Those who were conscious raised themselves or lifted their thin yellow faces, and all looked intently at Rostov with the same expression of hope, of relief, reproach, and envy of another's health.

Rostov went to the middle of the room and looking through the open doors into the two adjoining rooms saw the same thing there.

He stood still, looking silently around.

He had not at all expected such a sight.

Just before him, almost across the middle of the passage on the bare floor, lay a sick man, probably a Cossack to judge by the cut of his hair.