The smell was so strong there that Rostov held his nose and had to pause and collect his strength before he could go on.

A door opened to the right, and an emaciated sallow man on crutches, barefoot and in underclothing, limped out and, leaning against the doorpost, looked with glittering envious eyes at those who were passing.

Glancing in at the door, Rostov saw that the sick and wounded were lying on the floor on straw and overcoats.