I'll take another turn and when I get back I'll go to the general and ask him.

" He readjusted himself in the saddle and touched up his horse to ride once more round his hussars.

It seemed to him that it was getting lighter.

To the left he saw a sloping descent lit up, and facing it a black knoll that seemed as steep as a wall.

On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses? He even thought something moved on that white spot.