A little bunch of soldiers crouched here, watching, Nikitin spoke to them.
"Here, golubchik ... tell me! what polk?"
"And the Vengerovsky ... they're to the right, are they?"
"Yes, your Honour. By the high road, when it comes into the forest."
"What? There where the road turns?"
"Tak totchno."
"How are things down there just now? Wounded, do you think?"
"Ne mogoo znat. I'm unable to say, your Honour ... but there's been an attack there an hour ago."
"Are those ours?"—listening to a battery across the fields.