KaskadskyjKozak

sounds like you prefer the withdrawal method

smell the glove!

It was obscured by the fat fucks in your building :moon: that was your reflection

Bennigsen's note and the Cossack's information that the left flank of the French was unguarded were merely final indications that it was necessary to order an attack, and it was fixed for the fifth of October. On the morning of the fourth of October Kutuzov signed the dispositions. Toll read them to Ermolov, asking him to attend to the further arrangements. "All right- all right. I haven't time just now," replied Ermolov, and left the hut. The dispositions drawn up by Toll were very good. As in the Austerlitz dispositions, it was written- though not in German this time: "The First Column will march here and here," "the Second Column will march there and there," and so on; and on paper, all these columns arrived at their places at the appointed time and destroyed the enemy. Everything had been admirably thought out as is usual in dispositions, and as is always the case, not a single column reached its place at the appointed time. When the necessary number of copies of the dispositions had been prepared, an officer was summoned and sent to deliver them to Ermolov to deal with. A young officer of the Horse Guards, Kutuzov's orderly, pleased at the importance of the mission entrusted to him, went to Ermolov's quarters. "Gone away," said Ermolov's orderly. The officer of the Horse Guards went to a general with whom Ermolov was often to be found. "No, and the general's out too." The officer, mounting his horse, rode off to someone else. "No, he's gone out." "If only they don't make me responsible for this delay! What a nuisance it is!" thought the officer, and he rode round the whole camp. One man said he had seen Ermolov ride past with some other generals, others said he must have returned home. The officer searched till six o'clock in the evening without even stopping to eat. Ermolov was nowhere to be found and no one knew where he was. The officer snatched a little food at a comrade's, and rode again to the vanguard to find Miloradovich. Miloradovich too was away, but here he was told that he had gone to a ball at General Kikin's and that Ermolov was probably there too. "But where is it?" "Why, there, over at Echkino," said a Cossack officer, pointing to a country house in the far distance. "What, outside our line?" "They've put two regiments as outposts, and they're having such a spree there, it's awful! Two bands and three sets of singers!" The officer rode out beyond our lines to Echkino. While still at a distance he heard as he rode the merry sounds of a soldier's dance song proceeding from the house. "In the meadows... in the meadows!" he heard, accompanied by whistling and the sound of a torban, drowned every now and then by shouts. These sounds made his spirits rise, but at the same time he was afraid that he would be blamed for not having executed sooner the important order entrusted to him. It was already past eight o'clock. He dismounted and went up into the porch of a large country house which had remained intact between the Russian and French forces. In the refreshment room and the hall, footmen were bustling about with wine and viands. Groups of singers stood outside the windows. The officer was admitted and immediately saw all the chief generals of the army together, and among them Ermolov's big imposing figure. They all had their coats unbuttoned and were standing in a semicircle with flushed and animated faces, laughing loudly. In the middle of the room a short handsome general with a red face was dancing the trepak with much spirit and agility. "Ha, ha, ha! Bravo, Nicholas Ivanych! Ha, ha, ha!" The officer felt that by arriving with important orders at such a moment he was doubly to blame, and he would have preferred to wait; but one of the generals espied him and, hearing what he had come about, informed Ermolov. Ermolov came forward with a frown on his face and, hearing what the officer had to say, took the papers from him without a word. "You think he went off just by chance?" said a comrade, who was on the staff that evening, to the officer of the Horse Guards, referring to Ermolov. "It was a trick. It was done on purpose to get Konovnitsyn into trouble. You'll see what a mess there'll be tomorrow."

virendra7: crossing chicken, luv making, threswholed conscioussssness, nirvana-being, husband's brother

kevbone: what's a chicken? what's a road? david schuldt: liars and crooks sed that the Bushies sent him their to help steel the 2008 ecleshun mattp: this is another abrogation of our civil liberties. we have no right to ask why the chicken crossed the road or monitor his activities. once again an abuse of power by the Bush administration and the Patriot Act

seems that it's already time to pull this one out: plus ca change...

He'll win over TTK, Kevbone, and Chuckie in the end.

TTK and Kevbone - like minded in all ways.

Hell yes. You would be a moron to vote for another republican, unless you like the slid that this REPUBLICAN president has put us in? Yes I blame Bush and his cronies…..the buck must stop somewhere! everyone: vote with Kevbone.

there's a ringing endorsement to vote Democrat.

Come on Tucker, I thought by now you'd figure out that I reserve such treatment for self-described members of the literati who publicly suffer delusions of adequacy despite their obvious lack of intellect. Your use of google searches and online dictionaries to nitpick typos on a bullshit internet forum has truly shown your intellect. And the you-tube posts - brilliant. Really. Poor little Beta, you'll never rate.

beautiful. you're so OCD and predictable. another marionette to manipulate for my entertainment.

if you study hard enough you might even get into wazzu. they take a certain number of retards. as an alumnus of that fine institution, i'd just like to say "fuck off" be careful or no 13 will tell you to italicize that an add the correct grammatical ending.

amen, sister. thank you.

umm, I'm neither anglo or protestant. and thanks for the additional evidence of your race-obsession - not that we needed any more.

man this is too easy.

it'd be pretty damn easy to top your humor too. even something as low-brow as this Irishman could do the job:

as is the true answer to your question. so right back at you I insult you because you are hostile to me. just read back to yourself what you wrote above. have a nice day.

1. it's how i show you my love for you Porter-pie 2. yes Now answer my question: 1. what the hell did you do to Hot Carl????

1. it's how i show you my love for you Porter-pie 2. yes

if you study hard enough you might even get into wazzu. they take a certain number of retards.

Your "facts" are tainted and one-sided, par for the course from your political comrades.

perfect. in two days you've shown yourself both a commie and a racist pig. I congratulate you for coming out of the closet. now just admit you and no. 13 are butt-lovers and we've got a trifecta. There's nothing about your potato-chucking ass a good relocation program couldn't cure. And, while I haven't seen 13's, I do love a nicely shaped ass. BTW, we forgot to add the guy who defeated Hitler to the list of great orators. Stalin. Potato chucking and relocation. That's funny coming from an Irishman, Patty.

Let's stick to the subject at hand. Why are you such a racist? I think you need some quality time with a counselor. Maybe "Dog" or Michael Richards can refer you to one. As for drinking before lunch, you're confusing me with our mid-day martini wonder boy TTK. I understand it's tough to pay attention with your limited attention span, and all your worries (studying for the PSAT's, your acne problems, the big kids giving you wedgies in the locker room, etc). But try harder please.