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The

feeling

of

pain

and

fear

he

had

experienced

when

he

was

being

crushed

,

together

with

that

of

rapture

,

still

further

intensified

his

sense

of

the

importance

of

the

occasion

.

Suddenly

the

sound

of

a

firing

of

cannon

was

heard

from

the

embankment

,

to

celebrate

the

signing

of

peace

with

the

Turks

,

and

the

crowd

rushed

impetuously

toward

the

embankment

to

watch

the

firing

.

Pétya

too

would

have

run

there

,

but

the

clerk

who

had

taken

the

young

gentleman

under

his

protection

stopped

him

.

The

firing

was

still

proceeding

when

officers

,

generals

,

and

gentlemen-in-waiting

came

running

out

of

the

cathedral

,

and

after

them

others

in

a

more

leisurely

manner

:

caps

were

again

raised

,

and

those

who

had

run

to

look

at

the

cannon

ran

back

again

.

At

last

four

men

in

uniforms

and

sashes

emerged

from

the

cathedral

doors

.

"

Hurrah

!

hurrah

!

"

shouted

the

crowd

again

.

"

Which

is

he

?

Which

?

"

asked

Pétya

in

a

tearful

voice

,

of

those

around

him

,

but

no

one

answered

him

,

everybody

was

too

excited

;

and

Pétya

,

fixing

on

one

of

those

four

men

,

whom

he

could

not

clearly

see

for

the

tears

of

joy

that

filled

his

eyes

,

concentrated

all

his

enthusiasm

on

him

--

though

it

happened

not

to

be

the

Emperor

--

frantically

shouted

"

Hurrah

!

"

and

resolved

that

tomorrow

,

come

what

might

,

he

would

join

the

army

.

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The

crowd

ran

after

the

Emperor

,

followed

him

to

the

palace

,

and

began

to

disperse

.

It

was

already

late

,

and

Pétya

had

not

eaten

anything

and

was

drenched

with

perspiration

,

yet

he

did

not

go

home

but

stood

with

that

diminishing

,

but

still

considerable

,

crowd

before

the

palace

while

the

Emperor

dined

--

looking

in

at

the

palace

windows

,

expecting

he

knew

not

what

,

and

envying

alike

the

notables

he

saw

arriving

at

the

entrance

to

dine

with

the

Emperor

and

the

court

footmen

who

served

at

table

,

glimpses

of

whom

could

be

seen

through

the

windows

.

While

the

Emperor

was

dining

,

Valúev

,

looking

out

of

the

window

,

said

:

"

The

people

are

still

hoping

to

see

Your

Majesty

again

.

"

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The

dinner

was

nearly

over

,

and

the

Emperor

,

munching

a

biscuit

,

rose

and

went

out

onto

the

balcony

.

The

people

,

with

Pétya

among

them

,

rushed

toward

the

balcony

.

"

Angel

!

Dear

one

!

Hurrah

!

Father

!

...

"

cried

the

crowd

,

and

Pétya

with

it

,

and

again

the

women

and

men

of

weaker

mold

,

Pétya

among

them

,

wept

with

joy

.

A

largish

piece

of

the

biscuit

the

Emperor

was

holding

in

his

hand

broke

off

,

fell

on

the

balcony

parapet

,

and

then

to

the

ground

.

A

coachman

in

a

jerkin

,

who

stood

nearest

,

sprang

forward

and

snatched

it

up

.

Several

people

in

the

crowd

rushed

at

the

coachman

.

Seeing

this

the

Emperor

had

a

plateful

of

biscuits

brought

him

and

began

throwing

them

down

from

the

balcony

.

Pétya

's

eyes

grew

bloodshot

,

and

still

more

excited

by

the

danger

of

being

crushed

,

he

rushed

at

the

biscuits

.

He

did

not

know

why

,

but

he

had

to

have

a

biscuit

from

the

Tsar

's

hand

and

he

felt

that

he

must

not

give

way

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