Explore "Sevastopol" by Leo Tolstoy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
More and more wounded, carried on stretchers, or walking supported by others and talking loudly, passed Prince Gáltsin.
"Up they sprang, friends," said the bass voice of a tall soldier, carrying two guns over his shoulder, "up they sprang, shouting ‘Allah! Allah! '43 and just climbing one over another. You kill one, and another's there, you couldn't do anything; no end of 'em -- "