"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.