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The
faces
of
the
unimportant
people
awaiting
their
turn
for
an
audience
showed
embarrassment
and
servility
;
the
faces
of
those
of
higher
rank
expressed
a
common
feeling
of
awkwardness
,
covered
by
a
mask
of
unconcern
and
ridicule
of
themselves
,
their
situation
,
and
the
person
for
whom
they
were
waiting
.
Some
walked
thoughtfully
up
and
down
,
others
whispered
and
laughed
.
Prince
Andrew
heard
the
nickname
"
Síla
Andréevich
"
and
the
words
,
"
Uncle
will
give
it
to
us
hot
,
"
in
reference
to
Count
Arakchéev
.
One
general
(
an
important
personage
)
,
evidently
feeling
offended
at
having
to
wait
so
long
,
sat
crossing
and
uncrossing
his
legs
and
smiling
contemptuously
to
himself
.
But
the
moment
the
door
opened
one
feeling
alone
appeared
on
all
faces
--
that
of
fear
.
Prince
Andrew
for
the
second
time
asked
the
adjutant
on
duty
to
take
in
his
name
,
but
received
an
ironical
look
and
was
told
that
his
turn
would
come
in
due
course
.
After
some
others
had
been
shown
in
and
out
of
the
minister
's
room
by
the
adjutant
on
duty
,
an
officer
who
struck
Prince
Andrew
by
his
humiliated
and
frightened
air
was
admitted
at
that
terrible
door
.
This
officer
's
audience
lasted
a
long
time
.
Then
suddenly
the
grating
sound
of
a
harsh
voice
was
heard
from
the
other
side
of
the
door
,
and
the
officer
--
with
pale
face
and
trembling
lips
--
came
out
and
passed
through
the
waiting
room
,
clutching
his
head
.
After
this
Prince
Andrew
was
conducted
to
the
door
and
the
officer
on
duty
said
in
a
whisper
,
"
To
the
right
,
at
the
window
.
"
Prince
Andrew
entered
a
plain
tidy
room
and
saw
at
the
table
a
man
of
forty
with
a
long
waist
,
a
long
closely
cropped
head
,
deep
wrinkles
,
scowling
brows
above
dull
greenish-hazel
eyes
and
an
overhanging
red
nose
.
Arakchéev
turned
his
head
toward
him
without
looking
at
him
.
"
What
is
your
petition
?
"
asked
Arakchéev
.
"
I
am
not
petitioning
,
your
excellency
,
"
returned
Prince
Andrew
quietly
.
Arakchéev
's
eyes
turned
toward
him
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
said
he
.
"
Prince
Bolkónski
?
"
"
I
am
not
petitioning
about
anything
.
His
Majesty
the
Emperor
has
deigned
to
send
your
excellency
a
project
submitted
by
me
...
"
