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Count
Rostóv
at
the
back
of
the
crowd
was
expressing
approval
;
several
persons
,
briskly
turning
a
shoulder
to
the
orator
at
the
end
of
a
phrase
,
said
:
"
That
's
right
,
quite
right
!
Just
so
!
"
Pierre
wished
to
say
that
he
was
ready
to
sacrifice
his
money
,
his
serfs
,
or
himself
,
only
one
ought
to
know
the
state
of
affairs
in
order
to
be
able
to
improve
it
,
but
he
was
unable
to
speak
.
Many
voices
shouted
and
talked
at
the
same
time
,
so
that
Count
Rostóv
had
not
time
to
signify
his
approval
of
them
all
,
and
the
group
increased
,
dispersed
,
re-formed
,
and
then
moved
with
a
hum
of
talk
into
the
largest
hall
and
to
the
big
table
.
Not
only
was
Pierre
's
attempt
to
speak
unsuccessful
,
but
he
was
rudely
interrupted
,
pushed
aside
,
and
people
turned
away
from
him
as
from
a
common
enemy
.
This
happened
not
because
they
were
displeased
by
the
substance
of
his
speech
,
which
had
even
been
forgotten
after
the
many
subsequent
speeches
,
but
to
animate
it
the
crowd
needed
a
tangible
object
to
love
and
a
tangible
object
to
hate
.
Pierre
became
the
latter
.
Many
other
orators
spoke
after
the
excited
nobleman
,
and
all
in
the
same
tone
.
Many
spoke
eloquently
and
with
originality
.
Glínka
,
the
editor
of
the
Russian
Messenger
,
who
was
recognized
(
cries
of
"
author
!
author
!
"
were
heard
in
the
crowd
)
,
said
that
"
hell
must
be
repulsed
by
hell
,
"
and
that
he
had
seen
a
child
smiling
at
lightning
flashes
and
thunderclaps
,
but
"
we
will
not
be
that
child
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
at
thunderclaps
!
"
was
repeated
approvingly
in
the
back
rows
of
the
crowd
The
crowd
drew
up
to
the
large
table
,
at
which
sat
gray-haired
or
bald
seventy-year-old
magnates
,
uniformed
and
besashed
,
almost
all
of
whom
Pierre
had
seen
in
their
own
homes
with
their
buffoons
,
or
playing
boston
at
the
clubs
.
With
an
incessant
hum
of
voices
the
crowd
advanced
to
the
table
.
Pressed
by
the
throng
against
the
high
backs
of
the
chairs
,
the
orators
spoke
one
after
another
and
sometimes
two
together
.
Those
standing
behind
noticed
what
a
speaker
omitted
to
say
and
hastened
to
supply
it
.
Others
in
that
heat
and
crush
racked
their
brains
to
find
some
thought
and
hastened
to
utter
it
.
The
old
magnates
,
whom
Pierre
knew
,
sat
and
turned
to
look
first
at
one
and
then
at
another
,
and
their
faces
for
the
most
part
only
expressed
the
fact
that
they
found
it
very
hot
.
Pierre
,
however
,
felt
excited
,
and
the
general
desire
to
show
that
they
were
ready
to
go
to
all
lengths
--
which
found
expression
in
the
tones
and
looks
more
than
in
the
substance
of
the
speeches
--
infected
him
too
.
He
did
not
renounce
his
opinions
,
but
felt
himself
in
some
way
to
blame
and
wished
to
justify
himself
.
"
I
only
said
that
it
would
be
more
to
the
purpose
to
make
sacrifices
when
we
know
what
is
needed
!
"
said
he
,
trying
to
be
heard
above
the
other
voices
.
One
of
the
old
men
nearest
to
him
looked
round
,
but
his
attention
was
immediately
diverted
by
an
exclamation
at
the
other
side
of
the
table
.
"
Yes
,
Moscow
will
be
surrendered
!
She
will
be
our
expiation
!
"
shouted
one
man
.
"
He
is
the
enemy
of
mankind
!
"
cried
another
.
"
Allow
me
to
speak
...
"
"
Gentlemen
,
you
are
crushing
me
!
...
"
