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"But it can't be he, alone in the midst of this empty field!"

thought Rostov. At that moment Alexander turned his head and

Rostov saw the beloved features that were so deeply engraved on

his memory. The Emperor was pale, his cheeks sunken and his eyes

hollow, but the charm, the mildness of his features, was all the

greater. Rostov was happy in the assurance that the rumors about

the Emperor being wounded were false. He was happy to be seeing

him. He knew that he might and even ought to go straight to him

and give the message Dolgorukov had ordered him to deliver.