Rostov no longer looked at the colonel, he had no time.
He was afraid of falling behind the hussars, so much afraid that his heart stood still.
His hand trembled as he gave his horse into an orderly's charge, and he felt the blood rush to his heart with a thud.
Denisov rode past him, leaning back and shouting something.
Rostov saw nothing but the hussars running all around him, their spurs catching and their sabers clattering.