“...The old field marshal said: “An, here is my order... What is your name, Father Major?” “Prime Major Alexandra Suvorov, your Excellency!” - a lean young man enthusiastically shouted, stepping towards the table from the darkness. “Okay, dear friend... So, gallop, soul of Alexash, to the left flank, to Prince Golitsyn himself, and convey this order from me to the observation building, yes Also, in the same words, tell them to build a front of the main battles in five lines of squares, cavalry, so that all of them are in reserves for the forest, and immediately light the bridge across the Oder River...”