Forawhilethecrowdwaslessdense, butsuddenlyallheadswerebared, , andeverybodyshouted, "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" Petyastoodontiptoeandpushedandpinched, butcouldseenothingexceptthepeopleabouthim.
'swifestandingbesidePetyasobbed, andthetearsrandownhercheeks.
"Father! Angel! Dearone!" shekeptrepeating, wipingawayhertearswithherfingers.
"Hurrah!" washeardonallsides.
Foramomentthecrowdstoodstill, butthenitmadeanotherrushforward.
Quitebesidehimself, Petya, clinchinghisteethandrollinghiseyesferociously, pushedforward, elbowinghiswayandshouting "hurrah!" asifhewerepreparedthatinstanttokillhimselfandeveryoneelse, butonbothsidesofhimotherpeoplewithsimilarlyferociousfacespushedforwardandeverybodyshouted "hurrah!"
"SothisiswhattheEmperoris!" thoughtPetya."No, Ican'tpetitionhimmyself—thatwouldbetoobold." Butinspiteofthishecontinuedtostruggledesperatelyforward, andfrombetweenthebacksofthoseinfronthecaughtglimpsesofanopenspacewithastripofredclothspreadoutonit; butjustthenthecrowdswayedback—thepoliceinfrontwerepushingbackthosewhohadpressedtooclosetotheprocession: theEmperorwaspassingfromthepalacetotheCathedraloftheAssumption—, amanofclericalappearancewithatuftofgrayhairatthebackofhisheadandwearingashabbybluecassock—probablyachurchclerkandchanter—washoldinghimunderthearmwithonehandwhilewardingoffthepressureofthecrowdwiththeother.
"You'vecrushedtheyounggentleman!" saidtheclerk."Whatareyouupto? Gently!...They'vecrushedhim, crushedhim!"
