战争与和平(上)-第81章

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my　was　drawn　out　in　three　lines。　In　front　was　the　cavalry；　behind；　the　artillery；　still　further　back；　the　infantry。
Between　each　two　ranks　of　soldiery　there　was　as　it　were　a　street。　The　army　was　sharply　divided　into　three　parts：　Kutuzov’s　army　（on　the　right　flank　of　which　stood　the　Pavlograd　hussars　in　the　front　line）；　the　regiments　of　the　line　and　the　guards　that　had　arrived　from　Russia；　and　the　Austrian　troops。　But　all　stood　in　one　line；　under　one　command；　and　in　similar　order。
Like　a　wind　passing　over　the　leaves；　the　excited　whisper　fluttered　over　the　plain：　“They　are　coming！　they　are　coming！”　There　was　a　sound　of　frightened　voices；　and　the　hurried　men’s　fuss　over　the　last　finishing　touches　ran　like　a　wave　over　the　troops。
A　group　came　into　sight　moving　towards　them　from　Olmütz　in　front　of　them。　And　at　the　same　moment；　though　there　had　been　no　wind；　a　faint　breeze　fluttered　over　the　army；　and　stirred　the　streamers　on　the　lances；　and　sent　the　unfurled　flags　flapping　against　their　flagstaffs。　It　looked　as　though　in　this　slight　movement　the　army　itself　were　expressing　its　joy　at　the　approach　of　the　Emperors。　One　voice　was　heard　saying：　“Steady！”　Then　like　cocks　at　sunrise；　voices　caught　up　and　repeated　the　sound　in　different　parts　of　the　plain。　And　all　sank　into　silence。
In　the　deathlike　stillness；　the　only　sound　was　the　tramp　of　hoofs。　It　was　the　Emperors’　suite。　The　Emperors　rode　towards　the　flank；　and　the　trumpets　of　the　first　cavalry　regiment　began　playing　a　march。　It　seemed　as　though　the　sound　did　not　come　from　the　trumpeters；　but　that　the　army　itself　was　naturally　giving　forth　this　music　in　its　delight　at　the　Emperors’　approach。　Through　the　music　could　be　distinctly　heard　one　voice；　the　genial；　youthful　voice　of　the　Emperor　Alexander。　He　uttered　some　words　of　greeting；　and　the　first　regiment　boomed　out：　“Hurrah！”　with　a　shout　so　deafening；　so　prolonged；　so　joyful；　that　the　men　themselves　felt　awestruck　at　the　multitude　and　force　of　the　mass　they　made　up。
Rostov；　standing　in　the　foremost　ranks　of　Kutuzov’s　army；　which　the　Tsar　approached　first　of　all；　was　possessed　by　the　feeling；　common　to　every　man　in　that　army—a　feeling　of　self…oblivion；　of　proud　consciousness　of　their　might　and　passionate　devotion　to　the　man　who　was　the　centre　of　that　solemn　ceremony。
He　felt　that　at　one　word　from　that　man　all　that　vast　mass　（and　he；　an　insignificant　atom　bound　up　with　it）　would　rush　through　fire　and　water；　to　crime；　to　death；　or　to　the　grandest　heroism；　and　so　he　could　not　but　thrill　and　tremble　at　the　sight　of　the　man　who　was　the　embodiment　of　that　word。
“Hurrah！　hurrah！　hurrah！”　thundered　on　all　sides；　and　one　regiment　after　another　greeted　the　Tsar　with　the　strains　of　the　march；　then　hurrah！…then　the　march；　and　again　hurrah！　and　hurrah！　which　growing　stronger　and　fuller；　blended　into　a　deafening　roar。
Before　the　Tsar　had　reached　it；　each　regiment　in　its　speechless　immobility　seemed　like　a　lifeless　body。　But　as　soon　as　the　Tsar　was　on　a　level　with　it；　each　regiment　broke　into　life　and　noise；　which　joined　with　the　roar　of　all　the　line；　by　which　the　Tsar　had　passed　already。　In　the　terrific；　deafening　uproar　of　those　voices；　between　the　square　masses　of　troops；　immobile　as　though　turned　to　stone；　moved　carelessly；　but　symmetrically　and　freely；　some　hundreds　of　men　on　horseback；　the　suite；　and　in　front　of　them　two　figures—the　Emperors。　Upon　these　was　entirely　concentrated　the　repressed；　passionate　attention　of　all　that　mass　of　men。
The　handsome；　youthful　Emperor　Alexander；　in　the　uniform　of　the　Horse　Guards；　in　a　triangular　hat　with　the　base　in　front；　attracted　the　greater　share　of　attention　with　his　pleasant　face　and　sonorous；　low　voice。
Rostov　was　standing　near　the　trumpeters；　and　with　his　keen　eyes　he　recognised　the　Tsar　from　a　distance　and　watched　him　approaching。　When　the　Tsar　was　only　twenty　paces　away；　and　Nikolay　saw　clearly　in　every　detail　the　handsome；　young；　and　happy　face　of　the　Emperor；　he　experienced　a　feeling　of　tenderness　and　ecstasy　such　as　he　had　never　known　before。　Everything　in　the　Tsar—every　feature；　every　movement—seemed　to　him　full　of　charm。
Halting　before　the　Pavlograd　regiment；　the　Tsar　said　something　in　French　to　the　Austrian　Emperor　and　smiled。
Seeing　that　smile；　Rostov　unconsciously　began　to　smile　himself　and　felt　an　even　stronger　rush　of　love　for　his　Emperor。　He　longed　to　express　his　love　for　the　Tsar　in　some　way。　He　knew　it　was　impossible；　and　he　wanted　to　cry。　The　Tsar　called　up　the　colonel　of　the　regiment　and　said　a　few　words　to　him。
“By　God！　what　would　happen　to　me　if　the　Emperor　were　to　address　me！”　thought　Rostov；　“I　should　die　of　happiness。”
The　Tsar　addressed　the　officers；　too。
“All　of　you；　gentlemen”　（every　word　sounded　to　Rostov　like　heavenly　music）；　“I　thank　you　with　all　my　heart。”
How　happy　Rostov　would　have　been　if　he　could　have　died　on　the　spot　for　his　Emperor。
“You　have　won　the　flags　of　St。　George　and　will　be　worthy　of　them。”
“Only　to　die；　to　die　for　him！”　thought　Rostov。
The　Tsar　said　something　more　which　Rostov　did　not　catch；　and　the　soldiers；　straining　their　lungs；　roared　“hurrah！”
Rostov；　too；　bending　over　in　his　saddle；　shouted　with　all　his　might；　feeling　he　would　like　to　do　himself　some　injury　by　this　shout；　if　only　he　could　give　full　expression　to　his　enthusiasm　for　the　Tsar。
The　Tsar　stood　for　several　seconds　facing　the　hussars；　as　though　he　were　hesitating。
“How　could　the　Emperor　hesitate？”　Rostov　wondered；　but　then；　even　that　hesitation　seemed　to　him　majestic　and　enchanting；　like　all　the　Tsar　did。
The　Tsar’s　hesitation　lasted　only　an　instant。　The　Tsar’s　foot；　in　the　narrow…pointed　boot　of　the　day；　touched　the　belly　of　the　bay　English　thoroughbred　he　was　riding。　The　Tsar’s　hand　in　its　white　glove　gathered　up　the　reins　and　he　moved　off；　accompanied　by　the　irregularly　heaving　sea　of　adjutants。　Further　and　further　he　rode　away；　stopping　at　the　other　regiments；　and　at　last　the　white　plume　of　his　hat　was　all　that　Rostov　could　see　above　the　suite　that　encircled　the　Emperors。
Among　the　gentlemen　of　the　suite；　Rostov　noticed　Bolkonsky；　sitting　his　horse　in　a　slack；　indolent　pose。　Rostov　remembered　his　quarrel　with　him　on　the　previous　day　and　his　doubt　whether　he　ought　or　ought　not　to　challenge　him。　“Of　course；　I　ought　not；”　Rostov　reflected　now。…”And　is　it　worth　thinking　and　speaking　of　it　at　such　a　moment　as　the　present？　At　the　moment　of　such　a　feeling　of　love；　enthusiasm；　and　self…sacrifice；　what　are　all　our　slights　and　squabbles？　I　love　every　one；　I　forgive　every　one　at　this　moment；”　thought　Rostov。
When　the　Tsar　had　made　the　round　of　almost　all　the　regiments；　the　troops　began　to　file　by　him　in　a　parade　march；　and　Rostov　on　Bedouin；　which　he　had　lately　bought　from　Denisov；　was　the　officer　at　the　rear；　that　is；　had　to　pass　last；　alone；　and　directly　in　view　of　the　Tsar。
Before　he　reached　the　Tsar；　Rostov；　who　was　a　capital　horseman；　set　spurs　twice　to　his　Bedouin；　and　succeeded　in　forcing　him　into　that　frantic　form　of　gallop　into　which　Bedouin　always　dropped　when　he　was　excited。　Bending　his　foaming　nose　to　his　chest；　arching　his　tail；　and　seeming　to　skim　through　the　air　without　touching　the　earth；　Bedouin；　as　though　he；　too；　were　conscious　of　the　Tsar’s　eye　upon　him；　flew　by　in　superb　style；　with　a　graceful　high　action　of　his　legs。
Rostov　himself　drew　back　his　legs　and　drew　in　his　stomach；　and　feeling　himself　all　of　a　piece　with　his　horse；　rode　by　the　Tsar　with　a　frowning　but　blissful　face；　looking　a　regular　devil；　as　Denisov　used　to　say。
“Bravo；　Pavlograds！”　said　the　Tsar。
“My　God！　shouldn’t　I　be　happy　if　he　bade　me　fling　myself　into　fire　this　instant；”　thought　Rostov。
When　the　review　was　over；　the　officers；　both　of　the　reinforcements　and　of　Kutuzov’s　army；　began　to　gather　together　in　groups。　Conversations　sprang　up　about　the　honours　that　had　been　conferred；　about　the　Austrians　and　their　uniforms；　and　their　front　line；　about　Bonaparte　and　the　bad　time　in　store　for　him　now；　especially　when　Essen’s　corps；　too；　should　arrive；　and　Prussia　should　take　our　side。　But　the　chief　subject　of　conversation　in　every　circle　was　the　Emperor　Alexander；　every　word　he　had　uttered；　every　gesture　was　described　and　expatiated　upon　with　ent