The stoat
Sunday morning
The road to Poltava
The war
The campaign
Anatomy of a battlefield
A council of war
Sunday evening
"Let us go forward"
"Give the enemy no time"
"Cavalry forward!"
"Shot dead in vain"
Would God Roos were here"
"They are leaving their lines!"
"Not my men but the King's"
"Sheep to sacrificial slaughter"
"No musket-ball will hit"
"As grass before a scythe"
"The devil couldn't make them"
"It goes ill!"
"He tramples down"
"All is lost"
"To gather in retreat"
"Bodies mountain-high"
"100,000 roubles"
"Fight at my command!"
"Would they defend themselves"
"Not without tears"
"A fist filled with soil".