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In
the
third
circle
,
Narýshkin
was
speaking
of
the
meeting
of
the
Austrian
Council
of
War
at
which
Suvórov
crowed
like
a
cock
in
reply
to
the
nonsense
talked
by
the
Austrian
generals
.
Shinshín
,
standing
close
by
,
tried
to
make
a
joke
,
saying
that
Kutúzov
had
evidently
failed
to
learn
from
Suvórov
even
so
simple
a
thing
as
the
art
of
crowing
like
a
cock
,
but
the
elder
members
glanced
severely
at
the
wit
,
making
him
feel
that
in
that
place
and
on
that
day
,
it
was
improper
to
speak
so
of
Kutúzov
.
Count
Ilyá
Rostóv
,
hurried
and
preoccupied
,
went
about
in
his
soft
boots
between
the
dining
and
drawing
rooms
,
hastily
greeting
the
important
and
unimportant
,
all
of
whom
he
knew
,
as
if
they
were
all
equals
,
while
his
eyes
occasionally
sought
out
his
fine
well-set-up
young
son
,
resting
on
him
and
winking
joyfully
at
him
.
Young
Rostóv
stood
at
a
window
with
Dólokhov
,
whose
acquaintance
he
had
lately
made
and
highly
valued
.
The
old
count
came
up
to
them
and
pressed
Dólokhov
's
hand
.
"
Please
come
and
visit
us
...
you
know
my
brave
boy
...
been
together
out
there
...
both
playing
the
hero
...
Ah
,
Vasíli
Ignátovich
...
How
d'ye
do
,
old
fellow
?
"
he
said
,
turning
to
an
old
man
who
was
passing
,
but
before
he
had
finished
his
greeting
there
was
a
general
stir
,
and
a
footman
who
had
run
in
announced
,
with
a
frightened
face
:
"
He
's
arrived
!
"
Bells
rang
,
the
stewards
rushed
forward
,
and
--
like
rye
shaken
together
in
a
shovel
--
the
guests
who
had
been
scattered
about
in
different
rooms
came
together
and
crowded
in
the
large
drawing
room
by
the
door
of
the
ballroom
.
Bagratión
appeared
in
the
doorway
of
the
anteroom
without
hat
or
sword
,
which
,
in
accord
with
the
club
custom
,
he
had
given
up
to
the
hall
porter
.
He
had
no
lambskin
cap
on
his
head
,
nor
had
he
a
loaded
whip
over
his
shoulder
,
as
when
Rostóv
had
seen
him
on
the
eve
of
the
battle
of
Austerlitz
,
but
wore
a
tight
new
uniform
with
Russian
and
foreign
Orders
,
and
the
Star
of
St.
George
on
his
left
breast
.
Evidently
just
before
coming
to
the
dinner
he
had
had
his
hair
and
whiskers
trimmed
,
which
changed
his
appearance
for
the
worse
.
There
was
something
naïvely
festive
in
his
air
,
which
,
in
conjunction
with
his
firm
and
virile
features
,
gave
him
a
rather
comical
expression
.
Bekleshëv
and
Theodore
Uvárov
,
who
had
arrived
with
him
,
paused
at
the
doorway
to
allow
him
,
as
the
guest
of
honor
,
to
enter
first
.
Bagratión
was
embarrassed
,
not
wishing
to
avail
himself
of
their
courtesy
,
and
this
caused
some
delay
at
the
doors
,
but
after
all
he
did
at
last
enter
first
.
He
walked
shyly
and
awkwardly
over
the
parquet
floor
of
the
reception
room
,
not
knowing
what
to
do
with
his
hands
;
he
was
more
accustomed
to
walk
over
a
plowed
field
under
fire
,
as
he
had
done
at
the
head
of
the
Kursk
regiment
at
Schön
Grabern
--
and
he
would
have
found
that
easier
.
The
committeemen
met
him
at
the
first
door
and
,
expressing
their
delight
at
seeing
such
a
highly
honored
guest
,
took
possession
of
him
as
it
were
,
without
waiting
for
his
reply
,
surrounded
him
,
and
led
him
to
the
drawing
room
.
It
was
at
first
impossible
to
enter
the
drawing
room
door
for
the
crowd
of
members
and
guests
jostling
one
another
and
trying
to
get
a
good
look
at
Bagratión
over
each
other
's
shoulders
,
as
if
he
were
some
rare
animal
.
Count
Ilyá
Rostóv
,
laughing
and
repeating
the
words
,
"
Make
way
,
dear
boy
!
Make
way
,
make
way
!
"
pushed
through
the
crowd
more
energetically
than
anyone
,
led
the
guests
into
the
drawing
room
,
and
seated
them
on
the
center
sofa
.
The
bigwigs
,
the
most
respected
members
of
the
club
,
beset
the
new
arrivals
.
Count
Ilyá
,
again
thrusting
his
way
through
the
crowd
,
went
out
of
the
drawing
room
and
reappeared
a
minute
later
with
another
committeeman
,
carrying
a
large
silver
salver
which
he
presented
to
Prince
Bagratión
.
On
the
salver
lay
some
verses
composed
and
printed
in
the
hero
's
honor
.
Bagratión
,
on
seeing
the
salver
,
glanced
around
in
dismay
,
as
though
seeking
help
.
But
all
eyes
demanded
that
he
should
submit
.
Feeling
himself
in
their
power
,
he
resolutely
took
the
salver
with
both
hands
and
looked
sternly
and
reproachfully
at
the
count
who
had
presented
it
to
him
.
Someone
obligingly
took
the
dish
from
Bagratión
(
or
he
would
,
it
seemed
,
have
held
it
till
evening
and
have
gone
in
to
dinner
with
it
)
and
drew
his
attention
to
the
verses
.
"
Well
,
I
will
read
them
,
then
!
"
Bagratión
seemed
to
say
,
and
,
fixing
his
weary
eyes
on
the
paper
,
began
to
read
them
with
a
fixed
and
serious
expression
.
But
the
author
himself
took
the
verses
and
began
reading
them
aloud
.
Bagratión
bowed
his
head
and
listened
:
Bring
glory
then
to
Alexander
's
reign
