But now this head was swaying helplessly with the uneven movements of the bearers, and the cold listless gaze fixed itself upon nothing.
After a few minutes' bustle beside the high bedstead, those who had carried the sick man dispersed.
Anna Mikhaylovna touched Pierre's hand and said, "Come.
" Pierre went with her to the bed on which the sick man had been laid in a stately pose in keeping with the ceremony just completed.
He lay with his head propped high on the pillows.