Almost all of them stared with naive, childlike curiosity at Pierre's white hat and green swallow-tail coat.
But when they had convinced themselves that this man in the white hat was doing no harm, but either sat quietly on the slope of the trench with a shy smile or, politely making way for the soldiers, paced up and down the battery under fire as calmly as if he were on a boulevard, their feeling of hostile distrust gradually began to change into a kindly and bantering sympathy, such as soldiers feel for their dogs, cocks, goats, and in general for the animals that live with the regiment.
I'd have my white hat on but it was still dark when I dressed.
The intrusion of Pierre's nonmilitary figure in a white hat made an unpleasant impression at first.
He kept looking to either side of the road for familiar faces, but only saw everywhere the unfamiliar faces of various military men of different branches of the service, who all looked with astonishment at his white hat and green tail coat.