" What? What? What?... Cut them down! What?..." said Rostov, waking up.
At the moment he opened his eyes he heard in front of him, where the enemy was, the long-drawn shouts of thousands of voices.
His horse and the horse of the hussar near him pricked their ears at these shouts.
Over there, where the shouting came from, a fire flared up and went out again, then another, and all along the French line on the hill fires flared up and the shouting grew louder and louder.
Rostov could hear the sound of French words but could not distinguish them.