Each time Prince Nesvitski tried to move on, soldiers and carts pushed him back again and pressed him against the railings, and all he could do was to smile.

"What a fine fellow you are, friend!" said the Cossack to a convoy soldier with a wagon, who was pressing onto the infantrymen who were crowded together close to his wheels and his horses.

" What a fellow! You can't wait a moment! Don't you see the general wants to pass?" But the convoyman took no notice of the word "general" and shouted at the soldiers who were blocking his way.

" Hi there, boys! Keep to the left! Wait a bit.

" But the soldiers, crowded together shoulder to shoulder, their bayonets interlocking, moved over the bridge in a dense mass.