1 Nesvitski realized that it was a cannon ball.
2 On the high ground where the enemy was, the smoke of a cannon rose, and a ball flew whistling over the heads of the hussar squadron.
3 A second and a third cannon ball flew past.
4 In this action for the first time trophies were taken: banners, cannon, and two enemy generals.
5 But the guns remained loaded, the loopholes in blockhouses and entrenchments looked out just as menacingly, and the unlimbered cannon confronted one another as before.
6 Here he dismounted, and stopped beside the farthest of the four unlimbered cannon.
7 To the left, not far from the farthest cannon, was a small, newly constructed wattle shed from which came the sound of officers' voices in eager conversation.
8 Prince Andrew took out his notebook and, leaning on the cannon, sketched a plan of the position.
9 "Yes, yes," muttered Bagration as if considering something, and he rode past the limbers to the farthest cannon.
10 A huge, broad-shouldered gunner, Number One, holding a mop, his legs far apart, sprang to the wheel; while Number Two with a trembling hand placed a charge in the cannon's mouth.
11 A cannon ball, cleaving the air, flew over the heads of Bagration and his suite, and fell into the column to the measure of "Left."
12 He imagined himself as an enormously tall, powerful man who was throwing cannon balls at the French with both hands.
13 A cannon ball, flying close to him, caused him to duck and bend over his horse.
14 Prince Andrew and the battalion were already within twenty paces of the cannon.
15 He opened his eyes, hoping to see how the struggle of the Frenchmen with the gunners ended, whether the red-haired gunner had been killed or not and whether the cannon had been captured or saved.