-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Война и мир
-
- Стр. 725/1273
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
It
was
on
the
very
fact
of
being
so
young
that
Pétya
counted
for
success
in
reaching
the
Emperor
--
he
even
thought
how
surprised
everyone
would
be
at
his
youthfulness
--
and
yet
in
the
arrangement
of
his
collar
and
hair
and
by
his
sedate
deliberate
walk
he
wished
to
appear
a
grown-up
man
.
But
the
farther
he
went
and
the
more
his
attention
was
diverted
by
the
ever-increasing
crowds
moving
toward
the
Krémlin
,
the
less
he
remembered
to
walk
with
the
sedateness
and
deliberation
of
a
man
.
As
he
approached
the
Krémlin
he
even
began
to
avoid
being
crushed
and
resolutely
stuck
out
his
elbows
in
a
menacing
way
.
But
within
the
Trinity
Gateway
he
was
so
pressed
to
the
wall
by
people
who
probably
were
unaware
of
the
patriotic
intentions
with
which
he
had
come
that
in
spite
of
all
his
determination
he
had
to
give
in
,
and
stop
while
carriages
passed
in
,
rumbling
beneath
the
archway
.
Beside
Pétya
stood
a
peasant
woman
,
a
footman
,
two
tradesmen
,
and
a
discharged
soldier
.
After
standing
some
time
in
the
gateway
,
Pétya
tried
to
move
forward
in
front
of
the
others
without
waiting
for
all
the
carriages
to
pass
,
and
he
began
resolutely
working
his
way
with
his
elbows
,
but
the
woman
just
in
front
of
him
,
who
was
the
first
against
whom
he
directed
his
efforts
,
angrily
shouted
at
him
:
"
What
are
you
shoving
for
,
young
lordling
?
Do
n't
you
see
we
're
all
standing
still
?
Then
why
push
?
"
"
Anybody
can
shove
,
"
said
the
footman
,
and
also
began
working
his
elbows
to
such
effect
that
he
pushed
Pétya
into
a
very
filthy
corner
of
the
gateway
.
Pétya
wiped
his
perspiring
face
with
his
hands
and
pulled
up
the
damp
collar
which
he
had
arranged
so
well
at
home
to
seem
like
a
man
's
.
He
felt
that
he
no
longer
looked
presentable
,
and
feared
that
if
he
were
now
to
approach
the
gentlemen-in-waiting
in
that
plight
he
would
not
be
admitted
to
the
Emperor
.
But
it
was
impossible
to
smarten
oneself
up
or
move
to
another
place
,
because
of
the
crowd
.
One
of
the
generals
who
drove
past
was
an
acquaintance
of
the
Rostóvs
'
,
and
Pétya
thought
of
asking
his
help
,
but
came
to
the
conclusion
that
that
would
not
be
a
manly
thing
to
do
.
When
the
carriages
had
all
passed
in
,
the
crowd
,
carrying
Pétya
with
it
,
streamed
forward
into
the
Krémlin
Square
which
was
already
full
of
people
.
There
were
people
not
only
in
the
square
,
but
everywhere
--
on
the
slopes
and
on
the
roofs
.
As
soon
as
Pétya
found
himself
in
the
square
he
clearly
heard
the
sound
of
bells
and
the
joyous
voices
of
the
crowd
that
filled
the
whole
Krémlin
.
For
a
while
the
crowd
was
less
dense
,
but
suddenly
all
heads
were
bared
,
and
everyone
rushed
forward
in
one
direction
.
Pétya
was
being
pressed
so
that
he
could
scarcely
breathe
,
and
everybody
shouted
,
"
Hurrah
!
hurrah
!
hurrah
!
"
Pétya
stood
on
tiptoe
and
pushed
and
pinched
,
but
could
see
nothing
except
the
people
about
him
.
All
the
faces
bore
the
same
expression
of
excitement
and
enthusiasm
.
A
tradesman
's
wife
standing
beside
Pétya
sobbed
,
and
the
tears
ran
down
her
cheeks
.
"
Father
!
Angel
!
Dear
one
!
"
she
kept
repeating
,
wiping
away
her
tears
with
her
fingers
.
