On the morning of the planned battle, the troops were not in place and ready to attack. Kutúzov totally loses it! He completely chews out two officers who just happened to be nearby. The attack has to be postponed until the next day.
On the morning of the planned battle, the troops were not in place and ready to attack. Kutúzov totally loses it! He completely chews out two officers who just happened to be nearby. The attack has to be postponed until the next day.
Book 13, Chapter 5
On the morning of the planned battle, the troops were not in place and ready to attack. Kutúzov totally loses it! He completely chews out two officers who just happened to be nearby. The attack has to be postponed until the next day.
Summary:
On the morning of the planned battle, the troops were not in place and ready to attack. Kutúzov totally loses it! He completely chews out two officers who just happened to be nearby. The attack has to be postponed until the next day.
Next day the decrepit Kutúzov, having given orders to be called early, said his prayers, dressed, and, with an unpleasant consciousness of having to direct a battle he did not approve of, drove to the place where the attacking columns were to meet. However, when he arrives he finds that the Russian troops are not yet in place for the attack. It seemed many people had not received the order to advance. Kutúzov is livid. He blows up on several people who happen to be nearby, chewing them out thoroughly. Kutúzov’s anger, once expended, did not return. he again got into his calèche and drove home in silence. Later, Bennigsen, Konovnítsyn, and Toll insist to Kutúzov that the movement that had miscarried that morning had to be executed next day. And once more Kutúzov had to consent to the attack on Murat.
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The officer reported that no order to advance had been received.
How! Not rec… Kutúzov began, but checked himself immediately and sent for a senior officer. Getting out of his calèche, he waited with drooping head and breathing heavily, pacing silently up and down. When Eýkhen, the officer of the general staff whom he had summoned, appeared, Kutúzov went purple in the face, not because that officer was to blame for the mistake, but because he was an object of sufficient importance for him to vent his wrath on. Trembling and panting the old man fell into that state of fury in which he sometimes used to roll on the ground, and he fell upon Eýkhen, threatening him with his hands, shouting and loading him with gross abuse. Another man, Captain Brózin, who happened to turn up and who was not at all to blame, suffered the same fate.
What sort of another blackguard are you? I’ll have you shot! Scoundrels! yelled Kutúzov in a hoarse voice, waving his arms and reeling.
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