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took up its appointed
position. Not only the generals in full parade uniforms, with their
thin or thick waists drawn in to the utmost, their red necks squeezed
into their stiff collars, and wearing scarves and all their
decorations, not only the elegant, pomaded officers, but every soldier
with his freshly washed and shaven face and his weapons clean and
polished to the utmost, and every horse groomed till its coat shone
like satin and every hair of its wetted mane lay smooth--felt that no
small matter was happening, but an important and solemn affair. Every
general and every soldier was conscious of his own insignificance,
aware of being but a drop in that ocean of men, and yet at the same
time was conscious of his strength as a part of that enormous whole.
From early morning strenuous activities and efforts had begun and by
ten oclock all had been brought into due order. The ranks were
drawn up on the vast field. The whole army was extended in three
lines: the cavalry in front, behind it the artillery, and behind
that again the infantry.
A space like a street was left between each two lines of troops. The
three parts of that army were sharply distinguished: Kutuzovs
fighting army (with the Pavlograds on the right flank of the front);
those recently arrived from Russia, both Guards and regiments of the
line; and the Austrian troops. But they all stood in the same lines,
under one command, and in a like order.
Like wind over leaves ran an excited whisper: "Theyre coming!
Theyre coming!" Alarmed voices were heard, and a stir of final
preparation swept over all the troops.
From the direction of Olmutz in front of them, a group was seen
approaching. And at that moment, though the day was still, a light
gust of wind blowing over the army slightly stirred the streamers on
the lances and the unfolded standards fluttered against their
staffs. It looked as if by that slight motion the army itself was
expressing its joy at the approach of the Emperors. One voice was
heard shouting: "Eyes front!" Then, like the crowing of cocks at
sunrise, this was repeated by others from various sides and all became
In the deathlike stillness only the tramp of horses was heard.
This was the Emperors suites. The Emperors rode up to the flank,
and the trumpets of the first cavalry regiment played the general
march. It seemed as though not the trumpeters were playing, but as
if the army itself, rejoicing at the Emperors approach, had naturally
burst into music. Amid these sounds, only the youthful kindly voice of
the Emperor Alexander was clearly heard. He gave the words of
greeting, and the first regiment roared "Hurrah!" so deafeningly,
continuously, and joyfully that the men themselves were awed by
their multitude and the immensity of the power they constituted.
Rostov, standing in the front lines of Kutuzovs army which the Tsar
approached first, experienced the same feeling as every other man in
that army: a feeling of self-forgetfulness, a proud consciousness of
might, and a passionate attraction to him who was the cause of this
He felt that at a single word from that man all this vast mass
(and he himself an insignificant atom in it) would go through fire and
water, commit crime, die, or perform deeds of highest heroism, and
so he could not but tremble and his heart stand still at the imminence
of that word.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" thundered from all sides, one regiment
after another greeting the Tsar with the strains of the march, and
then "Hurrah!"... Then the general march, and again "Hurrah!
Hurrah!" growing ever stronger and fuller and merging into a deafening
Till the Tsar reached it, each regiment in its silence and
immobility seemed like a lifeless body, but as soon as he came up it
became alive, its thunder joining the roar of the whole line along
which he had already passed. Through the terrible and deafening roar
of those voices, amid the square masses of troops standing
motionless as if turned to stone, hundreds of riders composing the
suites moved carelessly but symmetrically and above all freely, and in
front of them two men--the Emperors. Upon them the undivided,
tensely passionate attention of that whole mass of men was
The handsome young Emperor Alexander, in the uniform of the Horse
Guards, wearing a cocked hat with its peaks front and back, with his
pleasant face and resonant though not loud voice, attracted everyones
Rostov was not far from the trumpeters, and with his
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