kutuzov. why have you not advanced? because that's wt napoleon wants u uto do, your majestyty tsar: but you understand the disposition, do you not? perfectly well, your majesty. however, if you order me to advance... i do. kindly give the order. forward! (horse neighs) (horse snorting) (sighs) excellent. i can't see e thing. where are e ? sir, look there. (screaming) even worse than i thought. (screaming) forward on the dououe! rostov, ride over to kutuzov. well, go on, man. quick as you like. (screaming) soldier: it's all up, lads. run for it! (man groans) stop those men! my god, bolkonsky, what a shambles. forward, lads! hurrah! (mortar blasts) (indistinct yelling) where's general kutuzov? where? answer me, damn you. where is the tsar? i don't know, excellency. they say the tsar's dead, and kutuzov too. wounded. taken away on a cart. where? that way, excellency. that'll do. (horse grunting) (flies buzzing) andrei: how beautiful. how is it i've never seen this before? we are all nothing, compared to this clear, blue, i