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That
hesitation
lasted
only
an
instant
.
The
Tsar
's
foot
,
in
the
narrow
pointed
boot
then
fashionable
,
touched
the
groin
of
the
bobtailed
bay
mare
he
rode
,
his
hand
in
a
white
glove
gathered
up
the
reins
,
and
he
moved
off
accompanied
by
an
irregularly
swaying
sea
of
aides-de-camp
.
Farther
and
farther
he
rode
away
,
stopping
at
other
regiments
,
till
at
last
only
his
white
plumes
were
visible
to
Rostóv
from
amid
the
suites
that
surrounded
the
Emperors
.
Among
the
gentlemen
of
the
suite
,
Rostóv
noticed
Bolkónski
,
sitting
his
horse
indolently
and
carelessly
.
Rostóv
recalled
their
quarrel
of
yesterday
and
the
question
presented
itself
whether
he
ought
or
ought
not
to
challenge
Bolkónski
.
"
Of
course
not
!
"
he
now
thought
.
"
Is
it
worth
thinking
or
speaking
of
it
at
such
a
moment
?
At
a
time
of
such
love
,
such
rapture
,
and
such
self-sacrifice
,
what
do
any
of
our
quarrels
and
affronts
matter
?
I
love
and
forgive
everybody
now
.
"
When
the
Emperor
had
passed
nearly
all
the
regiments
,
the
troops
began
a
ceremonial
march
past
him
,
and
Rostóv
on
Bedouin
,
recently
purchased
from
Denísov
,
rode
past
too
,
at
the
rear
of
his
squadron
--
that
is
,
alone
and
in
full
view
of
the
Emperor
.
Before
he
reached
him
,
Rostóv
,
who
was
a
splendid
horseman
,
spurred
Bedouin
twice
and
successfully
put
him
to
the
showy
trot
in
which
the
animal
went
when
excited
.
Bending
his
foaming
muzzle
to
his
chest
,
his
tail
extended
,
Bedouin
,
as
if
also
conscious
of
the
Emperor
's
eye
upon
him
,
passed
splendidly
,
lifting
his
feet
with
a
high
and
graceful
action
,
as
if
flying
through
the
air
without
touching
the
ground
.
Rostóv
himself
,
his
legs
well
back
and
his
stomach
drawn
in
and
feeling
himself
one
with
his
horse
,
rode
past
the
Emperor
with
a
frowning
but
blissful
face
"
like
a
vewy
devil
,
"
as
Denísov
expressed
it
.
"
Fine
fellows
,
the
Pávlograds
!
"
remarked
the
Emperor
.
"
My
God
,
how
happy
I
should
be
if
he
ordered
me
to
leap
into
the
fire
this
instant
!
"
thought
Rostóv
When
the
review
was
over
,
the
newly
arrived
officers
,
and
also
Kutúzov
's
,
collected
in
groups
and
began
to
talk
about
the
awards
,
about
the
Austrians
and
their
uniforms
,
about
their
lines
,
about
Bonaparte
,
and
how
badly
the
latter
would
fare
now
,
especially
if
the
Essen
corps
arrived
and
Prussia
took
our
side
.
But
the
talk
in
every
group
was
chiefly
about
the
Emperor
Alexander
.
His
every
word
and
movement
was
described
with
ecstasy
.
