He glanced at Prince Andrew and did not even nod to him.

"Second line... have you written it?" he continued dictating to the clerk.

" The Kiev Grenadiers, Podolian..." "One can't write so fast, your honor," said the clerk, glancing angrily and disrespectfully at Kozlovski.

Through the door came the sounds of Kutuzov's voice, excited and dissatisfied, interrupted by another, an unfamiliar voice.