When they moved away from the bed the prince and princess disappeared
together by the further door, but before the end of the service they
returned one after the other to their places. Pierre paid no more
attention to this circumstance than to all the rest, having once for all
made up his mind that all that he saw taking place that evening must
inevitably be as it was.The sounds of the church singing ceased and the
voice of the chief ecclesiastic was heard, respectfully congratulating
the sick man on his reception of the mystery. The dying man lay as
lifeless and immovable as before.Every one was moving about him, there
was the sound of footsteps and of whispers, Anna Mihalovna's whisper
rising above the rest.Pierre heard her say: “Undoubtedly he must be
moved on to the bed; it's impossible …”The sick man was so surrounded by
the doctors, the princesses and the servants, that Pierre could no
longer see the reddish-yellow face with the grey mane, which he had
never lost sight of for one instant during the ceremony, even though he
had been watching other people too. Pierre guessed from the cautious
movements of the people about the chair that they were lifting the dying
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“Hold on to my arm; you'll drop him so,” he heard the frightened
whisper of one of the servants. “Lower down … another one here,” said
voices. And their heavy breathing and hurried tread seemed to show that
the weight they carried was too heavy for them.As they passed him—Anna
Mihalovna among them—the young man caught a glimpse over people's backs
and necks of the great muscular open chest, the grey, curly, leonine
head, and the massive shoulders of the sick man, which were pushed up,
as he was supported under the armpits. His head, with its
extraordinarily broad brow and cheek-bones, its beautiful sensual mouth,
and haughty, cold eyes, was not disfigured by the proximity of death.
It was just the same as Pierre had seen it three months before, when his
father had been sending him off to Petersburg. But the head swayed
helplessly with the jerky steps of the bearers, and the cold, apathetic
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They were busy for several minutes round the high bed; then the people,
who had moved the count, dispersed. Anna Mihalovna touched Pierre's arm
and said, “Come along.” With her Pierre approached the bed, on which
the sick man had been laid in a ceremonial position in keeping with the
sacred rite that had just been performed. He was lying with his head
propped high on the pillows. His hands were laid symmetrically on the
green silk quilt with the palms turned downwards.When Pierre came up,
the count looked straight at him, but he looked at him with a gaze the
intent and significance of which no man could fathom. Either these eyes
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Pierre stopped, not knowing what he was to do, and looked inquiringly
at his monitress. Anna Mihalovna gave him a hurried glance, with a
gesture indicating the sick man's hand and with her lips wafting towards
it a phantom kiss. Pierre did as he was bid, and carefully craning his
neck to avoid entanglement with the quilt, kissed the broad-boned,
muscular hand. There was not the faintest stir in the hand, nor in any
muscle of the count's face. Pierre again looked inquiringly at Anna
Mihalovna to learn what he was to do now. Anna Mihalovna glanced towards
the armchair that stood beside the bed. Pierre proceeded obediently to
sit down there, his eyes still inquiring whether he had done the right
thing.
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