"Oh！Ithoughtyouwereinyourroom，"shesaid，forsomereasonblushinganddroppinghereyes。
　　PrinceAndrewlookedsternlyatherandanexpressionofangersuddenlycameoverhisface。Hesaidnothingtoherbutlookedatherforeheadandhair，withoutlookingathereyes，withsuchcontemptthattheFrenchwomanblushedandwentawaywithoutaword。Whenhereachedhissister’sroomhiswifewasalreadyawakeandhermerryvoice，hurryingonewordafteranother，camethroughtheopendoor。
　　ShewasspeakingasusualinFrench，andasifafterlongself—restraintshewishedtomakeupforlosttime。
　　"No，butimaginetheoldCountessZubova，withfalsecurlsandhermouthfulloffalseteeth，asifsheweretryingtocheatoldage……Ha，ha，ha！Mary！"
　　ThisverysentenceaboutCountessZubovaandthissamelaughPrinceAndrewhadalreadyheardfromhiswifeinthepresenceofotherssomefivetimes。Heenteredtheroomsoftly。Thelittleprincess，plumpandrosy，wassittinginaneasychairwithherworkinherhands，talkingincessantly，repeatingPetersburgreminiscencesandevenphrases。PrinceAndrewcameup，strokedherhair，andaskedifshefeltrestedaftertheirjourney。Sheansweredhimandcontinuedherchatter。
　　Thecoachwithsixhorseswaswaitingattheporch。Itwasanautumnnight，sodarkthatthecoachmancouldnotseethecarriagepole。
　　Servantswithlanternswerebustlingaboutintheporch。Theimmensehousewasbrilliantwithlightsshiningthroughitsloftywindows。Thedomesticserfswerecrowdinginthehall，waitingtobidgood—bytotheyoungprince。Themembersofthehouseholdwereallgatheredinthereceptionhall：MichaelIvanovich，MademoiselleBourienne，PrincessMary，andthelittleprincess。PrinceAndrewhadbeencalledtohisfather’sstudyasthelatterwishedtosaygood—bytohimalone。Allwerewaitingforthemtocomeout。
　　WhenPrinceAndrewenteredthestudytheoldmaninhisold—agespectaclesandwhitedressinggown，inwhichhereceivednoonebuthisson，satatthetablewriting。Heglancedround。
　　"Going？"Andhewentonwriting。
　　"I’vecometosaygood—by。"
　　"Kissmehere，"andhetouchedhischeek："Thanks，thanks！"
　　"Whatdoyouthankmefor？"
　　"Fornotdilly—dallyingandnothangingtoawoman’sapronstrings。TheServicebeforeeverything。Thanks，thanks！"Andhewentonwriting，sothathisquillsplutteredandsqueaked。"Ifyouhaveanythingtosay，sayit。Thesetwothingscanbedonetogether，"headded。
　　"Aboutmywife……Iamashamedasitistoleaveheronyourhands……"
　　"Whytalknonsense？Saywhatyouwant。"
　　"Whenherconfinementisdue，sendtoMoscowforanaccoucheur……
　　Lethimbehere……"
　　Theoldprincestoppedwritingand，asifnotunderstanding，fixedhissterneyesonhisson。
　　"Iknowthatnoonecanhelpifnaturedoesnotdoherwork，"saidPrinceAndrew，evidentlyconfused。"Iknowthatoutofamillioncasesonlyonegoeswrong，butitisherfancyandmine。Theyhavebeentellingherthings。Shehashadadreamandisfrightened。"
　　"Hm……Hm……"mutteredtheoldprincetohimself，finishingwhathewaswriting。"I’lldoit。"
　　Hesignedwithaflourishandsuddenlyturningtohissonbegantolaugh。
　　"It’sabadbusiness，eh？"
　　"Whatisbad，Father？"
　　"Thewife！"saidtheoldprince，brieflyandsignificantly。
　　"Idon’tunderstand！"saidPrinceAndrew。
　　"No，itcan’tbehelped，lad，"saidtheprince。"They’realllikethat；onecan’tunmarry。Don’tbeafraid；Iwon’ttellanyone，butyouknowityourself。"
　　Heseizedhissonbythehandwithsmallbonyfingers，shookit，lookedstraightintohisson’sfacewithkeeneyeswhichseemedtoseethroughhim，andagainlaughedhisfrigidlaugh。
　　Thesonsighed，thusadmittingthathisfatherhadunderstoodhim。
　　Theoldmancontinuedtofoldandsealhisletter，snatchingupandthrowingdownthewax，theseal，andthepaper，withhisaccustomedrapidity。
　　"What’stobedone？She’spretty！Iwilldoeverything。Makeyourmindeasy，"saidheinabruptsentenceswhilesealinghisletter。
　　Andrewdidnotspeak；hewasbothpleasedanddispleasedthathisfatherunderstoodhim。Theoldmangotupandgavethelettertohisson。
　　"Listen！"saidhe；"don’tworryaboutyourwife：whatcanbedoneshallbe。Nowlisten！GivethislettertoMichaelIlarionovich。*I
　　havewrittenthatheshouldmakeuseofyouinproperplacesandnotkeepyoulongasanadjutant：abadposition！TellhimIrememberandlikehim。Writeandtellmehowhereceivesyou。Ifheisallright—servehim。NicholasBolkonski’ssonneednotserveunderanyoneifheisindisfavor。Nowcomehere。"
　　*Kutuzov。
　　Hespokesorapidlythathedidnotfinishhalfhiswords，buthissonwasaccustomedtounderstandhim。Heledhimtothedesk，raisedthelid，drewoutadrawer，andtookoutanexercisebookfilledwithhisbold，tall，closehandwriting。
　　"Ishallprobablydiebeforeyou。Soremember，thesearemymemoirs；
　　handthemtotheEmperoraftermydeath。NowhereisaLombardbondandaletter；itisapremiumforthemanwhowritesahistoryofSuvorov’swars。SendittotheAcademy。HerearesomejottingsforyoutoreadwhenIamgone。Youwillfindthemuseful。"
　　Andrewdidnottellhisfatherthathewouldnodoubtlivealongtimeyet。Hefeltthathemustnotsayit。
　　"Iwilldoitall，Father，"hesaid。
　　"Well，now，good—by！"Hegavehissonhishandtokiss，andembracedhim。"Rememberthis，PrinceAndrew，iftheykillyouitwillhurtme，youroldfather……"hepausedunexpectedly，andtheninaquerulousvoicesuddenlyshrieked："butifIhearthatyouhavenotbehavedlikeasonofNicholasBolkonski，Ishallbeashamed！"
　　"Youneednothavesaidthattome，Father，"saidthesonwithasmile。
　　Theoldmanwassilent。
　　"Ialsowantedtoaskyou，"continuedPrinceAndrew，"ifI’mkilledandifIhaveason，donotlethimbetakenawayfromyou—
　　asIsaidyesterday……lethimgrowupwithyou……Please。"
　　"Notletthewifehavehim？"saidtheoldman，andlaughed。
　　Theystoodsilent，facingoneanother。Theoldman’ssharpeyeswerefixedstraightonhisson’s。Somethingtwitchedinthelowerpartoftheoldprince’sface。
　　"We’vesaidgood—by。Go！"hesuddenlyshoutedinaloud，angryvoice，openinghisdoor。
　　"Whatisit？What？"askedbothprincesseswhentheysawforamomentatthedoorPrinceAndrewandthefigureoftheoldmaninawhitedressinggown，spectacledandwigless，shoutinginanangryvoice。
　　PrinceAndrewsighedandmadenoreply。
　　"Well！"hesaid，turningtohiswife。
　　Andthis"Well！"soundedcoldlyironic，asifheweresaying，：
　　"Nowgothroughyourperformance。"
　　"Andrew，already！"saidthelittleprincess，turningpaleandlookingwithdismayatherhusband。
　　Heembracedher。Shescreamedandfellunconsciousonhisshoulder。
　　Hecautiouslyreleasedtheshouldersheleanedon，lookedintoherface，andcarefullyplacedherinaneasychair。
　　"Adieu，Mary，"saidhegentlytohissister，takingherbythehandandkissingher，andthenhelefttheroomwithrapidsteps。
　　Thelittleprincesslayinthearmchair，MademoiselleBouriennechafinghertemples。PrincessMary，supportinghersister—in—law，stilllookedwithherbeautifuleyesfulloftearsatthedoorthroughwhichPrinceAndrewhadgoneandmadethesignofthecrossinhisdirection。Fromthestudy，likepistolshots，camethefrequentsoundoftheoldmanangrilyblowinghisnose。HardlyhadPrinceAndrewgonewhenthestudydooropenedquicklyandthesternfigureoftheoldmaninthewhitedressinggownlookedout。
　　"Gone？That’sallright！"saidhe；andlookingangrilyattheunconsciouslittleprincess，heshookhisheadreprovinglyandslammedthedoor。
　　BOOKTWO：1805
　　CHAPTERI
　　InOctober，1805，aRussianarmywasoccupyingthevillagesandtownsoftheArchduchyofAustria，andyetotherregimentsfreshlyarrivingfromRussiaweresettlingnearthefortressofBraunauandburdeningtheinhabitantsonwhomtheywerequartered。Braunauwastheheadquartersofthecommander—in—chief，Kutuzov。
　　OnOctober11，1805，oneoftheinfantryregimentsthathadjustreachedBraunauhadhaltedhalfamilefromthetown，waitingtobeinspectedbythecommanderinchief。Despitetheun—Russianappearanceofthelocalityandsurroundings—fruitgardens，stonefences，tiledroofs，andhillsinthedistance—anddespitethefactthattheinhabitantswhogazedwithcuriosityatthesoldierswerenotRussians，theregimenthadjusttheappearanceofanyRussianregimentpreparingforaninspectionanywhereintheheartofRussia。
　　Ontheeveningofthelastday’smarchanorderhadbeenreceivedthatthecommanderinchiefwouldinspecttheregimentonthemarch。
　　Thoughthewordsoftheorderwerenotcleartotheregimentalcommander，andthequestionarosewhetherthetroopsweretobeinmarchingorderornot，itwasdecidedataconsultationbetweenthebattalioncommanderstopresenttheregimentinparadeorder，ontheprinciplethatitisalwaysbetterto"bowtoolowthannotbowlowenough。"Sothesoldiers，afteratwenty—milemarch，werekeptmendingandcleaningallnightlongwithoutclosingtheireyes，whiletheadjutantsandcompanycommanderscalculatedandreckoned，andbymorningtheregiment—insteadofthestraggling，disorderlycrowdithadbeenonitslastmarchthedaybefore—presentedawell—orderedarrayoftwothousandmeneachofwhomknewhisplaceandhisduty，hadeverybuttonandeverystrapinplace，andshonewithcleanliness。
　　Andnotonlyexternallywasallinorder，buthaditpleasedthecommanderinchieftolookundertheuniformshewouldhavefoundoneverymanacleanshirt，andineveryknapsacktheappointednumberofarticles，"awl，soap，andall，"asthesoldierssay。Therewasonlyonecircumstanceconcerningwhichnoonecouldbeatease。Itwasthestateofthesoldiers’boots。Morethanhalfthemen’sbootswereinholes。Butthisdefectwasnotduetoanyfaultoftheregimentalcommander，forinspiteofrepeateddemandsbootshadnotbeenissuedbytheAustriancommissariat，andtheregimenthadmarchedsomesevenhundredmiles。
　　Thecommanderoftheregimentwasanelderly，choleric，stout，andthick—setgeneralwithgrizzledeyebrowsandwhiskers，andwiderfromchesttobackthanacrosstheshoulders。Hehadonabrand—newuniformshowingthecreaseswhereithadbeenfoldedandthickgoldepauletteswhichseemedtostandratherthanliedownonhismassiveshoulders。Hehadtheairofamanhappilyperformingoneofthemostsolemndutiesofhislife。Hewalkedaboutinfrontofthelineandateverysteppulledhimselfup，slightlyarchinghisback。Itwasplainthatthecommanderadmiredhisregiment，rejoicedinit，andthathiswholemindwasengrossedbyit，yethisstrutseemedtoindicatethat，besidesmilitarymatters，socialinterestsandthefairsexoccupiednosmallpartofhisthoughts。
　　"Well，MichaelMitrich，sir？"hesaid，addressingoneofthebattalioncommanderswhosmilinglypressedforwarditwasplainthattheybothfelthappy。"Wehadourhandsfulllastnight。
　　However，Ithinktheregimentisnotabadone，eh？"
　　Thebattalioncommanderperceivedthejovialironyandlaughed。
　　"ItwouldnotbeturnedoffthefieldevenontheTsaritsinMeadow。"
　　"What？"askedthecommander。
　　Atthatmoment，ontheroadfromthetownonwhichsignalershadbeenposted，twomenappearedonhorseback。Theywereanaide—decampfollowedbyaCossack。
　　Theaide—de—campwassenttoconfirmtheorderwhichhadnotbeenclearlywordedthedaybefore，namely，thatthecommanderinchiefwishedtoseetheregimentjustinthestateinwhichithadbeenonthemarch：intheirgreatcoats，andpacks，andwithoutanypreparationwhatever。
　　AmemberoftheHofkriegsrathfromViennahadcometoKutuzovthedaybeforewithproposalsanddemandsforhimtojoinupwiththearmyoftheArchdukeFerdinandandMack，andKutuzov，notconsideringthisjunctionadvisable，meant，amongotherargumentsinsupportofhisview，toshowtheAustriangeneralthewretchedstateinwhichthetroopsarrivedfromRussia。Withthisobjectheintendedtomeettheregiment；sotheworsetheconditionitwasin，thebetterpleasedthecommanderinchiefwouldbe。Thoughtheaide—de—campdidnotknowthesecircumstances，heneverthelessdeliveredthedefiniteorderthatthemenshouldbeintheirgreatcoatsandinmarchingorder，andthatthecommanderinchiefwouldotherwisebedissatisfied。Onhearingthistheregimentalcommanderhunghishead，silentlyshruggedhisshoulders，andspreadouthisarmswithacholericgesture。
　　"Afinemesswe’vemadeofit！"heremarked。
　　"Therenow！Didn’tItellyou，MichaelMitrich，thatifitwassaid’onthemarch’itmeantingreatcoats？"saidhereproachfullytothebattalioncommander。"Oh，myGod！"headded，steppingresolutelyforward。"Companycommanders！"heshoutedinavoiceaccustomedtocommand。"Sergeantsmajor！……Howsoonwillhebehere？"
　　heaskedtheaide—de—campwitharespectfulpolitenessevidentlyrelatingtothepersonagehewasreferringto。
　　"Inanhour’stime，Ishouldsay。"
　　"Shallwehavetimetochangeclothes？"
　　"Idon’tknow，General……"
　　Theregimentalcommander，goinguptothelinehimself，orderedthesoldierstochangeintotheirgreatcoats。Thecompanycommandersranofftotheircompanies，thesergeantsmajorbeganbustlingthegreatcoatswerenotinverygoodcondition，andinstantlythesquaresthathaduptothenbeeninregularorderandsilentbegantoswayandstretchandhumwithvoices。Onallsidessoldierswererunningtoandfro，throwinguptheirknapsackswithajerkoftheirshouldersandpullingthestrapsovertheirheads，unstrappingtheirovercoatsanddrawingthesleevesonwithupraisedarms。
　　Inhalfanhourallwasagaininorder，onlythesquareshadbecomegrayinsteadofblack。Theregimentalcommanderwalkedwithhisjerkystepstothefrontoftheregimentandexamineditfromadistance。
　　"Whateveristhis？This！"heshoutedandstoodstill。"Commanderofthethirdcompany！"
　　"Commanderofthethirdcompanywantedbythegeneral！……
　　commandertothegeneral……thirdcompanytothecommander。"Thewordspassedalongthelinesandanadjutantrantolookforthemissingofficer。
　　Whentheeagerbutmisrepeatedwordshadreachedtheirdestinationinacryof："Thegeneraltothethirdcompany，"themissingofficerappearedfrombehindhiscompanyand，thoughhewasamiddle—agedmanandnotinthehabitofrunning，trottedawkwardlystumblingonhistoestowardthegeneral。Thecaptain’sfaceshowedtheuneasinessofaschoolboywhoistoldtorepeatalessonhehasnotlearned。Spotsappearedonhisnose，therednessofwhichwasevidentlyduetointemperance，andhismouthtwitchednervously。Thegenerallookedthecaptainupanddownashecameuppanting，slackeninghispaceasheapproached。
　　"Youwillsoonbedressingyourmeninpetticoats！Whatisthis？"
　　shoutedtheregimentalcommander，thrustingforwardhisjawandpointingatasoldierintheranksofthethirdcompanyinagreatcoatofbluishcloth，whichcontrastedwiththeothers。"Whathaveyoubeenafter？Thecommanderinchiefisexpectedandyouleaveyourplace？
　　Eh？I’llteachyoutodressthemeninfancycoatsforaparade……
　　Eh……？"
　　Thecommanderofthecompany，withhiseyesfixedonhissuperior，pressedtwofingersmoreandmorerigidlytohiscap，asifinthispressurelayhisonlyhopeofsalvation。
　　"Well，whydon’tyouspeak？WhomhaveyougottheredressedupasaHungarian？"saidthecommanderwithanausteregibe。
　　"Yourexcellency……"
　　"Well，yourexcellency，what？Yourexcellency！Butwhataboutyourexcellency？……nobodyknows。"
　　"Yourexcellency，it’stheofficerDolokhov，whohasbeenreducedtotheranks，"saidthecaptainsoftly。
　　"Well？Hashebeendegradedintoafieldmarshal，orintoasoldier？
　　Ifasoldier，heshouldbedressedinregulationuniformliketheothers。"
　　"Yourexcellency，yougavehimleaveyourself，onthemarch。"
　　"Gavehimleave？Leave？That’sjustlikeyouyoungmen，"saidtheregimentalcommandercoolingdownalittle。"Leaveindeed……Onesaysawordtoyouandyou……What？"headdedwithrenewedirritation，"I
　　begyoutodressyourmendecently。"
　　Andthecommander，turningtolookattheadjutant，directedhisjerkystepsdowntheline。Hewasevidentlypleasedathisowndisplayofangerandwalkinguptotheregimentwishedtofindafurtherexcuseforwrath。Havingsnappedatanofficerforanunpolishedbadge，atanotherbecausehislinewasnotstraight，hereachedthethirdcompany。
　　"H—o—o—wareyoustanding？Where’syourleg？Yourleg？"shoutedthecommanderwithatoneofsufferinginhisvoice，whiletherewerestillfivemenbetweenhimandDolokhovwithhisbluish—grayuniform。
　　Dolokhovslowlystraightenedhisbentknee，lookingstraightwithhisclear，insolenteyesinthegeneral’sface。
　　"Whyabluecoat？Offwithit……Sergeantmajor！Changehiscoat……theras……"hedidnotfinish。
　　"General，Imustobeyorders，butIamnotboundtoendure……"
　　Dolokhovhurriedlyinterrupted。
　　"Notalkingintheranks！……Notalking，notalking！"
　　"Notboundtoendureinsults，"Dolokhovconcludedinloud，ringingtones。
　　Theeyesofthegeneralandthesoldiermet。Thegeneralbecamesilent，angrilypullingdownhistightscarf。
　　"Irequestyoutohavethegoodnesstochangeyourcoat，"hesaidasheturnedaway。
　　BK2CH2
　　CHAPTERII
　　"He’scoming！"shoutedthesignaleratthatmoment。
　　Theregimentalcommander，flushing，rantohishorse，seizedthestirrupwithtremblinghands，threwhisbodyacrossthesaddle，rightedhimself，drewhissaber，andwithahappyandresolutecountenance，openinghismouthawry，preparedtoshout。Theregimentflutteredlikeabirdpreeningitsplumageandbecamemotionless。
　　"Att—ention！"shoutedtheregimentalcommanderinasoul—shakingvoicewhichexpressedjoyforhimself，severityfortheregiment，andwelcomefortheapproachingchief。
　　Alongthebroadcountryroad，edgedonbothsidesbytrees，cameahigh，lightblueViennesecaleche，slightlycreakingonitsspringsanddrawnbysixhorsesatasmarttrot。BehindthecalechegallopedthesuiteandaconvoyofCroats。BesideKutuzovsatanAustriangeneral，inawhiteuniformthatlookedstrangeamongtheRussianblackones。Thecalechestoppedinfrontoftheregiment。KutuzovandtheAustriangeneralweretalkinginlowvoicesandKutuzovsmiledslightlyastreadingheavilyhesteppeddownfromthecarriagejustasifthosetwothousandmenbreathlesslygazingathimandtheregimentalcommanderdidnotexist。
　　Thewordofcommandrangout，andagaintheregimentquivered，aswithajinglingsounditpresentedarms。Thenamidstadeadsilencethefeeblevoiceofthecommanderinchiefwasheard。Theregimentroared，"Healthtoyourex……len……len……lency！"andagainallbecamesilent。AtfirstKutuzovstoodstillwhiletheregimentmoved；thenheandthegeneralinwhite，accompaniedbythesuite，walkedbetweentheranks。
　　Fromthewaytheregimentalcommandersalutedthecommanderinchiefanddevouredhimwithhiseyes，drawinghimselfupobsequiously，andfromthewayhewalkedthroughtheranksbehindthegenerals，bendingforwardandhardlyabletorestrainhisjerkymovements，andfromthewayhedartedforwardateverywordorgestureofthecommanderinchief，itwasevidentthatheperformedhisdutyasasubordinatewithevengreaterzealthanhisdutyasacommander。
　　Thankstothestrictnessandassiduityofitscommandertheregiment，incomparisonwithothersthathadreachedBraunauatthesametime，wasinsplendidcondition。Therewereonly217sickandstragglers。Everythingwasingoodorderexcepttheboots。
　　Kutuzovwalkedthroughtheranks，sometimesstoppingtosayafewfriendlywordstoofficershehadknownintheTurkishwar，sometimesalsotothesoldiers。Lookingattheirbootsheseveraltimesshookhisheadsadly，pointingthemouttotheAustriangeneralwithanexpressionwhichseemedtosaythathewasnotblaminganyone，butcouldnothelpnoticingwhatabadstateofthingsitwas。
　　Theregimentalcommanderranforwardoneachsuchoccasion，fearingtomissasinglewordofthecommanderinchief’sregardingtheregiment。
　　BehindKutuzov，atadistancethatallowedeverysoftlyspokenwordtobeheard，followedsometwentymenofhissuite。Thesegentlementalkedamongthemselvesandsometimeslaughed。Nearestofalltothecommanderinchiefwalkedahandsomeadjutant。ThiswasPrinceBolkonski。BesidehimwashiscomradeNesvitski，atallstaffofficer，extremelystout，withakindly，smiling，handsomefaceandmoisteyes。
　　Nesvitskicouldhardlykeepfromlaughterprovokedbyaswarthyhussarofficerwhowalkedbesidehim。Thishussar，withagravefaceandwithoutasmileorachangeintheexpressionofhisfixedeyes，watchedtheregimentalcommander’sbackandmimickedhiseverymovement。Eachtimethecommanderstartedandbentforward，thehussarstartedandbentforwardinexactlythesamemanner。Nesvitskilaughedandnudgedtheotherstomakethemlookatthewag。
　　Kutuzovwalkedslowlyandlanguidlypastthousandsofeyeswhichwerestartingfromtheirsocketstowatchtheirchief。Onreachingthethirdcompanyhesuddenlystopped。Hissuite，nothavingexpectedthis，involuntarilycameclosertohim。
　　"Ah，Timokhin！"saidhe，recognizingthered—nosedcaptainwhohadbeenreprimandedonaccountofthebluegreatcoat。
　　OnewouldhavethoughtitimpossibleforamantostretchhimselfmorethanTimokhinhaddonewhenhewasreprimandedbytheregimentalcommander，butnowthatthecommanderinchiefaddressedhimhedrewhimselfuptosuchanextentthatitseemedhecouldnothavesustainedithadthecommanderinchiefcontinuedtolookathim，andsoKutuzov，whoevidentlyunderstoodhiscaseandwishedhimnothingbutgood，quicklyturnedaway，ascarcelyperceptiblesmileflittingoverhisscarredandpuffyface。
　　"AnotherIsmailcomrade，"saidhe。"Abraveofficer！Areyousatisfiedwithhim？"heaskedtheregimentalcommander。
　　Andthelatter—unconsciousthathewasbeingreflectedinthehussarofficerasinalookingglass—started，movedforward，andanswered："Highlysatisfied，yourexcellency！"
　　"Weallhaveourweaknesses，"saidKutuzovsmilingandwalkingawayfromhim。"HeusedtohaveapredilectionforBacchus。"
　　Theregimentalcommanderwasafraidhemightbeblamedforthisanddidnotanswer。Thehussaratthatmomentnoticedthefaceofthered—nosedcaptainandhisdrawn—instomach，andmimickedhisexpressionandposewithsuchexactitudethatNesvitskicouldnothelplaughing。Kutuzovturnedround。Theofficerevidentlyhadcompletecontrolofhisface，andwhileKutuzovwasturningmanagedtomakeagrimaceandthenassumeamostserious，deferential，andinnocentexpression。
　　Thethirdcompanywasthelast，andKutuzovpondered，apparentlytryingtorecollectsomething。PrinceAndrewsteppedforwardfromamongthesuiteandsaidinFrench：
　　"YoutoldmetoremindyouoftheofficerDolokhov，reducedtotheranksinthisregiment。"
　　"WhereisDolokhov？"askedKutuzov。
　　Dolokhov，whohadalreadychangedintoasoldier’sgraygreatcoat，didnotwaittobecalled。Theshapelyfigureofthefair—hairedsoldier，withhisclearblueeyes，steppedforwardfromtheranks，wentuptothecommanderinchief，andpresentedarms。
　　"Haveyouacomplainttomake？"Kutuzovaskedwithaslightfrown。
　　"ThisisDolokhov，"saidPrinceAndrew。
　　"Ah！"saidKutuzov。"Ihopethiswillbealessontoyou。Doyourduty。TheEmperorisgracious，andIshan’tforgetyouifyoudeservewell。"
　　Theclearblueeyeslookedatthecommanderinchiefjustasboldlyastheyhadlookedattheregimentalcommander，seemingbytheirexpressiontotearopentheveilofconventionthatseparatesacommanderinchiefsowidelyfromaprivate。
　　"OnethingIaskofyourexcellency，"Dolokhovsaidinhisfirm，ringing，deliberatevoice。"IaskanopportunitytoatoneformyfaultandprovemydevotiontoHisMajestytheEmperorandtoRussia！"
　　Kutuzovturnedaway。ThesamesmileoftheeyeswithwhichhehadturnedfromCaptainTimokhinagainflittedoverhisface。HeturnedawaywithagrimaceasiftosaythateverythingDolokhovhadsaidtohimandeverythinghecouldsayhadlongbeenknowntohim，thathewaswearyofitanditwasnotatallwhathewanted。Heturnedawayandwenttothecarriage。
　　Theregimentbrokeupintocompanies，whichwenttotheirappointedquartersnearBraunau，wheretheyhopedtoreceivebootsandclothesandtorestaftertheirhardmarches。
　　"Youwon’tbearmeagrudge，ProkhorIgnatych？"saidtheregimentalcommander，overtakingthethirdcompanyonitswaytoitsquartersandridinguptoCaptainTimokhinwhowaswalkinginfront。
　　Theregimentalcommander’sfacenowthattheinspectionwashappilyoverbeamedwithirrepressibledelight。"It’sintheEmperor’sservice……itcan’tbehelped……oneissometimesabithastyonparade……Iamthefirsttoapologize，youknowme！……Hewasverypleased！"Andheheldouthishandtothecaptain。
　　"Don’tmentionit，General，asifI’dbesobold！"repliedthecaptain，hisnosegrowingredderashegaveasmilewhichshowedwheretwofrontteethweremissingthathadbeenknockedoutbythebuttendofagunatIsmail。
　　"AndtellMr。DolokhovthatIwon’tforgethim—hemaybequiteeasy。Andtellme，please—I’vebeenmeaningtoask—howistoask—
　　howishebehavinghimself，andingeneral……"
　　"Asfarastheservicegoesheisquitepunctilious，yourexcellency；buthischaracter……"saidTimokhin。
　　"Andwhatabouthischaracter？"askedtheregimentalcommander。
　　"It’sdifferentondifferentdays，"answeredthecaptain。"Onedayheissensible，welleducated，andgood—natured，andthenexthe’sawildbeast……InPoland，ifyouplease，henearlykilledaJew。"
　　"Oh，well，well！"remarkedtheregimentalcommander。"Still，onemusthavepityonayoungmaninmisfortune。Youknowhehasimportantconnections……Well，then，youjust……"
　　"Iwill，yourexcellency，"saidTimokhin，showingbyhissmilethatheunderstoodhiscommander’swish。
　　"Well，ofcourse，ofcourse！"
　　TheregimentalcommandersoughtoutDolokhovintheranksand，reininginhishorse，saidtohim：
　　"Afterthenextaffair……epaulettes。"
　　Dolokhovlookedroundbutdidnotsayanything，nordidthemockingsmileonhislipschange。
　　"Well，that’sallright，"continuedtheregimentalcommander。"Acupofvodkaforthemenfromme，"headdedsothatthesoldierscouldhear。"Ithankyouall！Godbepraised！"andherodepastthatcompanyandovertookthenextone。
　　"Well，he’sreallyagoodfellow，onecanserveunderhim，"saidTimokhintothesubalternbesidehim。
　　"Inaword，aheartyone……"saidthesubaltern，laughingtheregimentalcommanderwasnicknamedKingofHearts。
　　Thecheerfulmoodoftheirofficersaftertheinspectioninfectedthesoldiers。Thecompanymarchedongaily。Thesoldiers’voicescouldbeheardoneveryside。
　　"AndtheysaidKutuzovwasblindofoneeye？"
　　"Andsoheis！Quiteblind！"
　　"No，friend，heissharper—eyedthanyouare。Bootsandlegbands……
　　henoticedeverything……"
　　"Whenhelookedatmyfeet，friend……well，thinksI……"
　　"Andthatotheronewithhim，theAustrian，lookedasifheweresmearedwithchalk—aswhiteasflour！Isupposetheypolishhimupastheydotheguns。"
　　"Isay，Fedeshon！……Didhesaywhenthebattlesaretobegin？Youwerenearhim。EverybodysaidthatBuonapartehimselfwasatBraunau。"
　　"Buonapartehimself！……Justlistentothefool，whathedoesn’tknow！ThePrussiansareupinarmsnow。TheAustrians，yousee，areputtingthemdown。Whenthey’vebeenputdown，thewarwithBuonapartewillbegin。AndhesaysBuonaparteisinBraunau！Showsyou’reafool。
　　You’dbetterlistenmorecarefully！"
　　"Whatdevilsthesequartermastersare！See，thefifthcompanyisturningintothevillagealready……theywillhavetheirbuckwheatcookedbeforewereachourquarters。"
　　"Givemeabiscuit，youdevil！"
　　"Anddidyougivemetobaccoyesterday？That’sjustit，friend！
　　Ah，well，nevermind，hereyouare。"
　　"Theymightcallahalthereorwe’llhavetodoanotherfourmileswithouteating。"
　　"Wasn’titfinewhenthoseGermansgaveuslifts！Youjustsitstillandaredrawnalong。"
　　"Andhere，friend，thepeoplearequitebeggarly。TheretheyallseemedtobePoles—allundertheRussiancrown—butherethey’reallregularGermans。"
　　"Singerstothefront"camethecaptain’sorder。
　　Andfromthedifferentrankssometwentymenrantothefront。A
　　drummer，theirleader，turnedroundfacingthesingers，andflourishinghisarm，beganalong—drawn—outsoldiers’song，commencingwiththewords："Morningdawned，thesunwasrising，"andconcluding："Onthen，brothers，ontoglory，ledbyFatherKamenski。"ThissonghadbeencomposedintheTurkishcampaignandnowbeingsunginAustria，theonlychangebeingthatthewords"FatherKamenski"werereplacedby"FatherKutuzov。"
　　Havingjerkedouttheselastwordsassoldiersdoandwavedhisarmsasifflingingsomethingtotheground，thedrummer—alean，handsomesoldierofforty—lookedsternlyatthesingersandscreweduphiseyes。Thenhavingsatisfiedhimselfthatalleyeswerefixedonhim，heraisedbotharmsasifcarefullyliftingsomeinvisiblebutpreciousobjectabovehisheadand，holdingitthereforsomeseconds，suddenlyflungitdownandbegan：
　　"Oh，mybower，oh，mybower……！"
　　"Oh，mybowernew……！"chimedintwentyvoices，andthecastanetplayer，inspiteoftheburdenofhisequipment，rushedouttothefrontand，walkingbackwardsbeforethecompany，jerkedhisshouldersandflourishedhiscastanetsasifthreateningsomeone。
　　Thesoldiers，swingingtheirarmsandkeepingtimespontaneously，marchedwithlongsteps。Behindthecompanythesoundofwheels，thecreakingofsprings，andthetrampofhorses’hoofswereheard。
　　Kutuzovandhissuitewerereturningtothetown。Thecommanderinchiefmadeasignthatthemenshouldcontinuetomarchatease，andheandallhissuiteshowedpleasureatthesoundofthesingingandthesightofthedancingsoldierandthegayandsmartlymarchingmen。
　　Inthesecondfilefromtherightflank，besidewhichthecarriagepassedthecompany，ablue—eyedsoldierinvoluntarilyattractednotice。ItwasDolokhovmarchingwithparticulargraceandboldnessintimetothesongandlookingatthosedrivingpastasifhepitiedallwhowerenotatthatmomentmarchingwiththecompany。ThehussarcornetofKutuzov’ssuitewhohadmimickedtheregimentalcommander，fellbackfromthecarriageandrodeuptoDolokhov。
　　HussarcornetZherkovhadatonetime，inPetersburg，belongedtothewildsetledbyDolokhov。ZherkovhadmetDolokhovabroadasaprivateandhadnotseenfittorecognizehim。ButnowthatKutuzovhadspokentothegentlemanranker，headdressedhimwiththecordialityofanoldfriend。
　　"Mydearfellow，howareyou？"saidhethroughthesinging，makinghishorsekeeppacewiththecompany。
　　"HowamI？"Dolokhovansweredcoldly。"Iamasyousee。"
　　ThelivelysonggaveaspecialflavortothetoneoffreeandeasygaietywithwhichZherkovspoke，andtotheintentionalcoldnessofDolokhov’sreply。
　　"Andhowdoyougetonwiththeofficers？"inquiredZherkov。
　　"Allright。Theyaregoodfellows。Andhowhaveyouwriggledontothestaff？"
　　"Iwasattached；I’monduty。"
　　Bothweresilent。
　　"Sheletthehawkflyupwardfromherwiderightsleeve，"wentthesong，arousinganinvoluntarysensationofcourageandcheerfulness。
　　Theirconversationwouldprobablyhavebeendifferentbutfortheeffectofthatsong。
　　"IsittruethatAustrianshavebeenbeaten？"askedDolokhov。
　　"Thedevilonlyknows！Theysayso。"
　　"I’mglad，"answeredDolokhovbrieflyandclearly，asthesongdemanded。
　　"Isay，comeroundsomeeveningandwe’llhaveagameoffaro！"saidZherkov。
　　"Why，haveyoutoomuchmoney？"
　　"Docome。"
　　"Ican’t。I’veswornnotto。Iwon’tdrinkandwon’tplaytillIgetreinstated。"
　　"Well，that’sonlytillthefirstengagement。"
　　"Weshallsee。"
　　Theywereagainsilent。
　　"Comeifyouneedanything。Onecanatleastbeofuseonthestaff……"
　　Dolokhovsmiled。"Don’ttrouble。IfIwantanything，Iwon’tbeg—
　　I’lltakeit！"
　　"Well，nevermind；Ionly……"
　　"AndIonly……"
　　"Good—by。"
　　"Goodhealth……"
　　"It’salong，longway。
　　Tomynativeland……"
　　Zherkovtouchedhishorsewiththespurs；itprancedexcitedlyfromfoottofootuncertainwithwhichtostart，thensettleddown，gallopedpastthecompany，andovertookthecarriage，stillkeepingtimetothesong。
　　BK2CH3
　　CHAPTERIII
　　Onreturningfromthereview，KutuzovtooktheAustriangeneralintohisprivateroomand，callinghisadjutant，askedforsomepapersrelatingtotheconditionofthetroopsontheirarrival，andthelettersthathadcomefromtheArchdukeFerdinand，whowasincommandoftheadvancedarmy。PrinceAndrewBolkonskicameintotheroomwiththerequiredpapers。KutuzovandtheAustrianmemberoftheHofkriegsrathweresittingatthetableonwhichaplanwasspreadout。
　　"Ah！……"saidKutuzovglancingatBolkonskiasifbythisexclamationhewasaskingtheadjutanttowait，andhewentonwiththeconversationinFrench。
　　"AllIcansay，General，"saidhewithapleasanteleganceofexpressionandintonationthatobligedonetolistentoeachdeliberatelyspokenword。ItwasevidentthatKutuzovhimselflistenedwithpleasuretohisownvoice。"AllIcansay，General，isthatifthematterdependedonmypersonalwishes，thewillofHisMajestytheEmperorFranciswouldhavebeenfulfilledlongago。Ishouldlongagohavejoinedthearchduke。Andbelievemeonmyhonourthattomepersonallyitwouldbeapleasuretohandoverthesupremecommandofthearmyintothehandsofabetterinformedandmoreskillfulgeneral—ofwhomAustriahassomany—andtolaydownallthisheavyresponsibility。Butcircumstancesaresometimestoostrongforus，General。"
　　AndKutuzovsmiledinawaythatseemedtosay，"YouarequiteatlibertynottobelievemeandIdon’tevencarewhetheryoudoornot，butyouhavenogroundsfortellingmeso。Andthatisthewholepoint。"
　　TheAustriangenerallookeddissatisfied，buthadnooptionbuttoreplyinthesametone。
　　"Onthecontrary，"hesaid，inaquerulousandangrytonethatcontrastedwithhisflatteringwords，"onthecontrary，yourexcellency’sparticipationinthecommonactionishighlyvaluedbyHisMajesty；butwethinkthepresentdelayisdeprivingthesplendidRussiantroopsandtheircommanderofthelaurelstheyhavebeenaccustomedtowinintheirbattles，"heconcludedhisevidentlyprearrangedsentence。
　　Kutuzovbowedwiththesamesmile。
　　"Butthatismyconviction，andjudgingbythelastletterwithwhichHisHighnesstheArchdukeFerdinandhashonoredme，IimaginethattheAustriantroops，underthedirectionofsoskillfulaleaderasGeneralMack，havebynowalreadygainedadecisivevictoryandnolongerneedouraid，"saidKutuzov。
　　Thegeneralfrowned。ThoughtherewasnodefinitenewsofanAustriandefeat，thereweremanycircumstancesconfirmingtheunfavorablerumorsthatwereafloat，andsoKutuzov’ssuggestionofanAustrianvictorysoundedmuchlikeirony。ButKutuzovwentonblandlysmilingwiththesameexpression，whichseemedtosaythathehadarighttosupposeso。And，infact，thelastletterhehadreceivedfromMack’sarmyinformedhimofavictoryandstatedstrategicallythepositionofthearmywasveryfavorable。
　　"Givemethatletter，"saidKutuzovturningtoPrinceAndrew。
　　"Pleasehavealookatit"—andKutuzovwithanironicalsmileaboutthecornersofhismouthreadtotheAustriangeneralthefollowingpassage，inGerman，fromtheArchdukeFerdinand’sletter：
　　WehavefullyconcentratedforcesofnearlyseventythousandmenwithwhichtoattackanddefeattheenemyshouldhecrosstheLech。
　　Also，aswearemastersofUlm，wecannotbedeprivedoftheadvantageofcommandingbothsidesoftheDanube，sothatshouldtheenemynotcrosstheLech，wecancrosstheDanube，throwourselvesonhislineofcommunications，recrosstheriverlowerdown，andfrustratehisintentionshouldhetrytodirecthiswholeforceagainstourfaithfulally。WeshallthereforeconfidentlyawaitthemomentwhentheImperialRussianarmywillbefullyequipped，andshallthen，inconjunctionwithit，easilyfindawaytopreparefortheenemythefatehedeserves。
　　KutuzovsigheddeeplyonfinishingthisparagraphandlookedatthememberoftheHofkriegsrathmildlyandattentively。
　　"Butyouknowthewisemaximyourexcellency，advisingonetoexpecttheworst，"saidtheAustriangeneral，evidentlywishingtohavedonewithjestsandtocometobusiness。Heinvoluntarilylookedroundattheaide—de—camp。
　　"Excuseme，General，"interruptedKutuzov，alsoturningtoPrinceAndrew。"Lookhere，mydearfellow，getfromKozlovskiallthereportsfromourscouts。HerearetwolettersfromCountNostitzandhereisonefromHisHighnesstheArchdukeFerdinandandherearethese，"hesaid，handinghimseveralpapers，"makeaneatmemoranduminFrenchoutofallthis，showingallthenewswehavehadofthemovementsoftheAustrianarmy，andthengiveittohisexcellency。"
　　PrinceAndrewbowedhisheadintokenofhavingunderstoodfromthefirstnotonlywhathadbeensaidbutalsowhatKutuzovwouldhavelikedtotellhim。Hegatheredupthepapersandwithabowtoboth，steppedsoftlyoverthecarpetandwentoutintothewaitingroom。
　　ThoughnotmuchtimehadpassedsincePrinceAndrewhadleftRussia，hehadchangedgreatlyduringthatperiod。Intheexpressionofhisface，inhismovements，inhiswalk，scarcelyatracewasleftofhisformeraffectedlanguorandindolence。Henowlookedlikeamanwhohastimetothinkoftheimpressionhemakesonothers，butisoccupiedwithagreeableandinterestingwork。Hisfaceexpressedmoresatisfactionwithhimselfandthosearoundhim，hissmileandglancewerebrighterandmoreattractive。
　　Kutuzov，whomhehadovertakeninPoland，hadreceivedhimverykindly，promisednottoforgethim，distinguishedhimabovetheotheradjutants，andhadtakenhimtoViennaandgivenhimthemoreseriouscommissions。FromViennaKutuzovwrotetohisoldcomrade，PrinceAndrew’sfather。
　　Yoursonbidsfairtobecomeanofficerdistinguishedbyhisindustry，firmness，andexpedition。Iconsidermyselffortunatetohavesuchasubordinatebyme。
　　OnKutuzov’sstaff，amonghisfellowofficersandinthearmygenerally，PrinceAndrewhad，ashehadhadinPetersburgsociety，twoquiteoppositereputations。Some，aminority，acknowledgedhimtobedifferentfromthemselvesandfromeveryoneelse，expectedgreatthingsofhim，listenedtohim，admired，andimitatedhim，andwiththemPrinceAndrewwasnaturalandpleasant。Others，themajority，dislikedhimandconsideredhimconceited，cold，anddisagreeable。ButamongthesepeoplePrinceAndrewknewhowtotakehisstandsothattheyrespectedandevenfearedhim。
　　ComingoutofKutuzov’sroomintothewaitingroomwiththepapersinhishandPrinceAndrewcameuptohiscomrade，theaide—de—camponduty，Kozlovski，whowassittingatthewindowwithabook。
　　"Well，Prince？"askedKozlovski。
　　"Iamorderedtowriteamemorandumexplainingwhywearenotadvancing。"
　　"Andwhyisit？"
　　PrinceAndrewshruggedhisshoulders。
　　"AnynewsfromMack？"
　　"No。"
　　"Ifitweretruethathehasbeenbeaten，newswouldhavecome。"
　　"Probably，"saidPrinceAndrewmovingtowardtheouterdoor。
　　ButatthatinstantatallAustriangeneralinagreatcoat，withtheorderofMariaTheresaonhisneckandablackbandageroundhishead，whohadevidentlyjustarrived，enteredquickly，slammingthedoor。
　　PrinceAndrewstoppedshort。
　　"CommanderinChiefKutuzov？"saidthenewlyarrivedgeneralspeakingquicklywithaharshGermanaccent，lookingtobothsidesandadvancingstraighttowardtheinnerdoor。
　　"Thecommanderinchiefisengaged，"saidKozlovski，goinghurriedlyuptotheunknowngeneralandblockinghiswaytothedoor。"WhomshallIannounce？"
　　TheunknowngenerallookeddisdainfullydownatKozlovski，whowasrathershort，asifsurprisedthatanyoneshouldnotknowhim。
　　"Thecommanderinchiefisengaged，"repeatedKozlovskicalmly。
　　Thegeneral’sfaceclouded，hislipsquiveredandtrembled。Hetookoutanotebook，hurriedlyscribbledsomethinginpencil，toreouttheleaf，gaveittoKozlovski，steppedquicklytothewindow，andthrewhimselfintoachair，gazingatthoseintheroomasifasking，"Whydotheylookatme？"Thenheliftedhishead，stretchedhisneckasifheintendedtosaysomething，butimmediately，withaffectedindifference，begantohumtohimself，producingaqueersoundwhichimmediatelybrokeoff。ThedooroftheprivateroomopenedandKutuzovappearedinthedoorway。Thegeneralwiththebandagedheadbentforwardasthoughrunningawayfromsomedanger，and，makinglong，quickstrideswithhisthinlegs，wentuptoKutuzov。
　　"VousvoyezlemalheureuxMack，"heutteredinabrokenvoice。
　　Kutuzov’sfaceashestoodintheopendoorwayremainedperfectlyimmobileforafewmoments。Thenwrinklesranoverhisfacelikeawaveandhisforeheadbecamesmoothagain，hebowedhisheadrespectfully，closedhiseyes，silentlyletMackenterhisroombeforehim，andclosedthedoorhimselfbehindhim。
　　ThereportwhichhadbeencirculatedthattheAustrianshadbeenbeatenandthatthewholearmyhadsurrenderedatUlmprovedtobecorrect。WithinhalfanhouradjutantshadbeensentinvariousdirectionswithorderswhichshowedthattheRussiantroops，whohadhithertobeeninactive，wouldalsosoonhavetomeettheenemy。
　　PrinceAndrewwasoneofthoserarestaffofficerswhosechiefinterestlayinthegeneralprogressofthewar。WhenhesawMackandheardthedetailsofhisdisasterheunderstoodthathalfthecampaignwaslost，understoodallthedifficultiesoftheRussianarmy’sposition，andvividlyimaginedwhatawaiteditandtheparthewouldhavetoplay。InvoluntarilyhefeltajoyfulagitationatthethoughtofthehumiliationofarrogantAustriaandthatinaweek’stimehemight，perhaps，seeandtakepartinthefirstRussianencounterwiththeFrenchsinceSuvorovmetthem。HefearedthatBonaparte’sgeniusmightoutweighallthecourageoftheRussiantroops，andatthesametimecouldnotadmittheideaofhisherobeingdisgraced。
　　ExcitedandirritatedbythesethoughtsPrinceAndrewwenttowardhisroomtowritetohisfather，towhomhewroteeveryday。InthecorridorhemetNesvitski，withwhomhesharedaroom，andthewagZherkov；theywereasusuallaughing。
　　"Whyareyousoglum？"askedNesvitskinoticingPrinceAndrew’spalefaceandglitteringeyes。
　　"There’snothingtobegayabout，"answeredBolkonski。
　　JustasPrinceAndrewmetNesvitskiandZherkov，therecametowardthemfromtheotherendofthecorridor，Strauch，anAustriangeneralwhoonKutuzov’sstaffinchargeoftheprovisioningoftheRussianarmy，andthememberoftheHofkriegsrathwhohadarrivedthepreviousevening。Therewasroomenoughinthewidecorridorforthegeneralstopassthethreeofficersquiteeasily，butZherkov，pushingNesvitskiasidewithhisarm，saidinabreathlessvoice，"They’recoming！……they’recoming！……Standaside，makeway，pleasemakeway！"
　　Thegeneralswerepassingby，lookingasiftheywishedtoavoidembarrassingattentions。OnthefaceofthewagZherkovtheresuddenlyappearedastupidsmileofgleewhichheseemedunabletosuppress。
　　"Yourexcellency，"saidheinGerman，steppingforwardandaddressingtheAustriangeneral，"Ihavethehonortocongratulateyou。"
　　Hebowedhisheadandscrapedfirstwithonefootandthenwiththeother，awkwardly，likeachildatadancinglesson。
　　ThememberoftheHofkriegsrathlookedathimseverelybut，seeingtheseriousnessofhisstupidsmile，couldnotbutgivehimamoment’sattention。Hescreweduphiseyesshowingthathewaslistening。
　　"Ihavethehonortocongratulateyou。GeneralMackhasarrived，quitewell，onlyalittlebruisedjusthere，"headded，pointingwithabeamingsmiletohishead。
　　Thegeneralfrowned，turnedaway，andwenton。
　　"Gott，wienaiv！"*saidheangrily，afterhehadgoneafewsteps。
　　*"GoodGod，whatsimplicity！"
　　NesvitskiwithalaughthrewhisarmsroundPrinceAndrew，butBolkonski，turningstillpaler，pushedhimawaywithanangrylookandturnedtoZherkov。ThenervousirritationarousedbytheappearanceofMack，thenewsofhisdefeat，andthethoughtofwhatlaybeforetheRussianarmyfoundventinangeratZherkov’suntimelyjest。
　　"Ifyou，sir，choosetomakeabuffoonofyourself，"hesaidsharply，withaslighttremblingofthelowerjaw，"Ican’tpreventyourdoingso；butIwarnyouthatifyoudaretoplaythefoolinmypresence，Iwillteachyoutobehaveyourself。"
　　NesvitskiandZherkovweresosurprisedbythisoutburstthattheygazedatBolkonskisilentlywithwide—openeyes。
　　"What’sthematter？Ionlycongratulatedthem，"saidZherkov。
　　"Iamnotjestingwithyou；pleasebesilent！"criedBolkonski，andtakingNesvitski’sarmheleftZherkov，whodidnotknowwhattosay。
　　"Come，what’sthematter，oldfellow？"saidNesvitskitryingtosoothehim。
　　"What’sthematter？"exclaimedPrinceAndrewstandingstillinhisexcitement。"Don’tyouunderstandthateitherweareofficersservingourTsarandourcountry，rejoicinginthesuccessesandgrievingatthemisfortunesofourcommoncause，orwearemerelylackeyswhocarenothingfortheirmaster’sbusiness。Quarantemillehommesmassacresetl’armeedenosalliesdetruite，etvoustrouvezlalemotpourrire，"*hesaid，asifstrengtheninghisviewsbythisFrenchsentence。"C’estbienpourungarcondereincommecetindividudontvousavezfaitunami，maispaspourvous，paspourvous。*[2]Onlyahobbledehoycouldamusehimselfinthisway，"headdedinRussian—butpronouncingthewordwithaFrenchaccent—
　　havingnoticedthatZherkovcouldstillhearhim。
　　*"Fortythousandmenmassacredandthearmyofouralliesdestroyed，andyoufindthatacauseforjesting！"
　　*[2]"Itisallverywellforthatgood—for—nothingfellowofwhomyouhavemadeafriend，butnotforyou，notforyou。"
　　Hewaitedamomenttoseewhetherthecornetwouldanswer，butheturnedandwentoutofthecorridor。
　　BK2CH4
　　CHAPTERIV
　　ThePavlogradHussarswerestationedtwomilesfromBraunau。ThesquadroninwhichNicholasRostovservedasacadetwasquarteredintheGermanvillageofSalzeneck。Thebestquartersinthevillagewereassignedtocavalry—captainDenisov，thesquadroncommander，knownthroughoutthewholecavalrydivisionasVaskaDenisov。CadetRostov，eversincehehadovertakentheregimentinPoland，hadlivedwiththesquadroncommander。
　　OnOctober11，thedaywhenallwasastiratheadquartersoverthenewsofMack’sdefeat，thecamplifeoftheofficersofthissquadronwasproceedingasusual。Denisov，whohadbeenlosingatcardsallnight，hadnotyetcomehomewhenRostovrodebackearlyinthemorningfromaforagingexpedition。Rostovinhiscadetuniform，withajerktohishorse，rodeuptotheporch，swunghislegoverthesaddlewithasuppleyouthfulmovement，stoodforamomentinthestirrupasifloathetopartfromhishorse，andatlastsprangdownandcalledtohisorderly。
　　"Ah，Bondarenko，dearfriend！"saidhetothehussarwhorushedupheadlongtothehorse。"Walkhimupanddown，mydearfellow，"hecontinued，withthatgaybrotherlycordialitywhichgoodheartedyoungpeopleshowtoeveryonewhentheyarehappy。
　　"Yes，yourexcellency，"answeredtheUkrainiangaily，tossinghishead。
　　"Mind，walkhimupanddownwell！"
　　Anotherhussaralsorushedtowardthehorse，butBondarenkohadalreadythrownthereinsofthesnafflebridleoverthehorse’shead。Itwasevidentthatthecadetwasliberalwithhistipsandthatitpaidtoservehim。Rostovpattedthehorse’sneckandthenhisflank，andlingeredforamoment。
　　"Splendid！Whatahorsehewillbe！"hethoughtwithasmile，andholdinguphissaber，hisspursjingling，heranupthestepsoftheporch。Hislandlord，whoinawaistcoatandapointedcap，pitchforkinhand，wasclearingmanurefromthecowhouse，lookedout，andhisfaceimmediatelybrightenedonseeingRostov。"SchongutMorgen！SchongutMorgen！"*hesaidwinkingwithamerrysmile，evidentlypleasedtogreettheyoungman。
　　*"Averygoodmorning！Averygoodmorning！"
　　"Schonfleissig？"*saidRostovwiththesamegaybrotherlysmilewhichdidnotleavehiseagerface。"HochOestreicher！HochRussen！
　　KaiserAlexanderhoch！"*[2]saidhe，quotingwordsoftenrepeatedbytheGermanlandlord。
　　*"Busyalready？"
　　*[2]"HurrahfortheAustrians！HurrahfortheRussians！HurrahforEmperorAlexander！"
　　TheGermanlaughed，cameoutofthecowshed，pulledoffhiscap，andwavingitabovehisheadcried：
　　"UnddieganzeWelthoch！"*
　　*"Andhurrahforthewholeworld！"
　　RostovwavedhiscapabovehisheadliketheGermanandctiedlaughing，"UndvivatdieganzeWelt！"ThoughneithertheGermancleaninghiscowshednorRostovbackwithhisplatoonfromforagingforhayhadanyreasonforrejoicing，theylookedateachotherwithjoyfuldelightandbrotherlylove，waggedtheirheadsintokenoftheirmutualaffection，andpartedsmiling，theGermanreturningtohiscowshedandRostovgoingtothecottageheoccupiedwithDenisov。
　　"Whataboutyourmaster？"heaskedLavrushka，Denisov’sorderly，whomalltheregimentknewforarogue。
　　"Hasn’tbeeninsincetheevening。Musthavebeenlosing，"
　　answeredLavrushka。"Iknowbynow，ifhewinshecomesbackearlytobragaboutit，butifhestaysouttillmorningitmeanshe’slostandwillcomebackinarage。Willyouhavecoffee？"
　　"Yes，bringsome。"
　　TenminuteslaterLavrushkabroughtthecoffee。"He’scoming！"
　　saidhe。"Nowfortrouble！"RostovlookedoutofthewindowandsawDenisovcominghome。Denisovwasasmallmanwitharedface，sparklingblackeyes，andblacktousledmustacheandhair。Heworeanunfastenedcloak，widebreecheshangingdownincreases，andacrumpledshakoonthebackofhishead。Hecameuptotheporchgloomily，hanginghishead。
　　"Lavwuska！"heshoutedloudlyandangrily，"takeitoff，blockhead！"
　　"Well，Iamtakingitoff，"repliedLavrushka’svoice。
　　"Ah，you’reupalready，"saidDenisov，enteringtheroom。
　　"Longago，"answeredRostov，"Ihavealreadybeenforthehay，andhaveseenFrauleinMathilde。"
　　"Weally！AndI’vebeenlosing，bwother。Ilostyesterdaylikeadamnedfool！"criedDenisov，notpronouncinghisr’s。"Suchillluck！Suchillluck。Assoonasyouleft，itbeganandwenton。
　　Hullothere！Tea！"
　　Puckeringuphisfacethoughsmiling，andshowinghisshortstrongteeth，hebeganwithstubbyfingersofbothhandstoruffleuphisthicktangledblackhair。
　　"Andwhatdevilmademegotothatwat？"anofficernicknamed"therat"hesaid，rubbinghisforeheadandwholefacewithbothhands。"Justfancy，hedidn’tletmewinasinglecahd，notonecahd。"
　　Hetookthelightedpipethatwasofferedtohim，grippeditinhisfist，andtappeditonthefloor，makingthesparksfly，whilehecontinuedtoshout。
　　"Heletsonewinthesinglesandcollahsitassoonasonedoublesit；givesthesinglesandsnatchesthedoubles！"
　　Hescatteredtheburningtobacco，smashedthepipe，andthrewitaway。Thenheremainedsilentforawhile，andallatoncelookedcheerfullywithhisglittering，blackeyesatRostov。
　　"Ifatleastwehadsomewomenhere；butthere’snothingfohonetodobutdwink。Ifwecouldonlygettofightingsoon。Hullo，who’sthere？"hesaid，turningtothedoorasheheardatreadofheavybootsandtheclinkingofspursthatcametoastop，andarespectfulcough。
　　"Thesquadronquartermaster！"saidLavrushka。
　　Denisov’sfacepuckeredstillmore。
　　"Wetched！"hemuttered，throwingdownapursewithsomegoldinit。"Wostov，deahfellow，justseehowmuchthereisleftandshovethepurseundahthepillow，"hesaid，andwentouttothequartermaster。
　　Rostovtookthemoneyand，mechanicallyarrangingtheoldandnewcoinsinseparatepiles，begancountingthem。
　　"Ah！Telyanin！Howd’yedo？Theypluckedmelastnight，"cameDenisov’svoicefromthenextroom。
　　"Where？AtBykov’s，attherat’s……Iknewit，"repliedapipingvoice，andLieutenantTelyanin，asmallofficerofthesamesquadron，enteredtheroom。
　　Rostovthrustthepurseunderthepillowandshookthedamplittlehandwhichwasofferedhim。TelyaninforsomereasonhadbeentransferredfromtheGuardsjustbeforethiscampaign。Hebehavedverywellintheregimentbutwasnotliked；Rostovespeciallydetestedhimandwasunabletoovercomeorconcealhisgroundlessantipathytotheman。
　　"Well，youngcavalryman，howismyRookbehaving？"heasked。RookwasayounghorseTelyaninhadsoldtoRostov。
　　Thelieutenantneverlookedthemanhewasspeakingtostraightintheface；hiseyescontinuallywanderedfromoneobjecttoanother。
　　"Isawyouridingthismorning……"headded。
　　"Oh，he’sallright，agoodhorse，"answeredRostov，thoughthehorseforwhichhehadpaidsevenhundredrubbleswasnotworthhalfthatsum。"He’sbeguntogoalittlelameontheleftforeleg，"headded。
　　"Thehoof’scracked！That’snothing。I’llteachyouwhattodoandshowyouwhatkindofrivettouse。"
　　"Yes，pleasedo，"saidRostov。
　　"I’llshowyou，I’llshowyou！It’snotasecret。Andit’sahorseyou’llthankmefor。"
　　"ThenI’llhaveitbroughtround，"saidRostovwishingtoavoidTelyanin，andhewentouttogivetheorder。
　　InthepassageDenisov，withapipe，wassquattingonthethresholdfacingthequartermasterwhowasreportingtohim。OnseeingRostov，DenisovscreweduphisfaceandpointingoverhisshoulderwithhisthumbtotheroomwhereTelyaninwassitting，hefrownedandgaveashudderofdisgust。
　　"Ugh！Idon’tlikethatfellow"’hesaid，regardlessofthequartermaster’spresence。
　　Rostovshruggedhisshouldersasmuchastosay："NordoI，butwhat’sonetodo？"and，havinggivenhisorder，hereturnedtoTelyanin。
　　TelyaninwassittinginthesameindolentposeinwhichRostovhadlefthim，rubbinghissmallwhitehands。
　　"Welltherecertainlyaredisgustingpeople，"thoughtRostovasheentered。
　　"Haveyoutoldthemtobringthehorse？"askedTelyanin，gettingupandlookingcarelesslyabouthim。
　　"Ihave。"
　　"Letusgoourselves。IonlycameroundtoaskDenisovaboutyesterday’sorder。Haveyougotit，Denisov？"
　　"Notyet。Butwhereareyouoffto？"
　　"Iwanttoteachthisyoungmanhowtoshoeahorse，"saidTelyanin。
　　Theywentthroughtheporchandintothestable。Thelieutenantexplainedhowtorivetthehoofandwentawaytohisownquarters。
　　WhenRostovwentbacktherewasabottleofvodkaandasausageonthetable。Denisovwassittingtherescratchingwithhispenonasheetofpaper。HelookedgloomilyinRostov’sfaceandsaid："Iamwitingtoher。"
　　Heleanedhiselbowsonthetablewithhispeninhishandand，evidentlygladofachancetosayquickerinwordswhathewantedtowrite，toldRostovthecontentsofhisletter。
　　"Yousee，myfwiend，"hesaid，"wesleepwhenwedon’tlove。Wearechildwenofthedust……butonefallsinloveandoneisaGod，oneispua’asonthefirstdayofcweation……Who’sthatnow？Sendhimtothedevil，I’mbusy！"heshoutedtoLavrushka，whowentuptohimnotintheleastabashed。
　　"Whoshoulditbe？Youyourselftoldhimtocome。It’sthequartermasterforthemoney。"
　　Denisovfrownedandwasabouttoshoutsomereplybutstopped。
　　"Wetchedbusiness，"hemutteredtohimself。"Howmuchisleftinthepuhse？"heasked，turningtoRostov。
　　"Sevennewandthreeoldimperials。"
　　"Oh，it’swetched！Well，whatareyoustandingtherefor，yousca’cwow？Callthequahtehmasteh，"heshoutedtoLavrushka。
　　"Please，Denisov，letmelendyousome：Ihavesome，youknow，"saidRostov，blushing。
　　"Don’tlikebowwowingfrommyownfellows，Idon’t，"growledDenisov。
　　"Butifyouwon’tacceptmoneyfrommelikeacomrade，youwilloffendme。ReallyIhavesome，"Rostovrepeated。
　　"No，Itellyou。"
　　AndDenisovwenttothebedtogetthepursefromunderthepillow。
　　"Wherehaveyouputit，Wostov？"
　　"Underthelowerpillow。"
　　"It’snotthere。"
　　Denisovthrewbothpillowsonthefloor。Thepursewasnotthere。
　　"That’samiwacle。"
　　"Wait，haven’tyoudroppedit？"saidRostov，pickingupthepillowsoneatatimeandshakingthem。
　　Hepulledoffthequiltandshookit。Thepursewasnotthere。
　　"Dearme，canIhaveforgotten？No，Irememberthinkingthatyoukeptitunderyourheadlikeatreasure，"saidRostov。"Iputitjusthere。Whereisit？"heasked，turningtoLavrushka。
　　"Ihaven’tbeenintheroom。Itmustbewhereyouputit。"
　　"Butitisn’t？……"
　　"You’realwayslikethat；youthwowathingdownanywhereandforgetit。Feelinyourpockets。"
　　"No，ifIhadn’tthoughtofitbeingatreasure，"saidRostov，"butIrememberputtingitthere。"
　　Lavrushkaturnedallthebeddingover，lookedunderthebedandunderthetable，searchedeverywhere，andstoodstillinthemiddleoftheroom。DenisovsilentlywatchedLavrushka’smovements，andwhenthelatterthrewuphisarmsinsurprisesayingitwasnowheretobefoundDenisovglancedatRostov。
　　"Wostov，you’venotbeenplayingschoolboytwicks……"
　　RostovfeltDenisov’sgazefixedonhim，raisedhiseyes，andinstantlydroppedthemagain。Allthebloodwhichhadseemedcongestedsomewherebelowhisthroatrushedtohisfaceandeyes。Hecouldnotdrawbreath。
　　"Andtherehasn’tbeenanyoneintheroomexceptthelieutenantandyourselves。Itmustbeheresomewhere，"saidLavrushka。
　　"Nowthen，youdevil’spuppet，lookaliveandhuntforit！"
　　shoutedDenisov，suddenly，turningpurpleandrushingatthemanwithathreateninggesture。"Ifthepurseisn’tfoundI’llflogyou，I’llflogyouall。"
　　Rostov，hiseyesavoidingDenisov，beganbuttoninghiscoat，buckledonhissaber，andputonhiscap。
　　"Imusthavethatpurse，Itellyou，"shoutedDenisov，shakinghisorderlybytheshouldersandknockinghimagainstthewall。
　　"Denisov，lethimalone，Iknowwhohastakenit，"saidRostov，goingtowardthedoorwithoutraisinghiseyes。Denisovpaused，thoughtamoment，and，evidentlyunderstandingwhatRostovhintedat，seizedhisarm。
　　"Nonsense！"hecried，andtheveinsonhisforeheadandneckstoodoutlikecords。"Youaremad，Itellyou。Iwon’tallowit。Thepurseishere！I’llflaythisscoundwelalive，anditwillbefound。"
　　"Iknowwhohastakenit，"repeatedRostovinanunsteadyvoice，andwenttothedoor。
　　"AndItellyou，don’tyoudahetodoit！"shoutedDenisov，rushingatthecadettorestrainhim。
　　ButRostovpulledawayhisarmand，withasmuchangerasthoughDenisovwerehisworstenemy，firmlyfixedhiseyesdirectlyonhisface。
　　"Doyouunderstandwhatyou’resaying？"hesaidinatremblingvoice。"Therewasnooneelseintheroomexceptmyself。Sothatifitisnotso，then……"
　　Hecouldnotfinish，andranoutoftheroom。
　　"Ah，maythedeviltakeyouandevewybody，"werethelastwordsRostovheard。
　　RostovwenttoTelyanin’squarters。
　　"Themasterisnotin，he’sgonetoheadquarters，"saidTelyanin’sorderly。"Hassomethinghappened？"headded，surprisedatthecadet’stroubledface。
　　"No，nothing。"
　　"You’veonlyjustmissedhim，"saidtheorderly。
　　TheheadquartersweresituatedtwomilesawayfromSalzeneck，andRostov，withoutreturninghome，tookahorseandrodethere。Therewasaninninthevillagewhichtheofficersfrequented。RostovrodeuptoitandsawTelyanin’shorseattheporch。
　　Inthesecondroomoftheinnthelieutenantwassittingoveradishofsausagesandabottleofwine。
　　"Ah，you’vecomeheretoo，youngman！"hesaid，smilingandraisinghiseyebrows。
　　"Yes，"saidRostovasifitcosthimagreatdealtouttertheword；
　　andhesatdownatthenearesttable。
　　Bothweresilent。ThereweretwoGermansandaRussianofficerintheroom。Noonespokeandtheonlysoundsheardweretheclatterofknivesandthemunchingofthelieutenant。
　　WhenTelyaninhadfinishedhislunchhetookoutofhispocketadoublepurseand，drawingitsringsasidewithhissmall，white，turned—upfingers，drewoutagoldimperial，andliftinghiseyebrowsgaveittothewaiter。
　　"Pleasebequick，"hesaid。
　　Thecoinwasanewone。RostovroseandwentuptoTelyanin。
　　"Allowmetolookatyourpurse，"hesaidinalow，almostinaudible，voice。
　　Withshiftingeyesbuteyebrowsstillraised，Telyaninhandedhimthepurse。
　　"Yes，it’sanicepurse。Yes，yes，"hesaid，growingsuddenlypale，andadded，"Lookatit，youngman。"
　　Rostovtookthepurseinhishand，examineditandthemoneyinit，andlookedatTelyanin。Thelieutenantwaslookingaboutinhisusualwayandsuddenlyseemedtogrowverymerry。
　　"IfwegettoViennaI’llgetridofittherebutinthesewretchedlittletownsthere’snowheretospendit，"saidhe。"Well，letmehaveit，youngman，I’mgoing。"
　　Rostovdidnotspeak。