" Rostov stood at that corner for a long time, watching the feast from a distance.

In his mind, a painful process was going on which he could not bring to a conclusion.

Terrible doubts rose in his soul.

Now he remembered Denisov with his changed expression, his submission, and the whole hospital, with arms and legs torn off and its dirt and disease.

So vividly did he recall that hospital stench of dead flesh that he looked round to see where the smell came from.