His kindly eyes grew moist with tears of pleasure and enthusiasm. At that instant they began playing: Raise the shout of victory! All rose from their seats and shouted Hurrah! And Bagration shouted Hurrah! in the same voice in which he had shouted it in the field at Sch? ngraben. The enthusiastic voice of young Rostov could be heard above the three hundred other voices. He was on the very point of tears.

The health of our sovereign, the Emperor, he roared, hurrah! Emptying his glass at one gulp, he flung it on the floor. Many followed his example. And the loud shouts lasted for a long while. When the uproar subsided, the footmen cleared doorbell away the broken glass, and all began settling themselves again; and smiling at the noise they had made, began talking.

Count Ilya Andreitch rose once more, glanced at a note that lay beside his plate, and proposed a toast to the health of the hero of our last campaign, Prince Pyotr Ivanovitch Bagration, and again the count's blue eyes were dimmed with tears. Hurrah! was shouted again by the three hundred voices of the guests, and instead of music this time a chorus of singers began to sing a cantata composed by Pavel Ivanovitch Kutuzov:No hindrance bars a Russian's way,Valour's the pledge of victory,We have our Bagrations. Our foes door phones

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