Their sabers catching in the bridles and their spurs jingling, the hussars hastily dismounted, not knowing what they were to do.
The command to form up rang out and the sabers whizzed as they were drawn from their scabbards.
Rostov saw nothing but the hussars running all around him, their spurs catching and their sabers clattering.
When all was ready, the sabers stuck in the snow to mark the barriers, and the pistols loaded, Nesvitski went up to Pierre.
The seconds, measuring the paces, left tracks in the deep wet snow between the place where they had been standing and Nesvitski's and Dolokhov's sabers, which were stuck into the ground ten paces apart to mark the barrier.