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OnreceivingcommandofthearmiesKutuzovrememberedPrinceAndrewandsentanorderforhimtoreportatheadquarters。
PrinceAndrewarrivedatTsarevo—ZaymishcheontheverydayandattheveryhourthatKutuzovwasreviewingthetroopsforthefirsttime。Hestoppedinthevillageatthepriest’shouseinfrontofwhichstoodthecommanderinchief’scarriage，andhesatdownonthebenchatthegateawaitinghisSereneHighness，aseveryonenowcalledKutuzov。Fromthefieldbeyondthevillagecamenowsoundsofregimentalmusicandnowtheroarofmanyvoicesshouting"Hurrah！"tothenewcommanderinchief。Twoorderlies，acourierandamajor—domo，stoodnearby，sometenpacesfromPrinceAndrew，availingthemselvesofKutuzov’sabsenceandofthefineweather。Ashort，swarthylieutenantcolonelofhussarswiththickmustachesandwhiskersrodeuptothegateand，glancingatPrinceAndrew，inquiredwhetherhisSereneHighnesswasputtingupthereandwhetherhewouldsoonbeback。
PrinceAndrewrepliedthathewasnotonhisSereneHighness’
staffbutwashimselfanewarrival。Thelieutenantcolonelturnedtoasmartorderly，who，withthepeculiarcontemptwithwhichacommanderinchief’sorderlyspeakstoofficers，replied：
"What？HisSereneHighness？Iexpecthe’llbeheresoon。Whatdoyouwant？"
Thelieutenantcolonelofhussarssmiledbeneathhismustacheattheorderly’stone，dismounted，gavehishorsetoadispatchrunner，andapproachedBolkonskiwithaslightbow。Bolkonskimaderoomforhimonthebenchandthelieutenantcolonelsatdownbesidehim。
"You’realsowaitingforthecommanderinchief？"saidhe。"Theysayheweceivesevewyone，thankGod！……It’sawfulwiththosesausageeaters！ErmolovhadweasontoasktobepwomotedtobeaGerman！Nowp’wapsWussianswillgetalookin。Asitwas，devilonlyknowswhatwashappening。Wekeptwetweatingandwetweating。Didyoutakepartinthecampaign？"heasked。
"Ihadthepleasure，"repliedPrinceAndrew，"notonlyoftakingpartintheretreatbutoflosinginthatretreatallIhelddear—nottomentiontheestateandhomeofmybirth—myfather，whodiedofgrief。IbelongtotheprovinceofSmolensk。"
"Ah？You’rePwinceBolkonski？Vewygladtomakeyouracquaintance！
I’mLieutenantColonelDenisov，betterknownas’Vaska，’"saidDenisov，pressingPrinceAndrew’shandandlookingintohisfacewithaparticularlykindlyattention。"Yes，Iheard，"saidhesympathetically，andafterashortpauseadded："Yes，it’sScythianwarfare。It’sallvewywell—onlynotforthosewhogetitintheneck。SoyouarePwinceAndwewBolkonski？"Heswayedhishead。"Vewypleased，Pwince，tomakeyouracquaintance！"herepeatedagain，smilingsadly，andheagainpressedPrinceAndrew’shand。
PrinceAndrewknewDenisovfromwhatNatashahadtoldhimofherfirstsuitor。Thismemorycarriedhimsadlyandsweetlybacktothosepainfulfeelingsofwhichhehadnotthoughtlately，butwhichstillfoundplaceinhissoul。Oflatehehadreceivedsomanynewandveryseriousimpressions—suchastheretreatfromSmolensk，hisvisittoBaldHills，andtherecentnewsofhisfather’sdeath—andhadexperiencedsomanyemotions，thatforalongtimepastthosememorieshadnotenteredhismind，andnowthattheydid，theydidnotactonhimwithnearlytheirformerstrength。ForDenisov，too，thememoriesawakenedbythenameofBolkonskibelongedtoadistant，romanticpast，whenaftersupperandafterNatasha’ssinginghehadproposedtoalittlegirloffifteenwithoutrealizingwhathewasdoing。HesmiledattherecollectionofthattimeandofhisloveforNatasha，andpassedatoncetowhatnowinterestedhimpassionatelyandexclusively。Thiswasaplanofcampaignhehaddevisedwhileservingattheoutpostsduringtheretreat。HehadproposedthatplantoBarclaydeTollyandnowwishedtoproposeittoKutuzov。TheplanwasbasedonthefactthattheFrenchlineofoperationwastoextended，anditproposedthatinsteadof，orconcurrentlywith，actiononthefronttobartheadvanceoftheFrench，weshouldattacktheirlineofcommunication。HebeganexplaininghisplantoPrinceAndrew。
"Theycan’tholdallthatline。It’simpossible。Iwillundertaketobweakthwough。GivemefivehundwedmenandIwillbweaktheline，that’scertain！There’sonlyoneway—guewillawarfare！"
DenisovroseandbegangesticulatingasheexplainedhisplantoBolkonski。Inthemidstofhisexplanationshoutswereheardfromthearmy，growingmoreincoherentandmorediffused，minglingwithmusicandsongsandcomingfromthefieldwherethereviewwasheld。
Soundsofhoofsandshoutswerenearingthevillage。
"He’scoming！He’scoming！"shoutedaCossackstandingatthegate。
BolkonskiandDenisovmovedtothegate，atwhichaknotofsoldiersaguardofhonorwasstanding，andtheysawKutuzovcomingdownthestreetmountedonarathersmallsorrelhorse。Ahugesuiteofgeneralsrodebehindhim。Barclaywasridingalmostbesidehim，andacrowdofofficersranafterandaroundthemshouting，"Hurrah！"
Hisadjutantsgallopedintotheyardbeforehim。Kutuzovwasimpatientlyurgingonhishorse，whichambledsmoothlyunderhisweight，andheraisedhishandtohiswhiteHorseGuard’scapwitharedbandandnopeak，noddinghisheadcontinually。Whenhecameuptotheguardofhonor，afinesetofGrenadiersmostlywearingdecorations，whoweregivinghimthesalute，helookedatthemsilentlyandattentivelyfornearlyaminutewiththesteadygazeofacommanderandthenturnedtothecrowdofgeneralsandofficerssurroundinghim。Suddenlyhisfaceassumedasubtleexpression，heshruggedhisshoulderswithanairofperplexity。
"Andwithsuchfinefellowstoretreatandretreat！Well，good—by，General，"headded，androdeintotheyardpastPrinceAndrewandDenisov。
"Hurrah！hurrah！hurrah！"shoutedthosebehindhim。
SincePrinceAndrewhadlastseenhimKutuzovhadgrownstillmorecorpulent，flaccid，andfat。Butthebleachedeyeball，thescar，andthefamiliarwearinessofhisexpressionwerestillthesame。HewaswearingthewhiteHorseGuard’scapandamilitaryovercoatwithawhiphangingoverhisshoulderbyathinstrap。Hesatheavilyandswayedlimplyonhisbrisklittlehorse。
"Whew……whew……whew！"hewhistledjustaudiblyasherodeintotheyard。Hisfaceexpressedthereliefofrelaxedstrainfeltbyamanwhomeanstorestafteraceremony。Hedrewhisleftfootoutofthestirrupand，lurchingwithhiswholebodyandpuckeringhisfacewiththeeffort，raiseditwithdifficultyontothesaddle，leanedonhisknee，groaned，andslippeddownintothearmsoftheCossacksandadjutantswhostoodreadytoassisthim。
Hepulledhimselftogether，lookedround，screwinguphiseyes，glancedatPrinceAndrew，and，evidentlynotrecognizinghim，movedwithhiswaddlinggaittotheporch。"Whew……whew……whew！"hewhistled，andagainglancedatPrinceAndrew。Asoftenoccurswitholdmen，itwasonlyaftersomesecondsthattheimpressionproducedbyPrinceAndrew’sfacelinkeditselfupwithKutuzov’sremembranceofhispersonality。
"Ah，howdoyoudo，mydearprince？Howdoyoudo，mydearboy？Comealong……"saidhe，glancingwearilyround，andhesteppedontotheporchwhichcreakedunderhisweight。
Heunbuttonedhiscoatandsatdownonabenchintheporch。
"Andhow’syourfather？"
"Ireceivednewsofhisdeath，yesterday，"repliedPrinceAndrewabruptly。
Kutuzovlookedathimwitheyeswideopenwithdismayandthentookoffhiscapandcrossedhimself：
"MaythekingdomofHeavenbehis！God’swillbedonetousall！"Hesigheddeeply，hiswholechestheaving，andwassilentforawhile。"I
lovedhimandrespectedhim，andsympathizewithyouwithallmyheart。"
HeembracedPrinceAndrew，pressinghimtohisfatbreast，andforsometimedidnotlethimgo。WhenhereleasedhimPrinceAndrewsawthatKutuzov’sflabbylipsweretremblingandthattearswereinhiseyes。Hesighedandpressedonthebenchwithbothhandstoraisehimself。
"Come！Comewithme，we’llhaveatalk，"saidhe。
ButatthatmomentDenisov，nomoreintimidatedbyhissuperiorsthanbytheenemy，camewithjinglingspursupthestepsoftheporch，despitetheangrywhispersoftheadjutantswhotriedtostophim。
Kutuzov，hishandsstillpressedontheseat，glancedathimglumly。
Denisov，havinggivenhisname，announcedthathehadtocommunicatetohisSereneHighnessamatterofgreatimportancefortheircountry’swelfare。Kutuzovlookedwearilyathimand，liftinghishandswithagestureofannoyance，foldedthemacrosshisstomach，repeatingthewords："Forourcountry’swelfare？Well，whatisit？
Speak！"Denisovblushedlikeagirlitwasstrangetoseethecolorriseinthatshaggy，bibulous，time—wornfaceandboldlybegantoexpoundhisplanofcuttingtheenemy’slinesofcommunicationbetweenSmolenskandVyazma。Denisovcamefromthosepartsandknewthecountrywell。Hisplanseemeddecidedlyagoodone，especiallyfromthestrengthofconvictionwithwhichhespoke。Kutuzovlookeddownathisownlegs，occasionallyglancingatthedooroftheadjoininghutasifexpectingsomethingunpleasanttoemergefromit。Andfromthathut，whileDenisovwasspeaking，ageneralwithaportfoliounderhisarmreallydidappear。
"What？"saidKutuzov，inthemidstofDenisov’sexplanations，"areyoureadysosoon？"
"Ready，yourSereneHighness，"repliedthegeneral。
Kutuzovswayedhishead，asmuchastosay："Howisonemantodealwithitall？"andagainlistenedtoDenisov。
"IgivemywordofhonorasaWussianofficer，"saidDenisov，"thatIcanbweakNapoleon’slineofcommunication！"
"WhatrelationareyoutoIntendantGeneralKirilAndreevichDenisov？"askedKutuzov，interruptinghim。
"Heismyuncle，yourSeweneHighness。"
"Ah，wewerefriends，"saidKutuzovcheerfully。"Allright，allright，friend，stayhereatthestaffandtomorrowwe’llhaveatalk。"
WithanodtoDenisovheturnedawayandputouthishandforthepapersKonovnitsynhadbroughthim。
"WouldnotyourSereneHighnessliketocomeinside？"saidthegeneralondutyinadiscontentedvoice，"theplansmustbeexaminedandseveralpapershavetobesigned。"
Anadjutantcameoutandannouncedthateverythingwasinreadinesswithin。ButKutuzovevidentlydidnotwishtoenterthatroomtillhewasdisengaged。Hemadeagrimace……
"No，tellthemtobringasmalltableouthere，mydearboy。I’lllookatthemhere，"saidhe。"Don’tgoaway，"headded，turningtoPrinceAndrew，whoremainedintheporchandlistenedtothegeneral’sreport。
Whilethiswasbeinggiven，PrinceAndrewheardthewhisperofawoman’svoiceandtherustleofasilkdressbehindthedoor。
Severaltimesonglancingthatwayhenoticedbehindthatdooraplump，rosy，handsomewomaninapinkdresswithalilacsilkkerchiefonherhead，holdingadishandevidentlyawaitingtheentranceofthecommanderinchief。Kutiizov’sadjutantwhisperedtoPrinceAndrewthatthiswasthewifeofthepriestwhosehomeitwas，andthatsheintendedtoofferhisSereneHighnessbreadandsalt。"HerhusbandhaswelcomedhisSereneHighnesswiththecrossatthechurch，andsheintendstowelcomehiminthehouse……She’sverypretty，"addedtheadjutantwithasmile。AtthosewordsKutuzovlookedround。Hewaslisteningtothegeneral’sreport—whichconsistedchieflyofacriticismofthepositionatTsarevo—Zaymishche—ashehadlistenedtoDenisov，andsevenyearspreviouslyhadlistenedtothediscussionattheAusterlitzcouncilofwar。Heevidentlylistenedonlybecausehehadearswhich，thoughtherewasapieceoftowinoneofthem，couldnothelphearing；butitwasevidentthatnothingthegeneralcouldsaywouldsurpriseoreveninteresthim，thatheknewallthatwouldbesaidbeforehand，andhearditallonlybecausehehadto，asonehastolistentothechantingofaserviceofprayer。AllthatDenisovhadsaidwascleverandtothepoint。Whatthegeneralwassayingwasevenmorecleverandtothepoint，butitwasevidentthatKutuzovdespisedknowledgeandcleverness，andknewofsomethingelsethatwoulddecidethematter—somethingindependentofclever。nessandknowledge。PrinceAndrewwatchedthecommanderinchief’sfaceattentively，andtheonlyexpressionhecouldseetherewasoneofboredom，curiosityastothemeaningofthefemininewhisperingbehindthedoor，andadesiretoobservepropriety。ItwasevidentthatKutuzovdespisedclevernessandlearningandeventhepatrioticfeelingshownbyDenisov，butdespisedthemnotbecauseofhisownintellect，feelings，orknowledge—hedidnottrytodisplayanyofthese—butbecauseofsomethingelse。Hedespisedthembecauseofhisoldageandexperienceoflife。TheonlyinstructionKutuzovgaveofhisownaccordduringthatreportreferredtolootingbytheRussiantroops。Attheendofthereportthegeneralputbeforehimforsignatureapaperrelatingtotherecoveryofpaymentfromarmycommandersforgreenoatsmowndownbythesoldiers，whenlandownerslodgedpetitionsforcompensation。
Afterhearingthematter，Kutuzovsmackedhislipstogetherandshookhishead。
"Intothestove……intothefirewithit！Itellyouonceforall，mydearfellow，"saidhe，"intothefirewithallsuchthings！Letthemcutthecropsandburnwoodtotheirhearts’content。Idon’torderitorallowit，butIdon’texactcompensationeither。Onecan’tgetonwithoutit。’Whenwoodischoppedthechipswillfly。’"Helookedatthepaperagain。"Oh，thisGermanprecision！"hemuttered，shakinghishead。
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"Well，that’sall！"saidKutuzovashesignedthelastofthedocuments，andrisingheavilyandsmoothingoutthefoldsinhisfatwhiteneckhemovedtowardthedoorwithamorecheerfulexpression。
Thepriest’swife，flushingrosyred，caughtupthedishshehadafterallnotmanagedtopresentattherightmoment，thoughshehadsolongbeenpreparingforit，andwithalowbowofferedittoKutuzov。
Hescreweduphiseyes，smiled，liftedherchinwithhishand，andsaid：
"Ah，whatabeauty！Thankyou，sweetheart！"
Hetooksomegoldpiecesfromhistrouserpocketandputthemonthedishforher。"Well，mydear，andhowarewegettingon？"heasked，movingtothedooroftheroomassignedtohim。Thepriest’swifesmiled，andwithdimplesinherrosycheeksfollowedhimintotheroom。TheadjutantcameouttotheporchandaskedPrinceAndrewtolunchwithhim。HalfanhourlaterPrinceAndrewwasagaincalledtoKutuzov。Hefoundhimreclininginanarmchair，stillinthesameunbuttonedovercoat。HehadinhishandaFrenchbookwhichheclosedasPrinceAndrewentered，markingtheplacewithaknife。
PrinceAndrewsawbythecoverthatitwasLesChevaliersduCygnebyMadamedeGenlis。
"Well，sitdown，sitdownhere。Let’shaveatalk，"saidKutuzov。
"It’ssad，verysad。Butremember，mydearfellow，thatIamafathertoyou，asecondfather……"
PrinceAndrewtoldKutuzovallheknewofhisfather’sdeath，andwhathehadseenatBaldHillswhenhepassedthroughit。
"What……whattheyhavebroughtusto！"Kutuzovsuddenlycriedinanagitatedvoice，evidentlypicturingvividlytohimselffromPrinceAndrew’sstorytheconditionRussiawasin。"Butgivemetime，givemetime！"hesaidwithagrimlook，evidentlynotwishingtocontinuethisagitatingconversation，andadded："Isentforyoutokeepyouwithme。"
"IthankyourSereneHighness，butIfearIamlongerfitforthestaff，"repliedPrinceAndrewwithasmilewhichKutuzovnoticed。
Kutuzovglancedinquiringlyathim。
"Butaboveall，"addedPrinceAndrew，"Ihavegrownusedtomyregiment，amfondoftheofficers，andIfancythemenalsolikeme。I
shouldbesorrytoleavetheregiment。IfIdeclinethehonorofbeingwithyou，believeme……"
Ashrewd，kindly，yetsubtlyderisiveexpressionlitupKutuzov’spodgyface。HecutBolkonskishort。
"Iamsorry，forIneedyou。Butyou’reright，you’reright！It’snotherethatmenareneeded。Advisersarealwaysplentiful，butmenarenot。Theregimentswouldnotbewhattheyareifthewould—beadvisersservedthereasyoudo。IrememberyouatAusterlitz……I
remember，yes，Irememberyouwiththestandard！"saidKutuzov，andaflushofpleasuresuffusedPrinceAndrew’sfaceatthisrecollection。
Takinghishandanddrawinghimdownwards，Kutuzovofferedhischeektobekissed，andagainPrinceAndrewnoticedtearsintheoldman’seyes。ThoughPrinceAndrewknewthatKutuzov’stearscameeasily，andthathewasparticularlytendertoandconsiderateofhimfromawishtoshowsympathywithhisloss，yetthisreminderofAusterlitzwasbothpleasantandflatteringtohim。
"GoyourwayandGodbewithyou。Iknowyourpathisthepathofhonor！"Hepaused。"ImissedyouatBucharest，butIneededsomeonetosend。"Andchangingthesubject，KutuzovbegantospeakoftheTurkishwarandthepeacethathadbeenconcluded。"Yes，Ihavebeenmuchblamed，"hesaid，"bothforthatwarandthepeace……buteverythingcameattherighttime。Toutvientapointaceluiquisaitattendre。*
Andtherewereasmanyadvisersthereashere……"hewenton，returningtothesubjectof"advisers"whichevidentlyoccupiedhim。
"Ah，thoseadvisers！"saidhe。"IfwehadlistenedtothemallweshouldnothavemadepeacewithTurkeyandshouldnothavebeenthroughwiththatwar。Everythinginhaste，butmorehaste，lessspeed。Kamenskiwouldhavebeenlostifhehadnotdied。Hestormedfortresseswiththirtythousandmen。Itisnotdifficulttocaptureafortressbutitisdifficulttowinacampaign。Forthat，stormingandattackingbutpatienceandtimearewanted。KamenskisentsoldierstoRustchuk，butIonlyemployedthesetwothingsandtookmorefortressesthanKamenskiandmadethebuteathorseflesh！"Heswayedhishead。"AndtheFrenchshalltoo，believeme，"hewenton，growingwarmerandbeatinghischest，"I’llmakethemeathorseflesh！"
Andtearsagaindimmedhiseyes。
*"Everythingcomesintimetohimwhoknowshowtowait。"
"Butshan’twehavetoacceptbattle？"remarkedPrinceAndrew。
"Weshallifeverybodywantsit；itcan’tbehelped……Butbelieveme，mydearboy，thereisnothingstrongerthanthosetwo：
patienceandtime，theywilldoitall。Buttheadvisersn’entendentpasdecetteoreille，voilalemal。*Somewantathing—othersdon’t。What’sonetodo？"heasked，evidentlyexpectingananswer。
"Well，whatdoyouwantustodo？"herepeatedandhiseyeshonewithadeep，shrewdlook。"I’lltellyouwhattodo，"hecontinued，asPrinceAndrewstilldidnotreply："Iwilltellyouwhattodo，andwhatIdo。Dansledoute，moncher，"hepaused，"abstiens—toi"*[2]—hearticulatedtheFrenchproverbdeliberately。
*"Don’tseeitthatway，that’sthetrouble。"
*[2]"Whenindoubt，mydearfellow，donothing。"
"Well，good—by，mydearfellow；rememberthatwithallmyheartI
shareyoursorrow，andthatforyouIamnotaSereneHighness，noraprince，noracommanderinchief，butafather！Ifyouwantanythingcomestraighttome。Good—by，mydearboy。"
AgainheembracedandkissedPrinceAndrew，butbeforethelatterhadlefttheroomKutuzovgaveasighofreliefandwentonwithhisunfinishednovel，LesChevaliersduCygnebyMadamedeGenlis。
PrinceAndrewcouldnothaveexplainedhoworwhyitwas，butafterthatinterviewwithKutuzovhewentbacktohisregimentreassuredastothegeneralcourseofaffairsandastothemantowhomithadbeenentrusted。Themoreherealizedtheabsenceofallpersonalmotiveinthatoldman—inwhomthereseemedtoremainonlythehabitofpassions，andinplaceofanintellectgroupingeventsanddrawingconclusionsonlythecapacitycalmlytocontemplatethecourseofevents—themorereassuredhewasthateverythingwouldbeasitshould。"Hewillnotbringinanyplanofhisown。Hewillnotdeviseorundertakeanything，"thoughtPrinceAndrew，"buthewillheareverything，remembereverything，andputeverythinginitsplace。
Hewillnothinderanythingusefulnorallowanythingharmful。Heunderstandsthatthereissomethingstrongerandmoreimportantthanhisownwill—theinevitablecourseofevents，andhecanseethemandgrasptheirsignificance，andseeingthatsignificancecanrefrainfrommeddlingandrenouncehispersonalwishdirectedtosomethingelse。Andaboveall，"thoughtPrinceAndrew，"onebelievesinhimbecausehe’sRussian，despitethenovelbyGenlisandtheFrenchproverbs，andbecausehisvoiceshookwhenhesaid：’Whattheyhavebroughtusto！’andhadasobinitwhenhesaidhewould’makethemeathorseflesh！’"
Onsuchfeelings，moreorlessdimlysharedbyall，theunanimityandgeneralapprovalwerefoundedwithwhich，despitecourtinfluences，thepopularchoiceofKutuzovascommanderinchiefwasreceived。
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AftertheEmperorhadleftMoscow，lifeflowedonthereinitsusualcourse，anditscoursewassoveryusualthatitwasdifficulttoremembertherecentdaysofpatrioticelationandardor，hardtobelievethatRussiawasreallyindangerandthatthemembersoftheEnglishClubwerealsosonsoftheFatherlandreadytosacrificeeverythingforit。TheonethingthatrecalledthepatrioticfervoreveryonehaddisplayedduringtheEmperor’sstaywasthecallforcontributionsofmenandmoney，anecessitythatassoonasthepromiseshadbeenmadeassumedalegal，officialformandbecameunavoidable。
Withtheenemy’sapproachtoMoscow，theMoscovites’viewoftheirsituationdidnotgrowmoreseriousbutonthecontrarybecameevenmorefrivolous，asalwayshappenswithpeoplewhoseeagreatdangerapproaching。Attheapproachofdangertherearealwaystwovoicesthatspeakwithequalpowerinthehumansoul：oneveryreasonablytellsamantoconsiderthenatureofthedangerandthemeansofescapingit；theother，stillmorereasonably，saysthatitistoodepressingandpainfultothinkofthedanger，sinceitisnotinman’spowertoforeseeeverythingandavertthegeneralcourseofevents，anditisthereforebettertodisregardwhatispainfultillitcomes，andtothinkaboutwhatispleasant。Insolitudeamangenerallylistenstothefirstvoice，butinsocietytothesecond。SoitwasnowwiththeinhabitantsofMoscow。ItwaslongsincepeoplehadbeenasgayinMoscowasthatyear。
Rostopchin’sbroadsheets，headedbywoodcutsofadrinkshop，apotman，andaMoscowburghercalledKarpushkaChigirin，"who—havingbeenamilitiamanandhavinghadrathertoomuchatthepub—heardthatNapoleonwishedtocometoMoscow，grewangry，abusedtheFrenchinverybadlanguage，cameoutofthedrinkshop，and，underthesignoftheeagle，begantoaddresstheassembledpeople，"werereadanddiscussed，togetherwiththelatestofVasiliLvovichPushkin’sboutsrimes。
InthecornerroomattheClub，membersgatheredtoreadthesebroadsheets，andsomelikedthewayKarpushkajeeredattheFrench，saying："TheywillswellupwithRussiancabbage，bu...完整阅读请扫描二维码下载丁香书院APP免费看：
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