround the commander in
 chief with them. Kutuzov was silent for a few seconds and then,
 submitting with evident reluctance to the duty imposed by his
 position, raised his head and began to speak. A throng of officers
 surrounded him. He looked attentively around at the circle of
 officers, recognizing several of them. 
"I thank you all!" he said, addressing the soldiers and then again
 the officers. In the stillness around him his slowly uttered words
 were distinctly heard. "I thank you all for your hard and faithful
 service. The victory is complete and Russia will not forget you! Honor
 to you forever." 
He paused and looked around. 
"Lower its head, lower it!" he said to a soldier who had
 accidentally lowered the French eagle he was holding before the
 Preobrazhensk standards. "Lower, lower, that's it. Hurrah lads!" he
 added, addressing the men with a rapid movement of his chin. 
"Hur-r-rah!" roared thousands of voices. 
While the soldiers were shouting Kutuzov leaned forward in his
 saddle and bowed his head, and his eye lit up with a mild and
 apparently ironic gleam. 
"You see, brothers..." said he when the shouts had ceased... and all
 at once his voice and the expression of his face changed. It was no
 longer the commander in chief speaking but an ordinary old man who
 wanted to tell his comrades something very important. 
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