"He？That’satradesman，thatistosay，he’stherestaurantkeeper，Vereshchagin。Perhapsyouhaveheardofthataffairwiththeproclamation。"
"Oh，sothatisVereshchagin！"saidPierre，lookingatthefirm，calmfaceoftheoldmanandseekinganyindicationofhisbeingatraitor。
"That’snothehimself，that’sthefatherofthefellowwhowrotetheproclamation，"saidtheadjutant。"TheyoungmanisinprisonandIexpectitwillgohardwithhim。"
Anoldgentlemanwearingastarandanotherofficial，aGermanwearingacrossroundhisneck，approachedthespeaker。
"It’sacomplicatedstory，youknow，"saidtheadjutant。"Thatproclamationappearedabouttwomonthsago。Thecountwasinformedofit。Hegaveorderstoinvestigatethematter。GabrielIvanovichheremadetheinquiries。Theproclamationhadpassedthroughexactlysixty—threehands。Heaskedone，’Fromwhomdidyougetit？’’Fromso—and—so。’Hewenttothenextone。’Fromwhomdidyougetit？’andsoontillhereachedVereshchagin，ahalfeducatedtradesman，youknow，’apetofatrader，’"saidtheadjutantsmiling。"Theyaskedhim，’Whogaveityou？’Andthepointisthatweknewwhomhehaditfrom。HecouldonlyhavehaditfromthePostmaster。Butevidentlytheyhadcometosomeunderstanding。Hereplied：’Fromnoone；I
madeitupmyself。’Theythreatenedandquestionedhim，buthestucktothat：’Imadeitupmyself。’Andsoitwasreportedtothecount，whosentfortheman。’Fromwhomdidyougettheproclamation？’’I
wroteitmyself。’Well，youknowthecount，"saidtheadjutantcheerfully，withasmileofpride，"heflaredupdreadfully—andjustthinkofthefellow’saudacity，lying，andobstinacy！"
"AndthecountwantedhimtosayitwasfromKlyucharev？I
understand！"saidPierre。
"Notatall，"rejoinedtheadjutantindismay。"Klyucharevhadhisownsinstoanswerforwithoutthatandthatiswhyhehasbeenbanished。Butthepointisthatthecountwasmuchannoyed。’Howcouldyouhavewrittenityourself？’saidhe，andhetookuptheHamburgGazettethatwaslyingonthetable。’Hereitis！Youdidnotwriteityourselfbuttranslatedit，andtranslateditabominably，becauseyoudon’tevenknowFrench，youfool。’Andwhatdoyouthink？’No，’
saidhe，’Ihavenotreadanypapers，Imadeitupmyself。’’Ifthat’sso，you’reatraitorandI’llhaveyoutried，andyou’llbehanged！
Sayfromwhomyouhadit。’’Ihaveseennopapers，Imadeitupmyself。’Andthatwastheendofit。Thecounthadthefatherfetched，butthefellowstucktoit。Hewassentfortrialandcondemnedtohardlabor，Ibelieve。Nowthefatherhascometointercedeforhim。
Buthe’sagood—for—nothinglad！Youknowthatsortoftradesman’sson，adandyandlady—killer。Heattendedsomelecturessomewhereandimaginesthatthedevilisnomatchforhim。That’sthesortoffellowheis。HisfatherkeepsacookshopherebytheStoneBridge，andyouknowtherewasalargeiconofGodAlmightypaintedwithascepterinonehandandanorbintheother。Well，hetookthaticonhomewithhimforafewdaysandwhatdidhedo？Hefoundsomescoundrelofapainter……"
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InthemiddleofthisfreshtalePierrewassummonedtothecommanderinchief。
WhenheenteredtheprivateroomCountRostopchin，puckeringhisface，wasrubbinghisforeheadandeyeswithhishand。Ashortmanwassayingsomething，butwhenPierreenteredhestoppedspeakingandwentout。
"Ah，howdoyoudo，greatwarrior？"saidRostopchinassoonastheshortmanhadlefttheroom。"Wehaveheardofyourprowess。Butthat’snotthepoint。Betweenourselves，moncher，doyoubelongtotheMasons？"hewentonseverely，asthoughthereweresomethingwrongaboutitwhichheneverthelessintendedtopardon。Pierreremainedsilent。"Iamwellinformed，myfriend，butIamawarethatthereareMasonsandMasonsandIhopethatyouarenotoneofthosewhoonpretenseofsavingmankindwishtoruinRussia。"
"Yes，IamaMason，"Pierrereplied。
"There，yousee，moncher！IexpectyouknowthatMessrs。
SperanskiandMagnitskihavebeendeportedtotheirproperplace。
Mr。Klyucharevhasbeentreatedinthesameway，andsohaveotherswhoonthepleaofbuildingupthetempleofSolomonhavetriedtodestroythetempleoftheirfatherland。YoucanunderstandthattherearereasonsforthisandthatIcouldnothaveexiledthePostmasterhadhenotbeenaharmfulperson。Ithasnowcometomyknowledgethatyoulenthimyourcarriageforhisremovalfromtown，andthatyouhaveevenacceptedpapersfromhimforsafecustody。I
likeyouanddon’twishyouanyharmand—asyouareonlyhalfmyage—
Iadviseyou，asafatherwould，toceaseallcommunicationwithmenofthatstampandtoleavehereassoonaspossible。"
"ButwhatdidKlyucharevdowrong，Count？"askedPierre。
"Thatisformetoknow，butnotforyoutoask，"shoutedRostopchin。
"IfheisaccusedofcirculatingNapoleon’sproclamationitisnotprovedthathedidso，"saidPierrewithoutlookingatRostopchin，"andVereshchagin……"
"Thereweare！"RostopchinshoutedatPierrelouderthanbefore，frowningsuddenly。"Vereshchaginisarenegadeandatraitorwhowillbepunishedashedeserves，"saidhewiththevindictiveheatwithwhichpeoplespeakwhenrecallinganinsult。"ButIdidnotsummonyoutodiscussmyactions，buttogiveyouadvice—oranorderifyoupreferit。IbegyoutoleavethetownandbreakoffallcommunicationwithsuchmenasKlyucharev。AndIwillknockthenonsenseoutofanybody"—butprobablyrealizingthathewasshoutingatBezukhovwhosofarwasnotguiltyofanything，headded，takingPierre’shandinafriendlymanner，"WeareontheeveofapublicdisasterandIhaven’ttimetobepolitetoeverybodywhohasbusinesswithme。Myheadissometimesinawhirl。Well，moncher，whatareyoudoingpersonally？"
"Why，nothing，"answeredPierrewithoutraisinghiseyesorchangingthethoughtfulexpressionofhisface。
Thecountfrowned。
"Awordoffriendlyadvice，moncher。Beoffassoonasyoucan，that’sallIhavetotellyou。Happyhewhohasearstohear。Good—by，mydearfellow。Oh，bytheby！"heshoutedthroughthedoorwayafterPierre，"isittruethatthecountesshasfallenintotheclutchesoftheholyfathersoftheSocietyofJesus？"
PierredidnotanswerandleftRostopchin’sroommoresullenandangrythanhehadeverbeforeshownhimself。
Whenhereachedhomeitwasalreadygettingdark。Someeightpeoplehadcometoseehimthatevening：thesecretaryofacommittee，thecolonelofhisbattalion，hissteward，hismajor—domo，andvariouspetitioners。TheyallhadbusinesswithPierreandwanteddecisionsfromhim。Pierredidnotunderstandandwasnotinterestedinanyofthesequestionsandonlyansweredtheminordertogetridofthesepeople。Whenleftaloneatlastheopenedandreadhiswife’sletter。
"They，thesoldiersatthebattery，PrinceAndrewkilled……thatoldman……SimplicityissubmissiontoGod。Sufferingisnecessary……
themeaningofall……onemustharness……mywifeisgettingmarried……Onemustforgetandunderstand……"Andgoingtohisbedhethrewhimselfonitwithoutundressingandimmediatelyfellasleep。
Whenheawokenextmorningthemajor—domocametoinformhimthataspecialmessenger，apoliceofficer，hadcomefromCountRostopchintoknowwhetherCountBezukhovhadleftorwasleavingthetown。
AdozenpersonswhohadbusinesswithPierrewereawaitinghiminthedrawingroom。Pierredressedhurriedlyand，insteadofgoingtoseethem，wenttothebackporchandoutthroughthegate。
FromthattimetilltheendofthedestructionofMoscownooneofBezukhov’shousehold，despiteallthesearchtheymade，sawPierreagainorknewwherehewas。
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TheRostovsremainedinMoscowtillthefirstofSeptember，thatis，tilltheeveoftheenemy’sentryintothecity。
AfterPetyahadjoinedObolenski’sregimentofCossacksandleftforBelayaTserkovwherethatregimentwasforming，thecountesswasseizedwithterror。Thethoughtthatbothhersonswereatthewar，hadbothgonefromunderherwing，thattodayortomorroweitherorbothofthemmightbekilledlikethethreesonsofoneofheracquaintances，struckherthatsummerforthefirsttimewithcruelclearness。ShetriedtogetNicholasbackandwishedtogoherselftojoinPetya，ortogethimanappointmentsomewhereinPetersburg，butneitheroftheseprovedpossible。Petyacouldnotreturnunlesshisregimentdidsoorunlesshewastransferredtoanotherregimentonactiveservice。Nicholaswassomewherewiththearmyandhadnotsentawordsincehislastletter，inwhichhehadgivenadetailedaccountofhismeetingwithPrincessMary。Thecountessdidnotsleepatnight，orwhenshedidfallasleepdreamedthatshesawhersonslyingdead。Aftermanyconsultationsandconversations，thecountatlastdevisedmeanstotranquillizeher。HegotPetyatransferredfromObolenski’sregimenttoBezukhov’s，whichwasintrainingnearMoscow。ThoughPetyawouldremainintheservice，thistransferwouldgivethecountesstheconsolationofseeingatleastoneofhersonsunderherwing，andshehopedtoarrangemattersforherPetyasoasnottolethimgoagain，butalwaysgethimappointedtoplaceswherehecouldnotpossiblytakepartinabattle。AslongasNicholasalonewasindangerthecountessimaginedthatshelovedherfirst—bornmorethanallherotherchildrenandevenreproachedherselfforit；butwhenheryoungest：thescapegracewhohadbeenbadatlessons，wasalwaysbreakingthingsinthehouseandmakinghimselfanuisancetoeverybody，thatsnub—nosedPetyawithhismerryblackeyesandfreshrosycheekswheresoftdownwasjustbeginningtoshow—
whenhewasthrownamidthosebig，dreadful，cruelmenwhowerefightingsomewhereaboutsomethingandapparentlyfindingpleasureinit—thenhismotherthoughtshelovedhimmore，muchmore，thanallherotherchildren。ThenearerthetimecameforPetyatoreturn，themoreuneasygrewthecountess。Shebegantothinkshewouldneverlivetoseesuchhappiness。ThepresenceofSonya，ofherbelovedNatasha，orevenofherhusbandirritatedher。"WhatdoIwantwiththem？IwantnoonebutPetya，"shethought。
AttheendofAugusttheRostovsreceivedanotherletterfromNicholas。HewrotefromtheprovinceofVoronezhwherehehadbeensenttoprocureremounts，butthatletterdidnotsetthecountessatease。KnowingthatonesonwasoutofdangershebecamethemoreanxiousaboutPetya。
ThoughbythetwentiethofAugustnearlyalltheRostovs’
acquaintanceshadleftMoscow，andthougheverybodytriedtopersuadethecountesstogetawayasquicklyaspossible，shewouldnotbearofleavingbeforehertreasure，heradoredPetya，returned。
Onthetwenty—eighthofAugusthearrived。Thepassionatetendernesswithwhichhismotherreceivedhimdidnotpleasethesixteen—year—oldofficer。Thoughsheconcealedfromhimherintentionofkeepinghimunderherwing，Petyaguessedherdesigns，andinstinctivelyfearingthathemightgivewaytoemotionwhenwithher—might"becomewomanish"ashetermedittohimself—hetreatedhercoldly，avoidedher，andduringhisstayinMoscowattachedhimselfexclusivelytoNatashaforwhomhehadalwayshadaparticularlybrotherlytenderness，almostlover—like。
Owingtothecount’scustomarycarelessnessnothingwasreadyfortheirdeparturebythetwenty—eighthofAugustandthecartsthatweretocomefromtheirRyazanandMoscowestatestoremovetheirhouseholdbelongingsdidnotarrivetillthethirtieth。
Fromthetwenty—eighthtillthethirty—firstallMoscowwasinabustleandcommotion。EverydaythousandsofmenwoundedatBorodinowerebroughtinbytheDorogomilovgateandtakentovariouspartsofMoscow，andthousandsofcartsconveyedtheinhabitantsandtheirpossessionsoutbytheothergates。InspiteofRostopchin’sbroadsheets，orbecauseofthemorindependentlyofthem，thestrangestandmostcontradictoryrumorswerecurrentinthetown。Somesaidthatnoonewastobeallowedtoleavethecity，othersonthecontrarysaidthatalltheiconshadbeentakenoutofthechurchesandeverybodywastobeorderedtoleave。SomesaidtherehadbeenanotherbattleafterBorodinoatwhichtheFrenchhadbeenrouted，whileothersonthecontraryreportedthattheRussianarmybadbeendestroyed。SometalkedabouttheMoscowmilitiawhich，precededbytheclergy，wouldgototheThreeHills；otherswhisperedthatAugustinhadbeenforbiddentoleave，thattraitorshadbeenseized，thatthepeasantswereriotingandrobbingpeopleontheirwayfromMoscow，andsoon。Butallthiswasonlytalk；inrealitythoughtheCouncilofFili，atwhichitwasdecidedtoabandonMoscow，hadnotyetbeenheldboththosewhowentawayandthosewhoremainedbehindfelt，thoughtheydidnotshowit，thatMoscowwouldcertainlybeabandoned，andthattheyoughttogetawayasquicklyaspossibleandsavetheirbelongings。Itwasfeltthateverythingwouldsuddenlybreakupandchange，butuptothefirstofSeptembernothinghaddoneso。
Asacriminalwhoisbeingledtoexecutionknowsthathemustdieimmediately，butyetlooksabouthimandstraightensthecapthatisawryonhishead，soMoscowinvoluntarilycontinueditswontedlife，thoughitknewthatthetimeofitsdestructionwasnearwhentheconditionsoflifetowhichitspeoplewereaccustomedtosubmitwouldbecompletelyupset。
DuringthethreedaysprecedingtheoccupationofMoscowthewholeRostovfamilywasabsorbedinvariousactivities。Theheadofthefamily，CountIlyaRostov，continuallydroveaboutthecitycollectingthecurrentrumorsfromallsidesandgavesuperficialandhastyordersathomeaboutthepreparationsfortheirdeparture。
Thecountesswatchedthethingsbeingpacked，wasdissatisfiedwitheverything，wasconstantlyinpursuitofPetyawhowasalwaysrunningawayfromher，andwasjealousofNatashawithwhomhespentallhistime。Sonyaalonedirectedthepracticalsideofmattersbygettingthingspacked。ButoflateSonyahadbeenparticularlysadandsilent。Nicholas’letterinwhichhementionedPrincessMaryhadelicited，inherpresence，joyouscommentsfromthecountess，whosawaninterventionofProvidenceinthismeetingoftheprincessandNicholas。
"IwasneverpleasedatBolkonski’sengagementtoNatasha，"saidthecountess，"butIalwayswantedNicholastomarrytheprincess，andhadapresentimentthatitwouldhappen。Whatagoodthingitwouldbe！"
Sonyafeltthatthiswastrue：thattheonlypossibilityofretrievingtheRostovs’affairswasbyNicholasmarryingarichwoman，andthattheprincesswasagoodmatch。Itwasverybitterforher。
Butdespitehergrief，orperhapsjustbecauseofit，shetookonherselfallthedifficultworkofdirectingthestoringandpackingoftheirthingsandwasbusyforwholedays。Thecountandcountessturnedtoherwhentheyhadanyorderstogive。PetyaandNatashaonthecontrary，farfromhelpingtheirparents，weregenerallyanuisanceandahindrancetoeveryone。Almostalldaylongthehouseresoundedwiththeirrunningfeet，theircries，andtheirspontaneouslaughter。Theylaughedandweregaynotbecausetherewasanyreasontolaugh，butbecausegaietyandmirthwereintheirheartsandsoeverythingthathappenedwasacauseforgaietyandlaughtertothem。Petyawasinhighspiritsbecausehavinglefthomeaboyhehadreturnedaseverybodytoldhimafineyoungman，becausehewasathome，becausehehadleftBelayaTserkovwheretherewasnohopeofsoontakingpartinabattleandhadcometoMoscowwheretherewastobefightinginafewdays，andchieflybecauseNatasha，whoseleadhealwaysfollowed，wasinhighspirits。Natashawasgaybecauseshehadbeensadtoolongandnownothingremindedherofthecauseofhersadness，andbecauseshewasfeelingwell。Shewasalsohappybecauseshehadsomeonetoadoreher：theadorationofotherswasalubricantthewheelsofhermachineneededtomakethemrunfreely—andPetyaadoredher。Aboveall，theyweregaybecausetherewasawarnearMoscow，therewouldbefightingatthetowngates，armswerebeinggivenout，everybodywasescaping—goingawaysomewhere，andingeneralsomethingextraordinarywashappening，andthatisalwaysexciting，especiallytotheyoung。
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OnSaturday，thethirty—firstofAugust，everythingintheRostovs’houseseemedtopsy—turvy。Allthedoorswereopen，allthefurniturewasbeingcarriedoutormovedabout，andthemirrorsandpictureshadbeentakendown。Thereweretrunksintherooms，andhay，wrappingpaper，andropeswerescatteredabout。Thepeasantsandhouseserfscarryingoutthethingsweretreadingheavilyontheparquetfloors。Theyardwascrowdedwithpeasantcarts，someloadedhighandalreadycordedup，othersstillempty。
Thevoicesandfootstepsofthemanyservantsandofthepeasantswhohadcomewiththecartsresoundedastheyshoutedtooneanotherintheyardandinthehouse。Thecountbadbeenoutsincemorning。
Thecountesshadaheadachebroughtonbyallthenoiseandturmoilandwaslyingdowninthenewsittingroomwithavinegarcompressonherhead。Petyawasnotathome，hehadgonetovisitafriendwithwhomhemeanttoobtainatransferfromthemilitiatotheactivearmy。Sonyawasintheballroomlookingafterthepackingoftheglassandchina。Natashawassittingonthefloorofherdismantledroomwithdresses，ribbons，andscarvesstrewnallabouther，gazingfixedlyatthefloorandholdinginherhandstheoldballdressalreadyoutoffashionwhichshehadwornatherfirstPetersburgball。
Natashawasashamedofdoingnothingwheneveryoneelsewassobusy，andseveraltimesthatmorninghadtriedtosettowork，butherheartwasnotinit，andshecouldnotanddidnotknowhowtodoanythingexceptwithallherheartandallhermight。ForawhileshehadstoodbesideSonyawhilethechinawasbeingpackedandtriedtohelp，butsoongaveitupandwenttoherroomtopackherownthings。Atfirstshefounditamusingtogiveawaydressesandribbonstothemaids，butwhenthatwasdoneandwhatwaslefthadstilltobepacked，shefounditdull。
"Dunyasha，youpack！Youwill，won’tyou，dear？"AndwhenDunyashawillinglypromisedtodoitallforher，Natashasatdownonthefloor，tookheroldballdress，andfellintoareveriequiteunrelatedtowhatoughttohaveoccupiedherthoughtsnow。Shewasrousedfromherreveriebythetalkofthemaidsinthenextroomwhichwastheirsandbythesoundoftheirhurriedfootstepsgoingtothebackporch。Natashagotupandlookedoutofthewindow。Anenormouslylongrowofcartsfullofwoundedmenhadstoppedinthestreet。
Thehousekeeper，theoldnurse，thecooks，coachmen，maids，footmen，postilions，andscullionsstoodatthegate，staringatthewounded。
Natasha，throwingacleanpockethandkerchiefoverherhairandholdinganendofitineachhand，wentoutintothestreet。
Theformerhousekeeper，oldMavraKuzminichna，hadsteppedoutofthecrowdbythegate，goneuptoacartwithahoodconstructedofbastmats，andwasspeakingtoapaleyoungofficerwholayinside。
Natashamovedafewstepsforwardandstoppedshyly，stillholdingherhandkerchief，andlistenedtowhatthehousekeeperwassaying。
"ThenyouhavenobodyinMoscow？"shewassaying。"Youwouldbemorecomfortablesomewhereinahouse……inours，forinstance……thefamilyareleaving。"
"Idon’tknowifitwouldbeallowed，"repliedtheofficerinaweakvoice。"Hereisourcommandingofficer……askhim，"andhepointedtoastoutmajorwhowaswalkingbackalongthestreetpasttherowofcarts。
Natashaglancedwithfrightenedeyesatthefaceofthewoundedofficerandatoncewenttomeetthemajor。
"Maythewoundedmenstayinourhouse？"sheasked。
Themajorraisedhishandtohiscapwithasmile。
"Whichonedoyouwant，Ma’am’selle？"saidhe，screwinguphiseyesandsmiling。
Natashaquietlyrepeatedherquestion，andherfaceandwholemannerweresoserious，thoughshewasstillholdingtheendsofherhandkerchief，thatthemajorceasedsmilingandaftersomereflection—
asifconsideringinhowfarthethingwaspossible—repliedintheaffirmative。
"Ohyes，whynot？Theymay，"hesaid。
Withaslightinclinationofherhead，NatashasteppedbackquicklytoMavraKuzminichna，whostoodtalkingcompassionatelytotheofficer。
"Theymay。Hesaystheymay！"whisperedNatasha。
ThecartinwhichtheofficerlaywasturnedintotheRostovs’yard，anddozensofcartswithwoundedmenbeganattheinvitationofthetownsfolktoturnintotheyardsandtodrawupattheentrancesofthehousesinPovarskayaStreet。Natashawasevidentlypleasedtobedealingwithnewpeopleoutsidetheordinaryroutineofherlife。
SheandMavraKuzminichnatriedtogetasmanyofthewoundedaspossibleintotheiryard。
"YourPapamustbetold，though，"saidMavraKuzminichna。
"Nevermind，nevermind，whatdoesitmatter？Foronedaywecanmoveintothedrawingroom。Theycanhaveallourhalfofthehouse。"
"Therenow，younglady，youdotakethingsintoyourhead！Evenifweputthemintothewing，themen’sroom，orthenurse’sroom，wemustaskpermission。"
"Well，I’llask。"
Natasharanintothehouseandwentontiptoethroughthehalf—opendoorintothesittingroom，wheretherewasasmellofvinegarandHoffman’sdrops。
"Areyouasleep，Mamma？"
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