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"
The
Emperor
!
The
Emperor
!
"
was
suddenly
heard
among
the
hussars
.
All
began
to
run
and
bustle
,
and
Rostóv
saw
coming
up
the
road
behind
him
several
riders
with
white
plumes
in
their
hats
.
In
a
moment
everyone
was
in
his
place
,
waiting
.
Rostóv
did
not
know
or
remember
how
he
ran
to
his
place
and
mounted
.
Instantly
his
regret
at
not
having
been
in
action
and
his
dejected
mood
amid
people
of
whom
he
was
weary
had
gone
,
instantly
every
thought
of
himself
had
vanished
.
He
was
filled
with
happiness
at
his
nearness
to
the
Emperor
.
He
felt
that
this
nearness
by
itself
made
up
to
him
for
the
day
he
had
lost
.
He
was
happy
as
a
lover
when
the
longed-for
moment
of
meeting
arrives
.
Not
daring
to
look
round
and
without
looking
round
,
he
was
ecstatically
conscious
of
his
approach
.
He
felt
it
not
only
from
the
sound
of
the
hoofs
of
the
approaching
cavalcade
,
but
because
as
he
drew
near
everything
grew
brighter
,
more
joyful
,
more
significant
,
and
more
festive
around
him
.
Nearer
and
nearer
to
Rostóv
came
that
sun
shedding
beams
of
mild
and
majestic
light
around
,
and
already
he
felt
himself
enveloped
in
those
beams
,
he
heard
his
voice
,
that
kindly
,
calm
,
and
majestic
voice
that
was
yet
so
simple
!
And
as
if
in
accord
with
Rostóv
's
feeling
,
there
was
a
deathly
stillness
amid
which
was
heard
the
Emperor
's
voice
.
"
The
Pávlograd
hussars
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
The
reserves
,
sire
!
"
replied
a
voice
,
a
very
human
one
compared
to
that
which
had
said
:
"
The
Pávlograd
hussars
?
"
The
Emperor
drew
level
with
Rostóv
and
halted
.
Alexander
's
face
was
even
more
beautiful
than
it
had
been
three
days
before
at
the
review
.
It
shone
with
such
gaiety
and
youth
,
such
innocent
youth
,
that
it
suggested
the
liveliness
of
a
fourteen-year-old
boy
,
and
yet
it
was
the
face
of
the
majestic
Emperor
.
Casually
,
while
surveying
the
squadron
,
the
Emperor
's
eyes
met
Rostóv
's
and
rested
on
them
for
not
more
than
two
seconds
.
Whether
or
no
the
Emperor
understood
what
was
going
on
in
Rostóv
's
soul
(
it
seemed
to
Rostóv
that
he
understood
everything
)
,
at
any
rate
his
light-blue
eyes
gazed
for
about
two
seconds
into
Rostóv
's
face
.
A
gentle
,
mild
light
poured
from
them
.
Then
all
at
once
he
raised
his
eyebrows
,
abruptly
touched
his
horse
with
his
left
foot
,
and
galloped
on
.
The
younger
Emperor
could
not
restrain
his
wish
to
be
present
at
the
battle
and
,
in
spite
of
the
remonstrances
of
his
courtiers
,
at
twelve
o'clock
left
the
third
column
with
which
he
had
been
and
galloped
toward
the
vanguard
.
Before
he
came
up
with
the
hussars
,
several
adjutants
met
him
with
news
of
the
successful
result
of
the
action
.
This
battle
,
which
consisted
in
the
capture
of
a
French
squadron
,
was
represented
as
a
brilliant
victory
over
the
French
,
and
so
the
Emperor
and
the
whole
army
,
especially
while
the
smoke
hung
over
the
battlefield
,
believed
that
the
French
had
been
defeated
and
were
retreating
against
their
will
.
A
few
minutes
after
the
Emperor
had
passed
,
the
Pávlograd
division
was
ordered
to
advance
.
In
Wischau
itself
,
a
petty
German
town
,
Rostóv
saw
the
Emperor
again
.
In
the
market
place
,
where
there
had
been
some
rather
heavy
firing
before
the
Emperor
's
arrival
,
lay
several
killed
and
wounded
soldiers
whom
there
had
not
been
time
to
move
.
The
Emperor
,
surrounded
by
his
suite
of
officers
and
courtiers
,
was
riding
a
bobtailed
chestnut
mare
,
a
different
one
from
that
which
he
had
ridden
at
the
review
,
and
bending
to
one
side
he
gracefully
held
a
gold
lorgnette
to
his
eyes
and
looked
at
a
soldier
who
lay
prone
,
with
blood
on
his
uncovered
head
.
The
wounded
soldier
was
so
dirty
,
coarse
,
and
revolting
that
his
proximity
to
the
Emperor
shocked
Rostóv
.
Rostóv
saw
how
the
Emperor
's
rather
round
shoulders
shuddered
as
if
a
cold
shiver
had
run
down
them
,
how
his
left
foot
began
convulsively
tapping
the
horse
's
side
with
the
spur
,
and
how
the
well-trained
horse
looked
round
unconcerned
and
did
not
stir
.
An
adjutant
,
dismounting
,
lifted
the
soldier
under
the
arms
to
place
him
on
a
stretcher
that
had
been
brought
.
The
soldier
groaned
.
