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"
Hurrah
!
"
was
heard
on
all
sides
.
For
a
moment
the
crowd
stood
still
,
but
then
it
made
another
rush
forward
.
Quite
beside
himself
,
Pétya
,
clinching
his
teeth
and
rolling
his
eyes
ferociously
,
pushed
forward
,
elbowing
his
way
and
shouting
"
hurrah
!
"
as
if
he
were
prepared
that
instant
to
kill
himself
and
everyone
else
,
but
on
both
sides
of
him
other
people
with
similarly
ferocious
faces
pushed
forward
and
everybody
shouted
"
hurrah
!
"
"
So
this
is
what
the
Emperor
is
!
"
thought
Pétya
.
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
petition
him
myself
--
that
would
be
too
bold
.
"
But
in
spite
of
this
he
continued
to
struggle
desperately
forward
,
and
from
between
the
backs
of
those
in
front
he
caught
glimpses
of
an
open
space
with
a
strip
of
red
cloth
spread
out
on
it
;
but
just
then
the
crowd
swayed
back
--
the
police
in
front
were
pushing
back
those
who
had
pressed
too
close
to
the
procession
:
the
Emperor
was
passing
from
the
palace
to
the
Cathedral
of
the
Assumption
--
and
Pétya
unexpectedly
received
such
a
blow
on
his
side
and
ribs
and
was
squeezed
so
hard
that
suddenly
everything
grew
dim
before
his
eyes
and
he
lost
consciousness
.
When
he
came
to
himself
,
a
man
of
clerical
appearance
with
a
tuft
of
gray
hair
at
the
back
of
his
head
and
wearing
a
shabby
blue
cassock
--
probably
a
church
clerk
and
chanter
--
was
holding
him
under
the
arm
with
one
hand
while
warding
off
the
pressure
of
the
crowd
with
the
other
.
"
You
've
crushed
the
young
gentleman
!
"
said
the
clerk
.
"
What
are
you
up
to
?
Gently
!
...
They
've
crushed
him
,
crushed
him
!
"
The
Emperor
entered
the
Cathedral
of
the
Assumption
.
The
crowd
spread
out
again
more
evenly
,
and
the
clerk
led
Pétya
--
pale
and
breathless
--
to
the
Tsar-cannon
.
Several
people
were
sorry
for
Pétya
,
and
suddenly
a
crowd
turned
toward
him
and
pressed
round
him
.
Those
who
stood
nearest
him
attended
to
him
,
unbuttoned
his
coat
,
seated
him
on
the
raised
platform
of
the
cannon
,
and
reproached
those
others
(
whoever
they
might
be
)
who
had
crushed
him
.
"
One
might
easily
get
killed
that
way
!
What
do
they
mean
by
it
?
Killing
people
!
Poor
dear
,
he
's
as
white
as
a
sheet
!
"
--
various
voices
were
heard
saying
.
Pétya
soon
came
to
himself
,
the
color
returned
to
his
face
,
the
pain
had
passed
,
and
at
the
cost
of
that
temporary
unpleasantness
he
had
obtained
a
place
by
the
cannon
from
where
he
hoped
to
see
the
Emperor
who
would
be
returning
that
way
.
Pétya
no
longer
thought
of
presenting
his
petition
.
If
he
could
only
see
the
Emperor
he
would
be
happy
!
While
the
service
was
proceeding
in
the
Cathedral
of
the
Assumption
--
it
was
a
combined
service
of
prayer
on
the
occasion
of
the
Emperor
's
arrival
and
of
thanksgiving
for
the
conclusion
of
peace
with
the
Turks
--
the
crowd
outside
spread
out
and
hawkers
appeared
,
selling
kvass
,
gingerbread
,
and
poppyseed
sweets
(
of
which
Pétya
was
particularly
fond
)
,
and
ordinary
conversation
could
again
be
heard
.
A
tradesman
's
wife
was
showing
a
rent
in
her
shawl
and
telling
how
much
the
shawl
had
cost
;
another
was
saying
that
all
silk
goods
had
now
got
dear
.
The
clerk
who
had
rescued
Pétya
was
talking
to
a
functionary
about
the
priests
who
were
officiating
that
day
with
the
bishop
.
The
clerk
several
times
used
the
word
"
plenary
"
(
of
the
service
)
,
a
word
Pétya
did
not
understand
.
Two
young
citizens
were
joking
with
some
serf
girls
who
were
cracking
nuts
.
All
these
conversations
,
especially
the
joking
with
the
girls
,
were
such
as
might
have
had
a
particular
charm
for
Pétya
at
his
age
,
but
they
did
not
interest
him
now
.
He
sat
on
his
elevation
--
the
pedestal
of
the
cannon
--
still
agitated
as
before
by
the
thought
of
the
Emperor
and
by
his
love
for
him
.
