* * "But my dear fellow, with all my respect for the Orthodox Russian army, I must say that your victory was not particularly victorious."
You see it’s hurrah for the Tsar, for Russia, for the Orthodox Greek faith!
"Here is our dear Orthodox Russian army," thought Bolkonski, recalling Bilibin’s words.
The Orthodox begin looting, and in a way of which our last campaign can give you no idea.
But as it turns out, just at that moment a third enemy rises before us—namely the Orthodox Russian soldiers, loudly demanding bread, meat, biscuits, fodder, and whatnot!
"Cependant, mon cher," he remarked, examining his nails from a distance and puckering the skin above his left eye, "malgre la haute estime que je professe pour the Orthodox Russian army, j’avoue que votre victoire n’est pas des plus victorieuses."
O Lord our God, in whom we believe and in whom we put our trust, let us not be confounded in our hope of Thy mercy, and give us a token of Thy blessing, that those who hate us and our Orthodox faith may see it and be put to shame and perish, and may all the nations know that Thou art the Lord and we are Thy people.