He felt that this nearness by itself made up to him for the day he had lost.
He was happy as a lover when the longed-for moment of meeting arrives.
Not daring to look round and without looking round, he was ecstatically conscious of his approach.
He felt it not only from the sound of the hoofs of the approaching cavalcade, but because as he drew near everything grew brighter, more joyful, more significant, and more festive around him.
Nearer and nearer to Rostov came that sun shedding beams of mild and majestic light around, and already he felt himself enveloped in those beams, he heard his voice, that kindly, calm, and majestic voice that was yet so simple! And as if in accord with Rostov's feeling, there was a deathly stillness amid which was heard the Emperor's voice.