Rostov's horse was also getting restive: it pawed the frozen ground, pricking its ears at the noise and looking at the lights.

The shouting grew still louder and merged into a general roar that only an army of several thousand men could produce.

The lights spread farther and farther, probably along the line of the French camp.

Rostov no longer wanted to sleep.

The gay triumphant shouting of the enemy army had a stimulating effect on him.