In a moment the men came running gaily from their campfires and began loading.
Near by, the campfires were dimly burning among the French Guards, and in the distance those of the Russian line shone through the smoke.
Just facing it, on the crest of the opposite hill, the village of Schon Grabern could be seen, and in three places to left and right the French troops amid the smoke of their campfires, the greater part of whom were evidently in the village itself and behind the hill.
The campfires crackled and the soldiers' songs resounded even more merrily than on the previous night.
And Rostov got up and went wandering among the campfires, dreaming of what happiness it would be to die--not in saving the Emperor's life (he did not even dare to dream of that), but simply to die before his eyes.