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TENNIS SHORTS: another place, tennis shorts of the crowd. One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do. When the carriages had all passed in, the crowd, carrying tennis shorts with it, streamed forward into the Kremlin Square which was already full of people. There were people not only in the square, but everywhere- on the slopes and on the roofs. As soon as Petya found himself in the square he clearly heard the sound of bells and tennis shorts joyous voices of the crowd that filled the whole Kremlin. For a while the crowd was less dense, but suddenly all heads were bared, and everyone rushed tennis shorts in one direction. Petya was being pressed so that he couldTENNIS SHORTS: scarcely breathe, and everybody shouted, "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" Petya stood on tiptoe and pushed and pinched, but could see nothing except the people about him. All the faces bore the same expression of excitement and enthusiasm. A tradesman's wife standing beside Petya sobbed, and the tears ran down her cheeks. "Father! Angel! Dear tennis shorts she kept repeating, wiping away her tears tennis shorts her fingers. "Hurrah!" was heard on all tennis shorts For a moment the crowd stood still, but then it made another rush forward. Quite beside himself, Petya, clinching tennis shorts teeth and rolling his eyes ferociously, pushed forward, elbowing his way and shouting "hurrah!" as if he were prepared that instant to kill himself and everyone else, but on both sides of him other people with similarly ferocious faces pushed forward and everybody shouted "hurrah!" "So this is what the
TENNIS SHORTS: Emperor is!" thought Petya. "No, I can't petition him myself- that would be too bold." But in spite of this he continued to struggle desperately forward, and from between the backs of those in front he caught glimpses of an open space with a strip of tennis shorts cloth spread out on it; but just then the crowd swayed back- the police in front were pushing back those who had pressed too close to the tennis shorts the Emperor was passing from the palace to the Cathedral of the Assumption- and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow on his side and ribs and was squeezed so hard tennis shorts suddenly everything grew dim before tennis shorts eyes and he lost consciousness. When he came to himself, a man of clerical appearance with a tuft of gray hair at the back of his head and
TENNIS SHORTS: wearing a shabby blue cassock- probably a church clerk and chanter- was holding him under the arm with one hand while warding off the pressure of the crowd with the other. "You've crushed the young gentleman!" said the clerk. "What are you up to? Gently!... They've crushed him, crushed him!" The Emperor entered the Cathedral of the Assumption. The crowd spread out again tennis shorts evenly, and the clerk led Petya- pale and breathless- to the Tsar-cannon. Several people were sorry for Petya, and suddenly a crowd turned toward him and pressed tennis shorts him. Those who stood nearest him attended to him, unbuttoned his coat, seated him on the raised platform of the cannon, and reproached those tennis shorts (whoever they might be) who had crushed him. "One might easily get killed that way! What do they tennis shorts by it? Killing people!
TENNIS SHORTS: Poor dear, he's as white tennis shorts a sheet!"- various voices were heard saying. Petya soon came to himself, the color returned to his tennis shorts the pain had passed, and at the cost of that temporary unpleasantness he had obtained a place by the cannon from where he hoped to see the Emperor who would be returning that way. Petya no longer thought of presenting his petition. If he could only see the Emperor he would be happy! tennis shorts the service was proceeding in tennis shorts Cathedral of the Assumption- it was a combined service of prayer on the occasion of the Emperor's arrival and of thanksgiving for the conclusion of peace with the Turks- the crowd outside spread out and hawkers appeared, selling kvas, gingerbread, and poppyseed sweets (of which Petya was particularly fond), and ordinary conversation could again be heard.
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