Came galloping towards him. They were a troop of our Uhlans returning in disorder from the attack. Rostov, as he passed them, could not help noticing one of them covered with blood, but he galloped on. That's no affair of mine! he thought. He had not ridden on many hundred paces further when there came into sight, on his left, across the whole extent of the field, an immense mass of cavalry on black horses, in dazzling white uniforms, trotting straight towards him, cutting off his advance.
Rostov put his horse to his utmost speed to get out of the way of these cavalrymen, and he would have cleared them had they been advancing at the same video door intercom rate, but they kept increasing their pace, so that several horses broke into a gallop. More and more loudly Rostov could hear the thud of their horses hoofs, and the jingle of their weapons, and more and more distinctly he could see their horses, their figures, and even their faces.
These were our horse-guards, charging to attack the French cavalry, who were advancing to meet them. The cavalry guards were galloping, though still holding in their horses. Rostov could see their faces now, and hear the word of command, Charge! uttered by an officer, as he let his thoroughbred go at full speed. Rostov, in danger of being trampled underfoot or carried indoor monitor
