Война и мир

Chapter 8

           

           “OhGod,whatwouldhappentomeiftheEmperorspoketome?”thoughtRostóv.“Ishoulddieofhappiness!”

           TheTsaraddressedtheofficersalso:“Ithankyouall,gentlemen,Ithankyouwithmywholeheart.”ToRostóveverywordsoundedlikeavoicefromheaven.HowgladlywouldhehavediedatonceforhisTsar!

           “YouhaveearnedtheSt.George’sstandardsandwillbeworthyofthem.”

           “Oh,todie,todieforhim,”thoughtRostóv.

           TheTsarsaidsomethingmorewhichRostóvdidnothear,andthesoldiers,strainingtheirlungs,shouted“Hurrah!”

           Rostóvtoo,bendingoverhissaddle,shouted“Hurrah!”withallhismight,feelingthathewouldliketoinjurehimselfbythatshout,ifonlytoexpresshisrapturefully.

           TheTsarstoppedafewminutesinfrontofthehussarsasifundecided.

           “HowcantheEmperorbeundecided?”thoughtRostóv,buttheneventhisindecisionappearedtohimmajesticandenchanting,likeeverythingelsetheTsardid.

           Thathesitationlastedonlyaninstant.TheTsar’sfoot,inthenarrowpointedbootthenfashionable,touchedthegroinofthebobtailedbaymareherode,hishandinawhiteglovegatheredupthereins,andhemovedoffaccompaniedbyanirregularlyswayingseaofaides-de-camp.Fartherandfartherherodeaway,stoppingatotherregiments,tillatlastonlyhiswhiteplumeswerevisibletoRostóvfromamidthesuitesthatsurroundedtheEmperors.

           Amongthegentlemenofthesuite,RostóvnoticedBolkónski,sittinghishorseindolentlyandcarelessly.

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