"Oh, do you know? While you were talking in the study I was looking at you," Natasha began, evidently anxious to disperse the cloud that had come over them. "You are as like him as two peaslike the boy." (She meant her little son.) "Oh, it`s time to go to him.... The milk`s come.... But I`m sorry to leave you."

Kutuzov`s words were hardly understood by the troops. No one could have repeated the field marshal`s address, begun solemnly and then changing into an old man`s simplehearted talk; but the hearty sincerity of that speech, the feeling of majestic triumph combined with pity for the foe and consciousness of the justice of our cause, exactly expressed by that old man`s good-natured expletives, was not merely understood but lay in the soul of every soldier and found expression in their joyous and long-sustained shouts. Afterwards when one of the generals addressed Kutuzov asking whether he wished his caleche to be sent for, Kutuzov in answering unexpectedly gave a sob, being evidently greatly moved.