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The
Emperor
rode
to
the
square
where
,
facing
one
another
,
a
battalion
of
the
Preobrazhénsk
regiment
stood
on
the
right
and
a
battalion
of
the
French
Guards
in
their
bearskin
caps
on
the
left
.
As
the
Tsar
rode
up
to
one
flank
of
the
battalions
,
which
presented
arms
,
another
group
of
horsemen
galloped
up
to
the
opposite
flank
,
and
at
the
head
of
them
Rostóv
recognized
Napoleon
.
It
could
be
no
one
else
.
He
came
at
a
gallop
,
wearing
a
small
hat
,
a
blue
uniform
open
over
a
white
vest
,
and
the
St.
Andrew
ribbon
over
his
shoulder
.
He
was
riding
a
very
fine
thoroughbred
gray
Arab
horse
with
a
crimson
gold-embroidered
saddlecloth
.
On
approaching
Alexander
he
raised
his
hat
,
and
as
he
did
so
,
Rostóv
,
with
his
cavalryman
's
eye
,
could
not
help
noticing
that
Napoleon
did
not
sit
well
or
firmly
in
the
saddle
.
The
battalions
shouted
"
Hurrah
!
"
and
"
Vive
l'Empereur
!
"
Napoleon
said
something
to
Alexander
,
and
both
Emperors
dismounted
and
took
each
other
's
hands
.
Napoleon
's
face
wore
an
unpleasant
and
artificial
smile
.
Alexander
was
saying
something
affable
to
him
.
In
spite
of
the
trampling
of
the
French
gendarmes
'
horses
,
which
were
pushing
back
the
crowd
,
Rostóv
kept
his
eyes
on
every
movement
of
Alexander
and
Bonaparte
.
It
struck
him
as
a
surprise
that
Alexander
treated
Bonaparte
as
an
equal
and
that
the
latter
was
quite
at
ease
with
the
Tsar
,
as
if
such
relations
with
an
Emperor
were
an
everyday
matter
to
him
.
Alexander
and
Napoleon
,
with
the
long
train
of
their
suites
,
approached
the
right
flank
of
the
Preobrazhénsk
battalion
and
came
straight
up
to
the
crowd
standing
there
.
The
crowd
unexpectedly
found
itself
so
close
to
the
Emperors
that
Rostóv
,
standing
in
the
front
row
,
was
afraid
he
might
be
recognized
.
"
Sire
,
I
ask
your
permission
to
present
the
Legion
of
Honor
to
the
bravest
of
your
soldiers
,
"
said
a
sharp
,
precise
voice
,
articulating
every
letter
.
This
was
said
by
the
undersized
Napoleon
,
looking
up
straight
into
Alexander
's
eyes
.
Alexander
listened
attentively
to
what
was
said
to
him
and
,
bending
his
head
,
smiled
pleasantly
.
"
To
him
who
has
borne
himself
most
bravely
in
this
last
war
,
"
added
Napoleon
,
accentuating
each
syllable
,
as
with
a
composure
and
assurance
exasperating
to
Rostóv
,
he
ran
his
eyes
over
the
Russian
ranks
drawn
up
before
him
,
who
all
presented
arms
with
their
eyes
fixed
on
their
Emperor
.
"
Will
Your
Majesty
allow
me
to
consult
the
colonel
?
"
said
Alexander
and
took
a
few
hasty
steps
toward
Prince
Kozlóvski
,
the
commander
of
the
battalion
.
Bonaparte
meanwhile
began
taking
the
glove
off
his
small
white
hand
,
tore
it
in
doing
so
,
and
threw
it
away
.
An
aide-de-camp
behind
him
rushed
forward
and
picked
it
up
.
