When the laughter that came over him at Tikhon's words and smile passed and Petya realized for a moment that this Tikhon had killed a man, he felt uneasy. He glanced at the captive drummer boy and something stabbed his heart. But this uneasiness lasted only a moment. He felt a need to raise his head higher, to encourage himself, and to question the esaul about the next day's undertaking, assuming a significant air, so as not to be unworthy of the company he was in.
from page 543-544, volume 2 of original text
collage, flora from Yasnaya Polyana
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 1043-1044