In the long room, brightly lit up by the sun through the large windows, the sick and wounded lay in two rows with their heads to the walls, and leaving a passage in the middle.

Most of them were unconscious and paid no attention to the newcomers.

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.