killed,
and even add to it in the telling,
and glorify the victory,
supposing that the more men killed
the greater the achievement.
One who succeeds in killing most
people, gets the greatest rewards.
How God can look down from
above and hear them?
Ah, my dear boy...
Life has been a bitter thing for me
of late.
Well, it's not for long.
But you're getting sleepy and it's
time I was in bed too. Go.
You must be off. Before a battle
one needs to get a good sleep.
Goodbye, be off. Whether we see
each other again or not...
I know this is our last meeting.
Go, my dear fellow,
and Christ be with you.
Battalion, forward march!
Come on, a cannon ball!
Permit me to ask you to move out
of the way, sir.
Aren't you afraid? You surprise me,
sir.
- And you? Are you afraid?
- Why, to be sure!
They can blow your insides right
out. You can't help being scared!
It's a soldier's business, but it's
surprising to see a gentleman here.
Man your guns!
Forward march!
To attack, forward march!
Charge! Fire!
Bravo!
Ready? Fire!
Battalion, in ranks forward march!
- What about the Russians?
- They stand firm, Sire.
They want even more of it.
Let them have it then!
A hot one!
Not this way! Drop on the infantry.
What, bowing to a friend?
Further right.
Again, fire!
Guns number four and five,
grapeshot fire on the infantry!
Look, that one almost blasted
our gentleman's hat off.
Hey, awkward hussy!
Now, you foxes there!
Don't you care for our porridge?
May I venture to suggest
breakfast to Your Majesty?
I hope that I can already
congratulate Your Majesty
on a victory.
Gun number ten! Go ahead!
With your permission, sir,
it's my duty to report
that there're but eight rounds left.
Must we keep on firing, sir?
Grapeshot!
Your Highness, we've recaptured
the advance posts.
Prince Bagration is wounded.
Hurry on to Prince Pyotr Ivanovich,
and find out exactly what happened.
Your Highness...
Prince Andrei's regiment
was being held in reserve.
Without moving from the spot
and without firing a single shot,
the regiment had already lost
a third of its men.
- Tell the men they may sit down.
- Yes, sir.
First battalion, rest!
Second battalion, rest!
Left, left, left...
There's no more ammunition, sir.
Run to the reserves,
bring the ammunition boxes!
I'll go.
M. I'aide-de-camp,
tell the men not to crowd together.
Look out!
Colonel!
Lie down!
Can this be death?
I can't die, I don't want to die.
I love life! I love this grass,
this earth, this air.
Fellows!
Fellows!
Stand fast!
Forward march! Fan out!
Battery, fire!
Every point in our position
is in the enemy's hands,
and we haven't the troops
to drive them back.
The men are fleeing
and it's impossible to stop them.
I did not consider I had the right
to conceal from you what I saw.
Our troops are in complete
disorder.
How dare you...
How dare you, sir,
tell me that?
You know nothing about it.
The enemy's been repulsed on the
left and defeated on the right flank.
If you have seen amiss, sir,
then don't talk of things
about which you know nothing.
Will you be so kind as to go
to General Barclay now
and inform him of my intention
to attack the French tomorrow.
The enemy is defeated!
Tomorrow we will drive him out
of the holy land of Russia!
Rayevsky! Here he is, my hero!
Your Highness, our men are
holding their ground firmly.
The French are not venturing
a further attack.
Kaissarov! Sit down and write
tomorrow's order of the day.
And you, ride down the line and
announce that tomorrow we attack.
But all that evening,
and next day,
reports came in, one after another,
of staggering losses,
of the loss of half the army.
And another battle
proved physically impossible.
...Sleep, my baby, my Andrei...
Lullaby, lullaby,
Sleep, my baby, do not cry.
Little birdie, don't meddle,
Stop a-rocking our cradle.
Lullaby, lullaby...
My God! What is this?
What is he doing here?
Dark and somber drowsiness