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A
space
like
a
street
was
left
between
each
two
lines
of
troops
.
The
three
parts
of
that
army
were
sharply
distinguished
:
Kutúzov
's
fighting
army
(
with
the
Pávlograds
on
the
right
flank
of
the
front
)
;
those
recently
arrived
from
Russia
,
both
Guards
and
regiments
of
the
line
;
and
the
Austrian
troops
.
But
they
all
stood
in
the
same
lines
,
under
one
command
,
and
in
a
like
order
.
Like
wind
over
leaves
ran
an
excited
whisper
:
"
They
're
coming
!
They
're
coming
!
"
Alarmed
voices
were
heard
,
and
a
stir
of
final
preparation
swept
over
all
the
troops
.
From
the
direction
of
Olmütz
in
front
of
them
,
a
group
was
seen
approaching
.
And
at
that
moment
,
though
the
day
was
still
,
a
light
gust
of
wind
blowing
over
the
army
slightly
stirred
the
streamers
on
the
lances
and
the
unfolded
standards
fluttered
against
their
staffs
.
It
looked
as
if
by
that
slight
motion
the
army
itself
was
expressing
its
joy
at
the
approach
of
the
Emperors
.
One
voice
was
heard
shouting
:
"
Eyes
front
!
"
Then
,
like
the
crowing
of
cocks
at
sunrise
,
this
was
repeated
by
others
from
various
sides
and
all
became
silent
.
In
the
deathlike
stillness
only
the
tramp
of
horses
was
heard
.
This
was
the
Emperors
'
suites
.
The
Emperors
rode
up
to
the
flank
,
and
the
trumpets
of
the
first
cavalry
regiment
played
the
general
march
.
It
seemed
as
though
not
the
trumpeters
were
playing
,
but
as
if
the
army
itself
,
rejoicing
at
the
Emperors
'
approach
,
had
naturally
burst
into
music
.
Amid
these
sounds
,
only
the
youthful
kindly
voice
of
the
Emperor
Alexander
was
clearly
heard
.
He
gave
the
words
of
greeting
,
and
the
first
regiment
roared
"
Hurrah
!
"
so
deafeningly
,
continuously
,
and
joyfully
that
the
men
themselves
were
awed
by
their
multitude
and
the
immensity
of
the
power
they
constituted
.
Rostóv
,
standing
in
the
front
lines
of
Kutúzov
's
army
which
the
Tsar
approached
first
,
experienced
the
same
feeling
as
every
other
man
in
that
army
:
a
feeling
of
self-forgetfulness
,
a
proud
consciousness
of
might
,
and
a
passionate
attraction
to
him
who
was
the
cause
of
this
triumph
.
He
felt
that
at
a
single
word
from
that
man
all
this
vast
mass
(
and
he
himself
an
insignificant
atom
in
it
)
would
go
through
fire
and
water
,
commit
crime
,
die
,
or
perform
deeds
of
highest
heroism
,
and
so
he
could
not
but
tremble
and
his
heart
stand
still
at
the
imminence
of
that
word
.
"
Hurrah
!
Hurrah
!
Hurrah
!
"
thundered
from
all
sides
,
one
regiment
after
another
greeting
the
Tsar
with
the
strains
of
the
march
,
and
then
"
Hurrah
!
"
...
Then
the
general
march
,
and
again
"
Hurrah
!
Hurrah
!
"
growing
ever
stronger
and
fuller
and
merging
into
a
deafening
roar
.
Till
the
Tsar
reached
it
,
each
regiment
in
its
silence
and
immobility
seemed
like
a
lifeless
body
,
but
as
soon
as
he
came
up
it
became
alive
,
its
thunder
joining
the
roar
of
the
whole
line
along
which
he
had
already
passed
.
Through
the
terrible
and
deafening
roar
of
those
voices
,
amid
the
square
masses
of
troops
standing
motionless
as
if
turned
to
stone
,
hundreds
of
riders
composing
the
suites
moved
carelessly
but
symmetrically
and
above
all
freely
,
and
in
front
of
them
two
men
--
the
Emperors
.
Upon
them
the
undivided
,
tensely
passionate
attention
of
that
whole
mass
of
men
was
concentrated
.
The
handsome
young
Emperor
Alexander
,
in
the
uniform
of
the
Horse
Guards
,
wearing
a
cocked
hat
with
its
peaks
front
and
back
,
with
his
pleasant
face
and
resonant
though
not
loud
voice
,
attracted
everyone
's
attention
.
Rostóv
was
not
far
from
the
trumpeters
,
and
with
his
keen
sight
had
recognized
the
Tsar
and
watched
his
approach
.
When
he
was
within
twenty
paces
,
and
Nicholas
could
clearly
distinguish
every
detail
of
his
handsome
,
happy
young
face
,
he
experienced
a
feeling
of
tenderness
and
ecstasy
such
as
he
had
never
before
known
.
Every
trait
and
every
movement
of
the
Tsar
's
seemed
to
him
enchanting
.
