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Seeing
his
gloomy
face
as
he
frowned
at
his
wife
,
the
officers
grew
still
merrier
,
and
some
of
them
could
not
refrain
from
laughter
,
for
which
they
hurriedly
sought
plausible
pretexts
.
When
he
had
gone
,
taking
his
wife
with
him
,
and
had
settled
down
with
her
in
their
covered
cart
,
the
officers
lay
down
in
the
tavern
,
covering
themselves
with
their
wet
cloaks
,
but
they
did
not
sleep
for
a
long
time
;
now
they
exchanged
remarks
,
recalling
the
doctor
's
uneasiness
and
his
wife
's
delight
,
now
they
ran
out
into
the
porch
and
reported
what
was
taking
place
in
the
covered
trap
.
Several
times
Rostóv
,
covering
his
head
,
tried
to
go
to
sleep
,
but
some
remark
would
arouse
him
and
conversation
would
be
resumed
,
to
the
accompaniment
of
unreasoning
,
merry
,
childlike
laughter
.
It
was
nearly
three
o'clock
but
no
one
was
yet
asleep
,
when
the
quartermaster
appeared
with
an
order
to
move
on
to
the
little
town
of
Ostróvna
.
Still
laughing
and
talking
,
the
officers
began
hurriedly
getting
ready
and
again
boiled
some
muddy
water
in
the
samovar
.
But
Rostóv
went
off
to
his
squadron
without
waiting
for
tea
.
Day
was
breaking
,
the
rain
had
ceased
,
and
the
clouds
were
dispersing
.
It
felt
damp
and
cold
,
especially
in
clothes
that
were
still
moist
.
As
they
left
the
tavern
in
the
twilight
of
the
dawn
,
Rostóv
and
Ilyín
both
glanced
under
the
wet
and
glistening
leather
hood
of
the
doctor
's
cart
,
from
under
the
apron
of
which
his
feet
were
sticking
out
,
and
in
the
middle
of
which
his
wife
's
nightcap
was
visible
and
her
sleepy
breathing
audible
.
"
She
really
is
a
dear
little
thing
,
"
said
Rostóv
to
Ilyín
,
who
was
following
him
.
"
A
charming
woman
!
"
said
Ilyín
,
with
all
the
gravity
of
a
boy
of
sixteen
.
Half
an
hour
later
the
squadron
was
lined
up
on
the
road
.
The
command
was
heard
to
"
mount
"
and
the
soldiers
crossed
themselves
and
mounted
.
Rostóv
riding
in
front
gave
the
order
"
Forward
!
"
and
the
hussars
,
with
clanking
sabers
and
subdued
talk
,
their
horses
'
hoofs
splashing
in
the
mud
,
defiled
in
fours
and
moved
along
the
broad
road
planted
with
birch
trees
on
each
side
,
following
the
infantry
and
a
battery
that
had
gone
on
in
front
.
Tattered
,
blue-purple
clouds
,
reddening
in
the
east
,
were
scudding
before
the
wind
.
It
was
growing
lighter
and
lighter
.
That
curly
grass
which
always
grows
by
country
roadsides
became
clearly
visible
,
still
wet
with
the
night
's
rain
;
the
drooping
branches
of
the
birches
,
also
wet
,
swayed
in
the
wind
and
flung
down
bright
drops
of
water
to
one
side
.
The
soldiers
'
faces
were
more
and
more
clearly
visible
.
Rostóv
,
always
closely
followed
by
Ilyín
,
rode
along
the
side
of
the
road
between
two
rows
of
birch
trees
.
When
campaigning
,
Rostóv
allowed
himself
the
indulgence
of
riding
not
a
regimental
but
a
Cossack
horse
.
A
judge
of
horses
and
a
sportsman
,
he
had
lately
procured
himself
a
large
,
fine
,
mettlesome
,
Donéts
horse
,
dun-colored
,
with
light
mane
and
tail
,
and
when
he
rode
it
no
one
could
outgallop
him
.
To
ride
this
horse
was
a
pleasure
to
him
,
and
he
thought
of
the
horse
,
of
the
morning
,
of
the
doctor
's
wife
,
but
not
once
of
the
impending
danger
.
Formerly
,
when
going
into
action
,
Rostóv
had
felt
afraid
;
now
he
had
not
the
least
feeling
of
fear
.
He
was
fearless
,
not
because
he
had
grown
used
to
being
under
fire
(
one
can
not
grow
used
to
danger
)
,
but
because
he
had
learned
how
to
manage
his
thoughts
when
in
danger
.
He
had
grown
accustomed
when
going
into
action
to
think
about
anything
but
what
would
seem
most
likely
to
interest
him
--
the
impending
danger
.
During
the
first
period
of
his
service
,
hard
as
he
tried
and
much
as
he
reproached
himself
with
cowardice
,
he
had
not
been
able
to
do
this
,
but
with
time
it
had
come
of
itself
.
Now
he
rode
beside
Ilyín
under
the
birch
trees
,
occasionally
plucking
leaves
from
a
branch
that
met
his
hand
,
sometimes
touching
his
horse
's
side
with
his
foot
,
or
,
without
turning
round
,
handing
a
pipe
he
had
finished
to
an
hussar
riding
behind
him
,
with
as
calm
and
careless
an
air
as
though
he
were
merely
out
for
a
ride
.
He
glanced
with
pity
at
the
excited
face
of
Ilyín
,
who
talked
much
and
in
great
agitation
.
He
knew
from
experience
the
tormenting
expectation
of
terror
and
death
the
cornet
was
suffering
and
knew
that
only
time
could
help
him
.
