“Whyareyouinabluecoat？Offwithit！…Sergeant！changehiscoat…thedir…”Beforehehadtimetofinishtheword—
　　“General，Iamboundtoobeyorders，butIamnotboundtoputupwith…”Dolohovhastenedtosay。
　　“Notalkingintheranks！…Notalking，notalking！”
　　“Notboundtoputupwithinsults，”Dolohovwenton，loudlyandclearly。Theeyesofthegeneralandthesoldiermet。Thegeneralpaused，angrilypullingdownhisstiffscarf。
　　“Changeyourcoat，ifyouplease，”hesaidashewalkedaway。
　　Chapter2
　　“COMING！”thesentinelshoutedatthatmoment。Thegeneral，turningred，rantohishorse，withtremblinghandscaughtatthestirrup，swunghimselfup，settledhimselfinthesaddle，drewouthissword，andwithapleasedandresolutefaceopenedhismouthononeside，inreadinesstoshout。Theregimentflutteredallover，likeabirdpreeningitswings，andsubsidedintostillness。
　　“Silence！”roaredthegeneral，inasoul—quakingvoice，expressingatoncegladnessonhisownaccount，severityasregardstheregiment，andwelcomeasregardstheapproachingcommander—in—chief。
　　Ahigh，blueViennacoachwithseveralhorseswasdrivingatasmarttrot，rumblingonitssprings，alongthebroadunpavedhigh—road，withtreesplantedoneachsideofit。Thegeneral’ssuiteandanescortofCroatsgallopedafterthecoach。BesideKutuzovsatanAustriangeneralinawhiteuniform，thatlookedstrangeamongtheblackRussianones。Thecoachdrewuponreachingtheregiment。KutuzovandtheAustriangeneralweretalkingofsomethinginlowvoices，andKutuzovsmiledslightlyas，treadingheavily，heputhisfootonthecarriagestep，exactlyasthoughthosetwothousandmengazingbreathlesslyathimandattheirgeneral，didnotexistatall。
　　Thewordofcommandrangout，againtheregimentquiveredwithaclankingsoundasitpresentedarms。Inthedeathlysilencetheweakvoiceofthecommander—in—chiefwasaudible。Theregimentroared:“GoodhealthtoyourEx……lency……lency……lency！”Andagainallwasstill。AtfirstKutuzovstoodinonespot，whiletheregimentmoved；thenKutuzovbeganwalkingonfootamongtheranks，thewhitegeneralbesidehim，followedbyhissuite。
　　Fromthewaythatthegeneralincommandoftheregimentsalutedthecommander—in—chief，fixinghiseyesintentlyonhim，rigidlyrespectfulandobsequious，fromthewayinwhich，craningforward，hefollowedthegeneralsthroughtheranks，withaneffortrestraininghisquiveringstrut，anddartedupateverywordandeverygestureofthecommander—in—chief，—itwasevidentthatheperformedhisdutiesasasubordinatewithevengreaterzestthanhisdutiesasacommandingofficer。Thankstothestrictnessandassiduityofitscommander，theregimentwasinexcellentformascomparedwiththeothersthathadarrivedatBraunauatthesametime。Thesickandthestragglersleftbehindonlynumberedtwohundredandseventeen，andeverythingwasingoodorderexceptthesoldiers’boots。
　　Kutuzovwalkedthroughtheranks，stoppingnowandthen，andsayingafewfriendlywordstoofficershehadknownintheTurkishwar，andsometimestothesoldiers。Lookingattheirboots，heseveraltimesshookhisheaddejectedly，andpointedthemouttotheAustriangeneralwithanexpressionasmuchastosaythatheblamednooneforit，buthecouldnothelpseeingwhatabadstateofthingsitwas。Thegeneralincommandoftheregiment，oneveryoccasionsuchasthis，ranforward，afraidofmissingasinglewordthecommander—in—chiefmightutterregardingtheregiment。BehindKutuzov，atsuchadistancethateveryword，evenfeeblyarticulated，couldbeheard，followedhissuite，consistingofsometwentypersons。Thesegentlemenweretalkingamongthemselves，andsometimeslaughed。Nearestofalltothecommander—in—chiefwalkedahandsomeadjutant。ItwasPrinceBolkonsky。BesidehimwashiscomradeNesvitsky，atallstaff—officer，excessivelystout，withagood—natured，smiling，handsomeface，andmoisteyes。Nesvitskycouldhardlysuppresshismirth，whichwasexcitedbyaswarthyofficerofhussarswalkingnearhim。Thisofficer，withoutasmileorachangeintheexpressionofhisfixedeyes，wasstaringwithaseriousfaceatthecommandingofficer’sback，andmimickingeverymovementhemade。Everytimethecommandingofficerquiveredanddartedforward，theofficerofhussarsquiveredanddartedforwardinpreciselythesameway。Nesvitskylaughed，andpokedtheotherstomakethemlookatthemimic。
　　Kutuzovwalkedslowlyandlistlesslybythethousandsofeyeswhichwerealmostrollingoutoftheirsocketsintheefforttowatchhim。Onreachingthethirdcompany，hesuddenlystopped。Thesuite，notforeseeingthishalt，couldnothelppressingupclosertohim。
　　“Ah，Timohin！”saidthecommander—in—chief，recognisingthecaptainwiththerednosewhohadgotintotroubleovertheblueovercoat。
　　OnewouldhavethoughtitimpossibletostandmorerigidlyerectthanTimohinhaddonewhenthegeneralincommandoftheregimenthadmadehisremarkstohim；butattheinstantwhenthecommander—in—chiefaddressedhim，thecaptainstoodwithsucherectrigiditythatitseemedthat，werethecommander—in—chieftoremainforsometimelookingathim，thecaptaincouldhardlysustaintheordeal，andforthatreasonKutuzov，realisinghisposition，andwishinghimnothingbutgood，hurriedlyturnedaway。AscarcelyperceptiblesmilepassedoverKutuzov’spodgyface，disfiguredbythescarofawound。
　　“AnotheroldcomradeatIsmail！”hesaid。“Agallantofficer！Areyousatisfiedwithhim？”Kutuzovaskedofthegeneralincommand。
　　Andthegeneral，allunconsciousthathewasbeingreflectedasinamirrorintheofficerofhussarsbehindhim，quivered，pressedforward，andanswered:“Fully，yourmosthighexcellency。”
　　“Weallhaveourweaknesses，”saidKutuzov，smilingandwalkingawayfromhim。“HehadapredilectionforBacchus。”
　　Thegeneralincommandwasafraidthathemightbetoblameforthis，andmadenoanswer。Theofficerofhussarsatthatinstantnoticedthefaceofthecaptainwiththerednose，andtherigidlydrawn—instomach，andmimickedhisfaceandattitudeinsuchalife—likemannerthatNesvitskycouldnotrestrainhislaughter。Kutuzovturnedround。Theofficercouldapparentlydoanythinghelikedwithhisface；attheinstantKutuzovturnedround，theofficerhadtimetogetinagrimacebeforeassumingthemostserious，respectful，andinnocentexpression。
　　Thethirdcompanywasthelast，andKutuzovseemedpondering，asthoughtryingtorecallsomething。PrinceAndreysteppedforwardandsaidsoftlyinFrench:“Youtoldmetoremindyouofthedegradedofficer，Dolohov，servingintheranksinthisregiment。”
　　“WhereisDolohov？”askedKutuzov。
　　Dolohov，attiredbynowinthegreyovercoatofaprivatesoldier，didnotwaittobecalledup。Theslenderfigureofthefair—hairedsoldier，withhisbrightblueeyes，steppedoutoftheline。Hewentuptothecommander—in—chiefandpresentedarms。
　　“Acomplainttomake？”Kutuzovaskedwithaslightfrown。
　　“ThisisDolohov，”saidPrinceAndrey。
　　“Ah！”saidKutuzov。“Ihopethiswillbealessontoyou，doyourdutythoroughly。TheEmperorisgracious。AndIshallnotforgetyou，ifyoudeserveit。”
　　Thebrightblueeyeslookedatthecommander—in—chiefjustasimpudentlyasatthegeneralofhisregiment，asthoughbyhisexpressiontearingdowntheveilofconventionthatremovedthecommander—in—chiefsofarfromthesoldier。
　　“TheonlyfavourIbegofyourmosthighexcellency，”hesaidinhisfirm，ringing，deliberatevoice，“istogivemeachancetoatoneformyoffence，andtoprovemydevotiontohismajestytheEmperor，andtoRussia。”
　　Kutuzovturnedaway。TherewasagleaminhiseyesofthesamesmilewithwhichhehadturnedawayfromCaptainTimohin。Heturnedawayandfrowned，asthoughtoexpressthatallDolohovhadsaidtohimandallhecouldsay，hehadknownlong，longago，thathewassicktodeathlongagoofit，andthatitwasnotatallwhatwaswanted。Heturnedawayandwenttowardsthecoach。
　　TheregimentbrokeintocompaniesandwenttowardsthequartersassignedthematnogreatdistancefromBraunau，wheretheyhopedtofindbootsandclothes，andtorestaftertheirhardmarches。
　　“Youwon’tbearmeagrudge，ProhoIgnatitch？”saidthecommandinggeneral，overtakingthethirdcompanyandridinguptoCaptainTimohin，whowaswalkinginfrontofit。Thegeneral’sfacebeamedwithadelighthecouldnotsuppressafterthesuccessfulinspection。“It’sintheTsar’sservice…can’tbehelped…sometimesonehastobealittlesharpatinspection。I’mthefirsttoapologise；youknowme。…Hewasverymuchpleased。”Andheheldouthishandtothecaptain。
　　“Uponmyword，general，asifI’dmakesobold，”answeredthecaptain，hisnoseflushingredder。Hesmiled，andhissmilerevealedthelossoftwofrontteeth，knockedoutbythebutt—endofagunatIsmail。
　　“AndtellDolohovthatIwon’tforgethim；hecanbeeasyaboutthat。Andtellme，please，whatabouthim，how’shebehavinghimself…I’vebeenmeaningtoinquire…”
　　“He’sveryexactinthedischargeofhisduties，yourexcellency…buthe’sacharacter…”saidTimohin。
　　“Why，whatsortofacharacter？”askedthegeneral。
　　“It’sdifferentondifferentdays，yourexcellency，”saidthecaptain；“atonetimehe’ssensibleandwell—educatedandgood—natured。Andthenhe’llbelikeawildbeast。InPoland，heallbutkilledaJew，ifyouplease。…”
　　“Well，well，”saidthegeneral，“stillonemustfeelforayoungmanintrouble。Hehasgreatconnections，youknow。…Soyou…”
　　“Oh，yes，yourexcellency，”saidTimohin，withasmilethatshowedheunderstoodhissuperiorofficer’swishinthematter。
　　“Verywell，then，verywell。”
　　ThegeneralsoughtoutDolohovintheranksandpulleduphishorse。
　　“Inthefirstactionyoumaywinyourepaulettes，”hesaidtohim。
　　Dolohovlookedroundandsaidnothing。Therewasnochangeinthelinesofhisironically—smilingmouth。
　　“Well，that’sallrightthen，”thegeneralwenton。“Aglassofbrandytoeverymanfromme，”headded，sothatthesoldierscouldhear。“Ithankyouall。Godbepraised！”Andridingroundthecompany，hegallopedofftoanother。
　　“Well，he’sreallyagoodfellow，onecangetonverywellunderhim，”saidTimohintothesubalternofficerwalkingbesidehim。
　　“Thekingofhearts，that’stheonlywordforhim，”thesubalternsaid，laughing。（Thegeneralwasnicknamedthekingofhearts。）
　　Thecheerfulstateofmindoftheofficersaftertheinspectionwassharedbythesoldiers。Thecompanieswentalongmerrily。Soldiers’voicescouldbeheardonallsideschattingaway。
　　“Why，don’ttheysayKutuzov’sblindinoneeye？”
　　“Tobesureheis。Quiteblindofoneeye。”
　　“Nay…lads，he’smoresharp—eyedthanyouare。Seehowhelookedatourbootsandthings。”…
　　“Isay，mate，whenhelookedatmylegs…well，thinksI…”
　　“AndtheotherwasanAustrianwithhim，thatlookedasifhe’dbeenchalkedallover。Aswhiteasflour。Ibettheyrubhimupaswerubupourguns。”
　　“Isay，Fedeshou…didhesayanythingastowhenthebattlesaregoingtobegin？Youstoodnearer。TheydidsayBonapartehimselfwasinBrunovo。”
　　“Bonaparte！Whatnonsensethefellowtalks！Whatwon’tyouknownext！Nowit’sthePrussianthat’srevolting。TheAustrian，doyousee，ispacifyinghim。Whenhe’squiet，thenthewarwillbeginwithBonaparte。AndhetalksofBonaparte’sbeinginBrunovo！It’splainthefellow’safool。You’dbetterkeepyourearsopen。”
　　“Thosedevilsofquartermasters！…Thefifthcompany’sturnedintothevillagebynow，andthey’recookingtheirporridge，andwe’renotthereyet。”
　　“Giveusabiscuit，oldman。”
　　“Anddidyougivemetobaccoyesterday？Allright，mylad。Well，well，Godbewithyou。”
　　“Theymighthavemadeahalt，orwe’llhavetodoanotherfourmileswithnothingtoeat。”
　　“Isay，itwasfinehowthoseGermansgaveuscarriages。Onedrovealong，somethinglike。”
　　“Buthere，lads，thefolksareregularlystrippedbare。ThereitwasallPolesofsomesort，allundertheRussiancrown，butnowwe’vecometotheregularGermans，myboy。”
　　“Singerstothefront，”thecaptaincalled。Andfromthedifferentranksabouttwentymenadvancedtothefront。Thedrummer，whowastheirleader，turnedroundfacingthechorusandwavinghisarm，struckupasoldier’ssong，beginning:“Thesunwasscarcelydawning，”andendingwiththewords:“So，lads，we’llmarchtoglorywithFatherKamensky。”…ThissonghadbeencomposedinTurkey，andnowwassunginAustria，theonlychangebeingthesubstitutionofthewords“FatherKutuzov”for“FatherKamensky。”
　　Jerkingoutthelastwordsinsoldierlyfashionandwavinghisarms，asthoughhewereflingingsomethingontheground，thedrummer，alean，handsomesoldierofforty，lookedsternlyatthesoldier—chorusandfrowned。Then，havingsatisfiedhimselfthatalleyeswerefixeduponhim，hegesticulated，asthoughhewerecarefullyliftingsomeunseenpreciousobjectoverhisheadinbothhands，holdingittheresomeseconds，andallatoncewithadesperatemovementflingingitaway。
　　“Ah，thethresholdofmycottage，
　　Mynewcottage。”
　　Heretwentyvoicescaughtuptherefrain，andthecastanetplayer，inspiteoftheweightofhisweaponandknapsack，boundednimblyforward，andwalkedbackwardsfacingthecompany，shakinghisshoulders，andseemingtomenacesomeonewiththecastanets。Thesoldierssteppedoutintimetothesong，swingingtheirarmsandunconsciouslyfallingintostep。Behindthecompanycamethesoundofwheels，therumbleofsprings，andthetrampofhorses。Kutuzovandhissuiteweregoingbacktothetown。Thecommander—in—chiefmadeasignforthesoldierstogoonfreely，andheandallhissuitelookedasthoughtheytookpleasureinthesoundofthesinging，andthespectacleofthedancingsoldierandthegaily，smartlymarchingmen。Inthesecondrowfromtherightflank，besidewhichthecarriagepassed，theycouldnothelpnoticingtheblue—eyedsoldier，Dolohov，whomarchedwithaspecialjauntinessandgraceintimetothesong，andlookedatthefacesofthepersonsdrivingbywithanexpressionthatseemedtopityeveryonewhowasnotatthatmomentmarchingintheranks。Thecornetofhussars，theofficerofKutuzov’ssuite，whohadmimickedthegeneral，fellbackfromthecarriageandrodeuptoDolohov。
　　Thecornetofhussars，Zherkov，hadatonetimebelongedtothefastsetinPetersburg，ofwhichDolohovhadbeentheleader。ZherkovhadmetDolohovabroadasacommonsoldier，andhadnotseenfittorecognisehim。Butnow，afterKutuzov’sconversationwiththedegradedofficer，headdressedhimwithallthecordialityofanoldfriend。
　　“Friendofmyheart，howareyou？”hesaid，throughthesinging，makinghishorsekeeppacewiththemarchingsoldiers。
　　“HowamI？”Dolohovansweredcoldly。“Asyousee。”Thelivelysonggaveapeculiarflavourtothetoneoffree—and—easygaiety，withwhichZherkovspoke，andthestudiedcoldnessofDolohov’sreplies。
　　“Well，howdoyougetonwithyourofficers？”askedZherkov。
　　“Allright；they’regoodfellows。Howdidyoumanagetopokeyourselfontothestaff？”
　　“Iwasattached；I’monduty。”
　　Theyweresilent。
　　“MygaygoshawkItookwithme，
　　FrommyrightsleeveIsethimfree，”
　　saidthesong，arousinganinvoluntarysensationofcourageandcheerfulness。Theirconversationwouldmostlikelyhavebeendifferent，iftheyhadnotbeentalkingwhilethesongwassinging。
　　“Isittrue，theAustrianshavebeenbeaten？”askedDolohov。
　　“Devilknows；theysayso。”
　　“I’mglad，”Dolohovmadeabrief，sharpreply，aswasrequiredtofitinwiththetune。
　　“Isay，comeroundtoussomeevening；we’llhaveagameoffaro，”saidZherkov。
　　“Ismoneysoplentifulamongyou？”
　　“Docome。”
　　“Ican’t；I’veswornnotto。Iwon’tdrinkorplaytillI’mpromoted。”
　　“Well，butinthefirstaction…”
　　“Thenweshallsee。”Againtheypaused。
　　“Youcome，ifyouwantanything；onecanalwaysbeofuseonthestaff。…”
　　Dolohovgrinned。“Don’ttroubleyourself。WhatIwant，I’mnotgoingtoaskfor；Itakeitformyself。”
　　“Oh，well，Ionly…”
　　“Well，andIonly。”
　　“Good—bye。”
　　“Good—bye。”
　　“Andfarandfree
　　Tohisowncountry。”
　　Zherkovputspurstohishorse，whichthreetimespickedupitslegsexcitedly，notknowingwhichtostartfrom，thengallopedoffroundthecompany，andovertookthecarriage，keepingtimetootothesong。
　　Chapter3
　　ONRETURNINGfromthereview，Kutuzov，accompaniedbytheAustriangeneral，wenttohisprivateroom，andcallinghisadjutant，toldhimtogivehimcertainpapers，relatingtotheconditionofthenewlyarrivedtroops，andletters，receivedfromArchdukeFerdinand，whowasincommandofthearmyatthefront。PrinceAndreyBolkonskycameintothecommander—in—chief’sroomwiththepapershehadaskedfor。KutuzovandtheAustrianmemberoftheHofkriegsrathweresittingoveraplanthatlayunfoldedonthetable。
　　“Ah！”…saidKutuzov，lookingroundatBolkonsky；andinvitinghisadjutant，asitwere，byhiswordtowait，hewentoninFrenchwiththeconversation。
　　“Ihaveonlyonethingtosay，general，”saidKutuzov，withanagreeableeleganceofexpressionandintonation，thatforcedonetolistenforeachdeliberatelyutteredword。ItwasevidentthatKutuzovhimselflistenedtohisvoicewithpleasure。“Icanonlysayonething，thatifthematterdependedonmypersonalwishes，thedesireofhismajesty，theEmperorFrancis，shouldlongagohavebeenaccomplished；Ishouldlongagohavejoinedthearchduke。And，uponmyhonour，believemethatformepersonallytohandoverthechiefcommandofthearmytomoreexperiencedandskilfulgenerals—suchasAustriaissorichin—andtothrowoffallthisweightyresponsibility，formepersonallywouldbearelief。Butcircumstancesaretoostrongforus，general。”AndKutuzovsmiledwithanexpressionthatseemedtosay:“Youareperfectlyatlibertynottobelieveme，andindeedit’samatterofperfectindifferencetomewhetheryoubelievemeornot，butyouhavenogroundsforsayingso。Andthat’sthewholepoint。”TheAustriangenerallookeddissatisfied，buthehadnochoicebuttoanswerKutuzovinthesametone。
　　“Onthecontrary，”hesaidinaquerulousandirritatedvoice，thatcontrastedwiththeflatteringintentionofthewordsheuttered；“Onthecontrary，theparticipationofyourmosthighexcellencyincommonactionishighlyappreciatedbyhismajesty。ButweimaginethatthepresentdelayrobsthegallantRussiantroopsandtheircommander—in—chiefofthelaurelstheyareaccustomedtowinninginaction，”heconcludedaphrasehehadevidentlypreparedbeforehand。
　　Kutuzovbowed，stillwiththesamesmile。
　　“ButIamconvincedofthis，andrelyingonthelastletterwithwhichhisHighnesstheArchdukeFerdinandhashonouredme，IimaginethattheAustriantroopsunderthecommandofsotalentedaleaderasGeneralMack，havebynowgainedadecisivevictoryandhavenolongerneedofouraid，”saidKutuzov。
　　Thegeneralfrowned。ThoughtherewasnopositivenewsofthedefeatoftheAustrians，thereweretoomanycircumstancesinconfirmationoftheunfavourablereports；andsoKutuzov’ssuppositioninregardtoanAustrianvictorysoundedverymuchlikeasneer。ButKutuzovsmiledblandly，stillwiththesameexpression，whichseemedtosaythathehadarighttosupposeso。AndinfactthelastletterhehadreceivedfromthearmyofGeneralMackhadgivenhimnewsofvictory，andofthemostfavourablestrategicalpositionofthearmy。
　　“Givemethatletter，”saidKutuzov，addressingPrinceAndrey。“Here，ifyouwillkindlylook”—andKutuzov，withanironicalsmileaboutthecornersofhismouth，readinGermanthefollowingpassagefromtheletteroftheArchdukeFerdinand:
　　“Wehaveaforce，perfectlykepttogether，ofnearly70，000men，inordertoattackanddefeattheenemyiftheyshouldpasstheLech。AswearemastersofUlm，wecannotlosetheadvantageofremainingmastersalsoofbothsidesoftheDanube；andmoreoverable，shouldtheenemynotcrosstheLech，topassovertheDanubeatanymoment，throwourselvesupontheirlineofcommunications，recrosstheDanubelowerdown，andentirelyresisttheenemy’saimiftheyshouldattempttoturntheirwholeforceuponourfaithfulally。InthiswayweshallawaitcourageouslythemomentwhentheImperialRussianisready，andshallthen，inconjunction，easilyfindapossibilityofpreparingforthefoethatfatewhichhesorichlydeserves。”
　　KutuzovconcludedthisperiodwithaheavysighandlookedintentlyandgeniallyatthememberoftheHofkriegsrath。
　　“Butyouknow，yourexcellency，thesageprecepttopreparefortheworst，”saidtheAustriangeneral，obviouslywishingtohavedonewithjestsandtocometobusiness。Hecouldnothelpglancingroundattheadjutant。
　　“Excuseme，general，”Kutuzovinterruptedhim，andhe，too，turnedtoPrinceAndrey。“Here，mydearboy，getallthereportsfromourscoutsfromKozlovsky。HerearetwolettersfromCountNostits，hereisaletterfromhisHighnesstheArchdukeFerdinand，hereisanother，”hesaid，givinghimseveralpapers。“AndofallthismakeoutclearlyinFrenchamemorandumshowingalltheinformationwehavehadofthemovementsoftheAustrianArmy。Well，doso，andthenshowittohisexcellency。”
　　PrinceAndreybowedintokenofunderstandingfromthefirstwordnotmerelywhathadbeensaid，butalsowhatKutuzovwouldhavelikedtohavesaidtohim。Hegatheredupthepapers，andmakingacomprehensivebow，steppedsoftlyoverthecarpetandwentoutintothereception—room。
　　AlthoughsoshortatimehadpassedsincePrinceAndreyhadleftRussia，hehadchangedgreatlyduringthattime。Intheexpressionofhisface，inhisgestures，inhisgait，therewasscarcelyatracetobeseennowofhisformeraffectation，ennui，andindolence。Hehadtheairofamanwhohasnottimetothinkoftheimpressionheismakingonothers，andisabsorbedinwork，bothagreeableandinteresting。Hisfaceshowedmoresatisfactionwithhimselfandthosearoundhim。Hissmileandhisglanceweremorelight—heartedandattractive。
　　Kutuzov，whomhehadovertakeninPoland，hadreceivedhimverycordially，hadpromisednottoforgethim，hadmarkedhimoutamongtheotheradjutants，hadtakenhimwithhimtoViennaandgivenhimthemoreseriouscommissions。FromVienna，Kutuzovhadwrittentohisoldcomrade，PrinceAndrey’sfather。
　　“Yourson，”hewrote，“givespromiseofbecominganofficer，whowillmakehisnamebyhisindustry，firmness，andconscientiousness。Iconsidermyselfluckytohavesuchanassistantathand。”
　　OnKutuzov’sstaff，amonghisfellow—officers，andinthearmygenerally，PrinceAndreyhad，ashehadhadinPetersburgsociety，twoquiteoppositereputations。Some，theminority，regardedPrinceAndreyasabeingdifferentfromthemselvesandfromallothermen，expectedgreatthingsofhim，listenedtohim，wereenthusiasticinhispraise，andimitatedhim，andwithsuchpeoplePrinceAndreywasfrankandagreeable。Others，themajority，didnotlikePrinceAndrey，andregardedhimasasulky，cold，anddisagreeableperson。Butwiththelatterclass，too，PrinceAndreyknewhowtobehavesothathewasrespectedandevenfearedbythem。
　　ComingoutofKutuzov’sroomintothereception—room，PrinceAndreywentinwithhispaperstohiscomrade，theadjutantonduty，Kozlovsky，whowassittinginthewindowwithabook。
　　“Whatisit，prince？”queriedKozlovsky。
　　“Iamtoldtomakeanoteofthereasonwhywearenotmovingforward。”
　　“Andwhyaren’twe？”
　　PrinceAndreyshruggedhisshoulders
　　“NonewsfromMack？”askedKozlovsky。
　　“No。”
　　“Ifitweretruethathehadbeenbeaten，newswouldhavecome。”
　　“Mostlikely，”saidPrinceAndrey，andhemovedtowardsthedoortogoout。Buthewasmetonthewaybyatallmanwhoatthatinstantwalkedintothereception—room，slammingthedoor。Thestranger，whohadobviouslyjustarrived，wasanAustriangeneralinalongcoat，withablackkerchieftiedroundhishead，andtheorderofMariaTheresaonhisneck。PrinceAndreystoppedshort。
　　“Commander—in—chiefKutuzov？”thegeneralaskedquickly，speakingwithaharshGermanaccent。Helookedabouthimonbothsides，andwithoutapausewalkedtothedooroftheprivateroom。
　　“Thecommander—in—chiefisengaged，”saidKozlovsky，hurriedlygoinguptotheunknowngeneralandbarringhiswaytothedoor。“WhomamItoannounce？”
　　TheunknowngenerallookeddisdainfullydownattheshortfigureofKozlovsky，asthoughsurprisedthattheycouldbeignorantofhisidentity。
　　“Thecommander—in—chiefisengaged，”Kozlovskyrepeatedtranquilly。
　　Thegeneral’sfacecontracted，hislipstwitchedandquivered。Hetookoutanotebook，hurriedlyscribbledsomethinginpencil，toreouttheleaf，handedittoKozlovsky，andwithrapidstepswalkedtothewindow，droppedontoachairandlookedroundatthepersonsintheroom，asthoughaskingwhattheywerelookingathimfor。Thenthegeneralliftedhishead，cranedhisneckforwardasthoughintendingtosaysomething，butimmediately，asthoughcarelesslybeginningtohumtohimself，utteredastrangesoundwhichbrokeoffatonce。Thedooroftheprivateroomopened，andKutuzovappearedinthedoorway。
　　Thegeneralwiththebandagedhead，bentforwardasthoughfleeingfromdanger，strodetowardsKutuzov，histhinlegsmovingswiftly。
　　“YouseetheunfortunateMack，”hearticulatedinFrenchinabreakingvoice。
　　ThefaceofKutuzov，ashestoodinthedoorway，remainedforseveralinstantsperfectlyunmoved。Thenafrownseemedtorunoverhisface，likeawave，leavinghisforeheadsmoothagain；hebowedhisheadrespectfully，closedhiseyes，usheredMackinbeforehimwithoutaword，andclosedthedoorbehindhim。
　　Thereport，whichhadbeenincirculationbeforethis，ofthedefeatoftheAustriansandthesurrenderofthewholearmyatUlm，turnedouttobethetruth。Withinhalfanhouradjutantshadbeendespatchedinvariousdirectionswithorders。ItwasevidentthattheRussiantroopswhichhadhithertobeeninactive，weredestinedsoontomeettheenemy。
　　PrinceAndreywasoneofthoserarestaff—officerswhoseinterestswereconcentratedonthegeneralprogressofthewar。OnseeingMackandlearningthedetailsofhisoverthrow，hegraspedthefactthathalfthecampaignwaslost；heperceivedallthedifficultyofthepositionoftheRussiantroops，andvividlypicturedtohimselfwhatlaybeforetheArmy，andtheparthewouldhavetoplayintheworkinstoreforthem。Hecouldnothelpfeelingarushofjoyfulemotionatthethoughtofthehumiliationofself—confidentAustria，andtheprospectwithinaweek，perhaps，ofseeingandtakingpartinthemeetingoftheRussianswiththeFrench，thefirstsinceSuvorov’sday。ButhewasafraidofthegeniusofBonaparte，whichmightturnouttobemorepowerfulthanallthebraveryoftheRussiantroops；andatthesametimehecouldnotbeartoentertaintheideaofthedisgraceofhisfavouritehero。
　　Excitedandirritatedbytheseideas，PrinceAndreywenttowardshisownroomtowritetohisfather，towhomhewroteeveryday。InthecorridorhemetNesvitsky，thecomradewithwhomhesharedaroom，andthecomicman，Zherkov。Theywere，asusual，laughingatsomejoke。
　　“Whatareyoulookingsodismalabout？”askedNesvitsky，noticingPrinceAndrey’spalefaceandgleamingeyes。
　　“There’snothingtobegayabout，”answeredBolkonsky。
　　JustasPrinceAndreymetNesvitskyandZherkov，therecametowardsthemfromtheotherendofthecorridorStrauch，anAustriangeneral，whowasonKutuzov’sstaffinchargeoftheprovisioningoftheRussianarmy，andthememberoftheHofkriegsrath，whohadarrivedthepreviousevening。Therewasplentyofroominthewidecorridorforthegeneralstopassthethreeofficerseasily。ButZherkov，pullingNesvitskybackbythearm，criedinabreathlessvoice:
　　“Theyarecoming！…theyarecoming！…moveaside，makeway！please，makeway。”
　　Thegeneralsadvancedwithanairofwishingtoavoidburdensomehonours。Thefaceofthecomicman，Zherkov，suddenlyworeastupidsmileofglee，whichheseemedunabletosuppress。
　　“YourExcellency，”hesaidinGerman，movingforwardandaddressingtheAustriangeneral，“Ihavethehonourtocongratulateyou。”Hebowed，andawkwardly，aschildrendoatdancing—lessons，hebeganscrapingfirstwithonelegandthenwiththeother。ThememberoftheHofkriegsrathlookedseverelyathim，butseeingtheseriousnessofhisstupidsmile，hecouldnotrefusehimamoment’sattention。Hescreweduphiseyesandshowedthathewaslistening。
　　“Ihavethehonourtocongratulateyou。GeneralMackhasarrived，quitewell，onlyslightlywoundedhere，”headded，pointingwithabeamingsmiletohishead。
　　Thegeneralfrowned，turnedawayandwenton。
　　“Gott，wiena？v！”hesaidangrily，whenhewasafewstepsaway。
　　NesvitskywithachucklethrewhisarmsroundPrinceAndrey，butBolkonsky，turningevenpaler，pushedhimawaywithafuriousexpression，andturnedtoZherkov。Thenervousirritability，intowhichhehadbeenthrownbythesightofMack，thenewsofhisdefeatandthethoughtofwhatlaybeforetheRussianarmy，foundaventinangeratthemisplacedjestofZherkov。
　　“Ifyou，sir，”hebegancuttingly，withaslighttremblinginhislowerjaw，“liketobeaclown，Ican’tpreventyourbeingso，butifyoudaretoplaythefoolanothertimeinmypresence，I’llteachyouhowtobehave。”
　　NesvitskyandZherkovweresoastoundedatthisoutburstthattheygazedatBolkonskywithopeneyes。
　　“Why，Ionlycongratulatedthem，”saidZherkov。
　　“Iamnotjestingwithyou；besilent，please！”shoutedBolkonsky，andtakingNesvitsky’sarm，hewalkedawayfromZherkov，whocouldnotfindanyreply。
　　“Come，whatisthematter，mydearboy？”saidNesvitsky，tryingtosoothehim。
　　“What’sthematter？”saidPrinceAndrey，standingstillfromexcitement。“Why，yououghttounderstandthatwe’reeitherofficers，whoservetheirTsarandtheircountryandrejoiceinthesuccess，andgrieveatthedefeatofthecommoncause，orwe’rehirelings，whohavenointerestinourmaster’sbusiness。Fortythousandmenmassacredandthearmyofouralliesdestroyed，andyoufindsomethinginthattolaughat，”hesaid，asthoughbythisFrenchphrasehewerestrengtheninghisview。“Itisallverywellforaworthlessfellowlikethatindividualofwhomyouhavemadeafriend，butnotforyou，notforyou。Nonebutschoolboyscanfindamusementinsuchjokes，”PrinceAndreyaddedinRussian，utteringthewordwithaFrenchaccent。HenoticedthatZherkovcouldstillhearhim，andwaitedtoseewhetherthecornetwouldnotreply。Butthecornetturnedandwentoutofthecorridor。
　　Chapter4
　　THEPAVLOGRADSKYREGIMENTofhussarswasstationedtwomilesfromBraunau。ThesquadroninwhichNikolayRostovwasservingasensignwasbilletedonaGermanvillage，Salzeneck。Theofficerincommandofthesquadron，CaptainDenisov，knownthroughthewholecavalrydivisionunderthenameofVaskaDenisov，hadbeenassignedthebestquartersinthevillage。EnsignRostovhadbeensharinghisquarters，eversinceheovertooktheregimentinPoland。
　　Onthe8thofOctober，theverydaywhenatheadquartersallwasastiroverthenewsofMack’sdefeat，theroutineoflifewasgoingonasbeforeamongtheofficersofthissquadron。
　　Denisov，whohadbeenlosingallnightatcards，hadnotyetreturnedhome，whenRostovrodebackearlyinthemorningfromaforagingexpedition。Rostov，inhisensign’suniform，rodeuptothesteps，withajerktohishorse，swunghislegoverwithasupple，youthfulaction，stoodamomentinthestirrupasthoughloathtopartfromthehorse，atlastsprangdownandcalledtheorderly。
　　“Ah，Bondarenko，friendofmyheart，”hesaidtothehussarwhorushedheadlonguptohishorse。“Walkhimupanddown，mydearfellow，”hesaid，withthatgayandbrotherlycordialitywithwhichgood—heartedyoungpeoplebehavetoeveryone，whentheyarehappy。
　　“Yes，yourexcellency，”answeredtheLittleRussian，shakinghisheadgood—humouredly。
　　“Mindnow，walkhimaboutwell！”
　　Anotherhussarrusheduptothehorsetoo，butBondarenkohadalreadyholdofthereins。
　　Itwasevidentthattheensignwasliberalwithhistips，andthathisservicewasaprofitableone。Rostovstrokedthehorseontheneckandthenonthehaunch，andlingeredonthesteps。
　　“Splendid！Whatahorsehewillbe！”hesaidtohimself，andsmilingandholdinghissword，heranupthesteps，clankinghisspurs。TheGerman，onwhomtheywerebilleted，lookedoutofthecowshed，wearingajerkinandapointedcap，andholdingafork，withwhichhewasclearingoutthedung。TheGerman’sfacebrightenedatoncewhenhesawRostov。Hesmiledgood—humouredlyandwinked。“Good—morning，good—morning！”herepeated，apparentlytakingpleasureingreetingtheyoungman。
　　“Atworkalready？”saidRostov，stillwiththesamehappy，fraternalsmilethatwasconstantlyonhiseagerface。“LonglivetheAustrians！LonglivetheRussians！HurrahfortheEmperorAlexander！”hesaid，repeatingphrasesthathadoftenbeenutteredbytheGerman。TheGermanlaughed，camerightoutofthecowshed，pulledoffhiscap，andwavingitoverhishead，cried:
　　“Andlonglivealltheworld！”
　　Rostovtoo，liketheGerman，wavedhiscapoverhisbead，andlaughingcried:“Andhurrahforalltheworld！”ThoughtherewasnoreasonforanyspecialrejoicingeitherfortheGerman，clearingouthisshed，orforRostov，comingbackfromforagingforhay，boththesepersonsgazedatoneanotherindelightedecstasyandbrotherlylove，waggedtheirheadsateachotherintokenoftheirmutualaffection，andpartedwithsmiles，theGermantohiscowshed，andRostovtothecottagehesharedwithDenisov。
　　“Where’syourmaster？”heaskedofLavrushka，Denisov’svalet，wellknowntoalltheregimentasarogue。
　　“Hishonour’snotbeeninsincetheevening。He’sbeenlosing，forsure，”answeredLavrushka。“Iknowbynow，ifhewins，he’llcomehomeearlytoboastofhisluck；butifhe’snotbackbymorning，itmeansthathe’slost，—he’llcomebackinarage。ShallIbringcoffee？”
　　“Yes，bringit。”
　　Tenminuteslater，Lavrushkabroughtinthecoffee。
　　“He’scoming！”saidhe；“nowfortrouble！”
　　RostovglancedoutofthewindowandsawDenisovreturninghome。Denisovwasalittlemanwitharedface，sparklingblackeyes，tousledblackwhiskersandhair。Hewaswearinganunbuttonedtunic，widebreechesthatfellinfolds，andonthebackofhisheadacrushedhussar’scap。Gloomily，withdowncasthead，hedrewnearthesteps。
　　“Lavrushka，”heshouted，loudlyandangrily，lispingther，“come，takeitoff，blockhead！”
　　“Well，Iamtakingitoff，”answeredLavrushka’svoice。
　　“Ah！youareupalready，”saidDenisov，comingintotheroom。
　　“Longago，”saidRostov；“I’vebeenoutalreadyafterhay，andIhaveseenFr？uleinMathilde。”
　　“Really？AndI’vebeenlosing，myboy，allnight，likethesonofadog，”criedDenisov，notpronouncinghisr’s。“Suchill—luck！suchill—luck！…Assoonasyouleft，myluckwasgone。Hey，tea？”
　　Denisov，puckeringuphisfaceasthoughheweresmiling，andshowinghisshort，strongteeth，beganwithhisshort—fingeredhandsrufflinguphisthick，blackhair，thatwastangledlikeaforest。
　　“Thedevilwasinmetogotothatrat”（thenicknameofanofficer），hesaid，rubbinghisbrowandfacewithbothhands。“Onlyfancy，hedidn’tdealmeonecard，notone，notonecard！”Denisovtookthelightedpipethatwashandedtohim，grippeditinhisfist，andscatteringsparks，hetappeditonthefloor，stillshouting。
　　“Heletsmehavethesimple，andbeatstheparole；letsmegetthesimple，andbeatstheparole。”
　　Hescatteredthesparks，brokethepipe，andthrewitaway。ThenDenisovpaused，andallatonceheglancedbrightlyatRostovwithhisgleamingblackeyes。
　　“Iftherewereonlywomen。Buthere，exceptdrinking，there’snothingtodo。Ifonlywecouldgettofightingsoon。…Hey，who’sthere？”hecalledtowardsthedoor，catchingthesoundsofthickbootsandclankingspursthatcametoastop，andofarespectfulcough。
　　“Thesergeant！”saidLavrushka。Denisovpuckereduphisfacemorethanever。
　　“That’sanuisance，”hesaid，flingingdownapursewithseveralgoldcoinsinit。“Rostov，count，there’sadearboy，howmuchisleft，andputthepurseunderthepillow，”hesaid，andhewentouttothesergeant。Rostovtookthemoneyandmechanicallysortingandarranginginheapstheoldandnewgold，hebegancountingitover。
　　“Ah，Telyanin！Good—morning！Iwascleanedoutlastnight，”heheardDenisov’svoicesayingfromtheotherroom。
　　“Wherewasthat？AtBykov’s？Attherat’s？…Iknewit，”saidathinvoice，andthereupontherewalkedintotheroomLieutenantTelyanin，alittleofficerinthesamesquadron。
　　Rostovputthepurseunderthepillow，andshookthedamplittlehandthatwasofferedhim。Telyaninhadforsomereasonbeentransferredfromtheguardsjustbeforetheregimentsetout。Hehadbehavedverywellintheregiment，buthewasnotliked，andRostov，inparticular，couldnotendurehim，andcouldnotconcealhisgroundlessaversionforthisofficer。
　　“Well，youngcavalryman，howismyRookdoingforyou？”（Rookwasariding—horseTelyaninhadsoldtoRostov。）Thelieutenantneverlookedthepersonhewasspeakingtointheface。Hiseyeswerecontinuallyflittingfromoneobjecttoanother。“Isawyouridingtoday…”
　　“Oh，he’sallright；agoodhorse，”answeredRostov，thoughthehorse，forwhichhehadpaidsevenhundredroubles，wasnotworthhalfthatsum。“He’sbeguntogoalittlelameintheleftforeleg…”headded。
　　“Thehoofcracked！That’snomatter。I’llteachyou，I’llshowyouthesortofthingtoputonit。”
　　“Yes，pleasedo，”saidRostov。
　　“I’llshowyou，I’llshowyou，it’snotasecret。Butyou’llbegratefultomeforthathorse。”
　　“ThenI’llhavethehorsebroughtround，”saidRostov，anxioustoberidofTelyanin。Hewentouttoorderthehorsetobebroughtround。
　　IntheouterroomDenisovwassquattingonthethresholdwithapipe，facingthesergeant，whowasgivinghimsomereport。OnseeingRostov，Denisovscreweduphiseyes，andpointingoverhisshoulderwithhisthumbtotheroomwhereTelyaninwassitting，hefrownedandshookhisheadwithanairofloathing。
　　“Ugh！Idon’tlikethefellow，”hesaid，regardlessofthepresenceofthesergeant。
　　Rostovshruggedhisshouldersasthoughtosay，“NordoI，butwhat’sonetodo？”Andhavinggivenhisorder，hewentbacktoTelyanin。
　　ThelatterwasstillsittinginthesameindolentposeinwhichRostovhadlefthim，rubbinghislittlewhitehands。
　　“Whatnastyfacesthereareinthisworld！”thoughtRostovashewentintotheroom。
　　“Well，haveyougivenordersforthehorsetobefetchedout？”saidTelyanin，gettingupandlookingcarelesslyabouthim。
　　“Yes。”
　　“Well，youcomealongyourself。IonlycameroundtoaskDenisovaboutyesterday’sorder。Haveyougotit，Denisov？”
　　“Notyet。Butwhereareyouoffto？”
　　“I’mgoingtoshowthisyoungmanherehowtoshoeahorse，”saidTelyanin。
　　Theywentoutdownthestepsandintothestable。Thelieutenantshowedhowtoputontheremedy，andwentawaytohisownquarters。
　　WhenRostovwentbacktherewasabottleofvodkaandsomesausageonthetable。Denisovwassittingatthetable，andhispenwassqueakingoverthepaper。HelookedgloomilyintoRostov’sface。
　　“Iamwritingtoher，”hesaid。Heleanedhiselbowonthetablewiththepeninhishand，andobviouslyrejoicedatthepossibilityofsayingbywordofmouthallhemeanttowrite，hetoldthecontentsofhislettertoRostov。“Yousee，mydearboy，”hesaid，“weareplungedinslumber，wearethechildrenofdustandashes，untilwelove…butlove，andyouareagod，youarepure，asonthefirstdayofcreation。…Who’sthatnow？Sendhimtothedevil！I’venotime！”heshoutedtoLavrushka，who，notintheslightestdaunted，wentuptohim。
　　“Why，whoshoulditbe？Youtoldhimtocomeyourself。Thesergeanthascomeforthemoney。”
　　Denisovfrowned，seemedabouttoshoutsomereply，butdidnotspeak。
　　“It’sanuisance，”hesaidtohimself。“Howmuchmoneywasthereleftthereinthepurse？”heaskedRostov。
　　“Sevennewandthreeoldgoldpieces。”
　　“Oh，it’sanuisance！Well，whyareyoustandingthere，youmummy？Sendthesergeant！”DenisovshoutedtoLavrushka。
　　“Please，Denisov，takethemoneyfromme；I’veplenty，”saidRostov，blushing。
　　“Idon’tlikeborrowingfrommyownfriends；Idislikeit，”grumbledDenisov。
　　“Butifyouwon’ttakemoneyfrommelikeacomrade，you’lloffendme。I’vereallygotit，”repeatedRostov。
　　“Oh，no。”AndDenisovwenttothebedtotakethepursefromunderthepillow。
　　“Wheredidyouputit，Rostov？”
　　“Underthelowerpillow。”
　　“Butit’snotthere。”Denisovthrewboththepillowsonthefloor。Therewasnopurse。“Well，that’saqueerthing。”
　　“Waitabit，haven’tyoudroppedit？”saidRostov，pickingthepillowsuponeatatimeandshakingthem。Hetookoffthequiltandshookit。Thepursewasnotthere。
　　“CouldIhaveforgotten？No，forIthoughtthatyoukeepitlikeasecrettreasureunderyourhead，”saidRostov。“Ilaidthepursehere。Whereisit？”HeturnedtoLavrushka。
　　“Inevercameintotheroom。Whereyouputit，thereitmustbe。”
　　“Butitisn’t。”
　　“You’realwayslikethat；youthrowthingsdownanywhereandforgetthem。Lookinyourpockets。”
　　“No，ifIhadn’tthoughtofitsbeingasecrettreasure，”saidRostov，“butIrememberwhereIputit。”
　　Lavrushkaransackedthewholebed，glancedunderitandunderthetable，ransackedthewholeroomandstoodstillinthemiddleoftheroom。DenisovwatchedLavrushka’smovementsinsilence，andwhenLavrushkaflunguphishandsinamazementtosignifythatitwasnowhere，helookedroundatRostov。
　　“Rostov，noneofyourschoolboyjokes。”
　　Rostov，feelingDenisov’seyesuponhim，liftedhiseyesandinstantlydroppedthemagain。Allhisblood，whichfeltasthoughithadbeenlockedupsomewherebelowhisthroat，rushedtohisfaceandeyes。Hecouldhardlydrawhisbreath。
　　“Andthere’sbeennooneintheroombutthelieutenantandyourselves。Itmustbeheresomewhere，”saidLavrushka。
　　“Nowthen，youdevil’spuppet，bestiryourselfandlookforit！”Denisovshoutedsuddenly，turningpurpleanddashingatthevaletwithathreateninggesture。“Thepurseistobefound，orI’llflogyou！I’llflogyouall！”
　　Rostov，hiseyesavoidingDenisov，beganbuttoninguphisjacketfasteningonhissword，andputtingonhisforage—cap。
　　“Itellyouthepurseistobefound，”roaredDenisov，shakingtheorderlybytheshouldersandpushinghimagainstthewall。
　　“Denisov，lethimbe；Iknowwhohastakenit，”saidRostov，goingtowardsthedoorwithoutraisinghiseyes。
　　Denisovstopped，thoughtamoment，andevidentlyunderstandingRostov’shint，heclutchedhimbythearm。
　　“Nonsense！”heroaredsothattheveinsstoodoutonhisneckandforeheadlikecords。“Itellyou，you’vegoneoutofyourmind；Iwon’tallowit。Thepurseishere；I’llflaytheskinoffthisrascal，anditwillbehere。”
　　“Iknowwhohastakenit，”repeatedRostov，inashakingvoice，andhewenttothedoor。
　　“AndItellyou，you’renottodaretodoit，”shoutedDenisov，makingadashattheensigntodetainhim。ButRostovpulledhisarmaway，liftedhiseyes，andlookeddirectlyandresolutelyatDenisovwithasmuchfuryasifhehadbeenhisgreatestenemy。
　　“Doyouunderstandwhatyou’resaying？”hesaidinatremblingvoice；“exceptme，therehasbeennooneelseintheroom。Sothat，ifit’snotso，whythen…”
　　Hecouldnotuttertherest，andranoutoftheroom。
　　“Oh，damnyouandalltherest，”werethelastwordsRostovheard。
　　RostovwenttoTelyanin’squarters。
　　“Themaster’snotathome，he’sgonetothestaff，”Telyanin’sorderlytoldhim。“Hassomethinghappened？”theorderlyadded，wonderingattheensign’stroubledface。
　　“No，nothing。”
　　“You’veonlyjustmissedhim，”saidtheorderly。
　　ThestaffquartersweretwomilesandahalffromSalzeneck。Nothavingfoundhimathome，Rostovtookhishorseandrodetothequartersofthestaff。Inthevillage，wherethestaffwasquartered，therewasarestaurantwhichtheofficersfrequented。RostovreachedtherestaurantandsawTelyanin’shorseattheentry。
　　Inthesecondroomthelieutenantwassittingoveradishofsausagesandabottleofwine。
　　“Ah，youhavecomeheretoo，youngman，”hesaid，smilingandliftinghiseyebrows。
　　“Yes，”saidRostov，speakingasthoughtheutteranceofthewordcosthimgreateffort；andhesatdownatthenearesttable。
　　Bothweresilent；thereweretwoGermansandaRussianofficerintheroom。Everyonewasmute，andtheonlysoundsaudibleweretheclatterofknivesontheplatesandthemunchingofthelieutenant。WhenTelyaninhadfinishedhislunch，hetookoutofhispocketadoublepurse；withhislittlewhitefingers，thatwerecurvedatthetips，hepartedtherings，tookoutsomegold，andraisinghiseyebrows，gavethemoneytotheattendant。
　　“Makehaste，please，”hesaid。
　　Thegoldwasnew。RostovgotupandwenttoTelyanin。
　　“Letmelookatthepurse，”hesaidinalowvoice，scarcelyaudible。
　　Withshiftingeyes，buteyebrowsstillraised，Telyaningavehimthepurse。
　　“Yes，it’saprettypurse…yes…”hesaid，andsuddenlyheturnedwhite。“Youcanlookatit，youngman，”headded。
　　Rostovtookthepurseinhishandandlookedbothatitandatthemoneyinit，andalsoatTelyanin。Thelieutenantlookedabouthim，ashiswaywas，andseemedsuddenlytohavegrownverygood—humoured。
　　“IfwegotoVienna，IsuspectIshallleaveitallthere，butnowthere’snowheretospendourmoneyinthesewretchedlittleplaces，”hesaid。“Come，giveitme，youngman；I’mgoing。”
　　Rostovdidnotspeak。
　　“Whatareyougoingtodo？havelunchtoo？Theygiveyoudecentfood，”Telyaninwenton。“Giveitme。”Heputouthishandandtook。holdofthepurse。Rostovletgoofit。Telyanintookthepurseandbegancarelesslydroppingitintothepocketofhisridingtrousers，whilehiseyebrowswerecarelesslyliftedandhismouthstoodalittleopen，asthoughhewouldsay:“Yes，yes，I’mputtingmypurseinmypocket，andthat’saverysimplematter，andnoonehasanythingtodowithit。”
　　“Well，youngman？”hesaidwithasign，andfromunderhisliftedeyebrowsheglancedintoRostov’seyes。AkindofgleampassedwiththeswiftnessofanelectricflashfromTelyanin’seyestotheeyesofRostov，andbackagainandbackagainandagain，allinoneinstant。
　　“Comehere，”saidRostov，takingTelyaninbythearm。Healmostdraggedhimtothewindow。“That’sDenisov’smoney；youtookit…”hewhisperedinhisear。
　　“What？…what？…Howdareyou？What？”…saidTelyanin。Butthewordssoundedlikeaplaintive，despairingcryandprayerforforgiveness。AssoonasRostovheardthesoundofhisvoice，agreatweightofsuspense，likeastone，rolledoffhisheart。Hefeltglad，andatthesameinstanthepitiedthelucklesscreaturestandingbeforehim，buthehadtocarrythethingthroughtotheend。
　　“Godknowswhatthepeopleheremaythink，”mutteredTelyanin，snatchinguphisforage—capandturningtowardsasmallemptyroom。“Youmustexplain…”
　　“Iknowthat，andI’llproveit，”saidRostov。
　　“I…”
　　Theterrified，whitefaceofTelyaninbegantwitchingineverymuscle；hiseyesstillmoveduneasily，butontheground，neverrisingtothelevelofRostov’sface，andtearfulsobscouldbeheard。
　　“Count！…don’truinayoungman…hereisthewretchedmoney，takeit。”…Hethrewitonthetable。“I’veanoldfatherandmother！”
　　Rostovtookthemoney，avoidingTelyanin’seyes，andwithoututteringaword，hewentoutoftheroom。Butinthedoorwayhestoppedandturnedback。
　　“MyGod！”hesaid，withtearsinhiseyes，“howcouldyoudoit？”
　　“Count，”saidTelyanin，comingnearertotheensign。
　　“Don’ttouchme，”saidRostov，drawingback。“Ifyou’reinneedtakethemoney。”
　　Hethrustapurseonhimandranoutoftherestaurant。
　　Chapter5
　　INTHEEVENINGofthesamedayalivelydiscussionwastakingplaceinDenisov’squartersbetweensomeofficersofthesquadron。
　　“ButItellyou，Rostov，thatyoumustapologisetothecolonel，”thetallstaff—captainwassaying，addressingRostov，whowascrimsonwithexcitement。Thestaff—captain，Kirsten，amanwithgrizzledhair，immensewhiskers，thickfeaturesandawrinkledface，hadbeentwicedegradedtotheranksforaffairsofhonour，andhadtwicerisenagaintoholdingacommission。
　　“IpermitnoonetotellmeI’mlying！”criedRostov。“HetoldmeIwaslyingandItoldhimhewaslying。Andthereitrests。Hecanputmeondutyeveryday，hecanplacemeunderarrest，butnoonecancompelmetoapologise，becauseifhe，asthecolonel，considersitbeneathhisdignitytogivemesatisfaction，then…”
　　“Butyouwaitabit，mygoodfellow；youlistentome，”interruptedthestaff—captaininhisbassvoice，calmlystrokinghislongwhiskers。“Youtellthecolonelinthepresenceofotherofficersthatanofficerhasstolen—”
　　“I’mnottoblamefortheconversationbeinginthepresenceofotherofficers。PossiblyIoughtnottohavespokenbeforethem，butI’mnotadiplomatist。That’sjustwhyIwentintothehussars；IthoughtthathereIshouldhavenoneedofsuchfinickyconsiderations，andhetellsmeI’maliar…solethimgivemesatisfaction。”
　　“That’sallveryfine，nooneimaginesthatyou’reacoward；butthat’snotthepoint。AskDenisovifit’snotutterlyoutofthequestionforanensigntodemandsatisfactionofhiscolonel？”
　　Denisovwasbitinghismoustachewithamoroseair，listeningtotheconversation，evidentlywithnodesiretotakepartinit。Tothecaptain’squestion，herepliedbyanegativeshakeofthehead。
　　“Youspeaktothecolonelinthepresenceofotherofficersofthisdirtybusiness，”pursuedthestaff—captain。“Bogdanitch”（Bogdanitchwaswhattheycalledthecolonel）“snubbedyou…”
　　“No，hedidn’t。HesaidIwastellinganuntruth。”
　　“Quiteso，andyoutalkednonsensetohim，andyoumustapologise。”
　　“Notonanyconsideration！”shoutedRostov。
　　“Ishouldn’thaveexpectedthisofyou，”saidthestaff—captainseriouslyandseverely。“Youwon’tapologise，but，mygoodsir，it’snotonlyhim，butalltheregiment，allofus，thatyou’veactedwronglyby；you’retoblameallround。Lookhere；ifyou’donlythoughtitover，andtakenadvicehowtodealwiththematter，butyoumustgoandblurtitallstraightoutbeforetheofficers。Whatwasthecoloneltodothen？Ishetobringtheofficerupfortrialanddisgracethewholeregiment？Onaccountofonescoundrelisthewholeregimenttobeputtoshame？Isthatthethingforhimtodo，toyourthinking？Itisnottoourthinking。AndBogdanitchdidtherightthing。Hetoldyouthatyouweretellinganuntruth。It’sunpleasant，butwhatcouldhedo？youbroughtitonyourself。Andnowwhentheytrytosmooththethingover，you’resohighandmighty，youwon’tapologise，andwanttohavethewholestoryout。You’rehuffyatbeingputonduty，butwhatisitforyoutoapologisetoanoldandhonourableofficer！WhateverBogdanitchmaybe，anywayhe’sanhonourableandgallantoldcolonel；you’reoffendedatthat，butdisgracingtheregiment’snothingtoyou。”Thestaff—captain’svoicebegantoquaver。“You，sir，havebeennexttonotimeintheregiment；you’rehereto—day，andto—morrowyou’llbepassedonsomewhereasanadjutant；youdon’tcareastrawforpeoplesaying:‘TherearethievesamongthePavlogradofficers！’Butwedocare！Don’twe，Denisov？Dowecare？”
　　Denisovstilldidnotspeakorstir；hisgleamingblackeyesglancednowandthenatRostov。
　　“Yourprideisdeartoyou，youdon’twanttoapologise，”continuedthestaff—captain，“butweoldfellows，aswegrewupintheregimentand，pleaseGod，wehopetodieinit，it’sthehonouroftheregimentisdeartous，andBogdanitchknowsthat。Ah，isn’titdeartous！Butthisisn’tright；it’snotright！Youmaytakeoffenceornot；butIalwaysspeaktheplaintruth。It’snotright！”
　　Andthestaff—captaingotupandturnedawayfromRostov。
　　“That’sthetruth，damnit！”shoutedDenisov，jumpingup。“Come，Rostov，come！”
　　Rostov，turningcrimsonandwhiteagain，lookedfirstatoneofficerandthenattheother。
　　“No，gentlemen，no…youmustn’tthink…Iquiteunderstand，you’rewronginthinkingthatofme…I…forme…forthehonouroftheregimentI’d…butwhytalk？I’llprovethatinactionandformethehonouroftheflag…well，nevermind，it’strue，I’mtoblame！”…Thereweretearsinhiseyes。“I’mwrong，wrongallround！Well，whatmoredoyouwant？”…
　　“Come，that’sright，count，”criedthestaff—captain，turningroundandclappinghimontheshoulderwithhisbighand。
　　“Itellyou，”shoutedDenisov，“he’sacapitalfellow。”
　　‘That’sbetter，count，”repeatedthecaptain，beginningtoaddresshimbyhistitleasthoughinacknowledgmentofhisconfession。“Goandapologise，yourexcellency。”
　　“Gentlemen，I’lldoanything，nooneshallhearawordfromme，”Rostovprotestedinanimploringvoice，“butIcan’tapologise，byGod，Ican’t，saywhatyouwill！HowcanIapologise，likealittleboybeggingpardon！”
　　Denisovlaughed。
　　“It’llbetheworseforyou，ifyoudon’t。Bogdanitchdoesn’tforgetthings；he’llmakeyoupayforyourobstinacy，”saidKirsten。
　　“ByGod，it’snotobstinacy！Ican’tdescribethefeelingitgivesme。Ican’tdoit。”
　　“Well，asyoulike，”saidthestaff—captain。“Whathasthescoundreldonewithhimself？”heaskedDenisov。
　　“Hehasreportedhimselfill；to—morrowtheorder’sgivenforhimtobestruckoff，”saidDenisov。
　　“Itisanillness，there’snootherwayofexplainingit，”saidthestaff—captain。
　　“Whetherit’sillnessorwhetherit’snot，he’dbetternotcrossmypath—I’dkillhim，”Denisovshoutedbloodthirstily。
　　Zherkovwalkedintotheroom。
　　“Howdoyoucomehere？”theofficerscriedtothenewcomeratonce。
　　“Tothefront，gentlemen。Mackhassurrenderedwithhiswholearmy。”
　　“Nonsense！”
　　“I’veseenhimmyself。”
　　“What？SeenMackalive，withallhisarmsandlegs？”
　　“Tothefront！tothefront！Givehimabottleforsuchnews。Howdidyoucomehere？”
　　“I’vebeendismissedbacktotheregimentagainonaccountofthatdevil，Mack。TheAustriangeneralcomplainedofme。IcongratulatedhimonMack’sarrival。…Whatisit，Rostov，youlookasifyou’djustcomeoutofahotbath？”
　　“We’vebeeninsuchamesstheselasttwodays，oldboy。”
　　TheregimentaladjutantcameinandconfirmedthenewsbroughtbyZherkov。Theywereunderorderstoadvancenextday。
　　“Tothefront，gentlemen！”
　　“Well，thankGod！we’vebeenstickingheretoolong。”
　　Chapter6
　　KUTUZOVfellbacktoVienna，destroyingbehindhimthebridgesovertheriverInn（inBraunau）andtheriverTraun（inLinz）。Onthe23rdofOctobertheRussiantroopscrossedtheriverEnns。TheRussianbaggage—waggonsandartilleryandthecolumnsoftroopswereinthemiddleofthatdaystretchinginalongstringacrossthetownofEnnsonbothsidesofthebridge。Thedaywaswarm，autumnal，andrainy。ThewideviewthatopenedoutfromtheheightswheretheRussianbatteriesstoodguardingthebridgewasattimesnarrowedbytheslantingrainthatshutitinlikeamuslincurtain，thenagainwidenedout，andinthebrightsunlightobjectscouldbedistinctlyseeninthedistance，lookingasifcoveredwithacoatofvarnish。Thelittletowncouldbeseenbelowwithitswhitehousesanditsredroofs，itscathedralanditsbridge，onbothsidesofwhichstreamedmassesofRussiantroops，crowdedtogether。AtthebendoftheDanubecouldbeseenshipsandtheislandandacastlewithapark，surroundedbythewatersformedbytheEnnsfallingintotheDanube，andtheprecipitousleftbankoftheDanube，coveredwithpineforest，withamysteriousdistanceofgreentree—topsandbluishgorges。Beyondthepineforest，thatlookedwildanduntouchedbythehandofman，rosetheturretsofanunnery；andinthefardistanceinfront，onthehillonthefurthersideoftheEnns，couldbeseenthescoutsoftheenemy。
　　Betweenthecannonsontheheightstoodthegeneralincommandoftherear—guardandanofficerofthesuitescanningthecountrythroughafield—glass。Alittlebehindthem，theresatonthetrunkofacannon，Nesvitsky，whohadbeendespatchedbythecommander—in—chieftotherear—guard。TheCossackwhoaccompaniedNesvitskyhadhandedhimoveraknapsackandaflask，andNesvitskywasregalingtheofficerswithpiesandrealdoppel—k？mmel。Theofficerssurroundedhiminadelightedcircle，someontheirknees，somesittingcross—legged，likeTurks，onthewetgrass。
　　“Yes，therewassomesenseinthatAustrianprincewhobuiltacastlehere。It’samagnificentspot。Whyaren’tyoueating，gentlemen？”saidNesvitsky。
　　“Thankyouverymuch，prince，”answeredoneoftheofficers，enjoyingtheopportunityoftalkingtoastaff—officialofsuchimportance。“It’salovelyspot。Wemarchedrightbythepark；wesawtwodeerandsuchasplendidhouse！”
　　“Look，prince，”saidanother，whowoulddearlyhavelikedtotakeanotherpie，butwasashamedto，andthereforeaffectedtobegazingatthecountryside；“look，ourinfantryhavejustgotinthere。Overthere，nearthemeadowbehindthevillage，threeofthemaredraggingsomething。Theywillcleanoutthatpalacenicely，”hesaid，withevidentapproval。
　　“Nodoubt，”saidNesvitsky。“No；butwhatIshouldlike，”headded，munchingapieinhismoist，handsomemouth，“wouldbetoslipinthere。”Hepointedtotheturretednunnerythatcouldbeseenonthemountainside。Hesmiled，hiseyesnarrowingandgleaming。“Yes，thatwouldbefirst—rate，gentlemen！”Theofficerslaughed。
　　“Onemightatleastscarethenunsalittle。ThereareItaliangirls，theysay，amongthem。Uponmyword，I’dgivefiveyearsofmylifeforit！”
　　“Theymustbebored，too，”saidanofficerwhowasratherbolder，laughing。
　　Meanwhiletheofficerofthesuite，whowasstandinginfront，pointedsomethingouttothegeneral；thegenerallookedthroughthefield—glass。
　　“Yes，soitis，soitis，”saidthegeneralangrily，takingthefield—glassawayfromhiseyeandshrugginghisshoulders；“theyaregoingtofireatthematthecrossingoftheriver。Andwhydotheylingerso？”
　　Withthenakedeye，lookinginthatdirection，onecoulddiscerntheenemyandtheirbatteries，fromwhichamilky—whitesmokewasrising。Thesmokewasfollowedbythesoundofashotinthedistance，andourtroopswereunmistakablyhurryingtotheplaceofcrossing。
　　Nesvitskygotuppuffingandwentuptothegeneral，smiling。
　　“Wouldn’tyourexcellencytakesomelunch？”hesaid。
　　“It’sabadbusiness，”saidthegeneral，withoutansweringhim；“ourmenhavebeentooslow。”
　　“Shouldn’tIrideover，yourexcellency？”saidNesvitsky。
　　“Yes，rideover，please，”saidthegeneral，repeatinganorderthathadalreadyoncebeforebeengivenindetail；“andtellthehussarsthattheyaretocrosslastandtoburnthebridge，asIsentorders，andthatthey’retooverhaultheburningmaterialsonthebridge。”
　　“Verygood，”answeredNesvitsky。HecalledtheCossackwithhishorse，toldhimtopickuptheknapsackandflask，andlightlyswunghisheavypersonintothesaddle。
　　“Uponmyword，Iamgoingtopayavisittothenuns，”hesaidtotheofficerswhowerewatchinghim，smiling，andherodealongthewindingpathdownthemountain。
　　“Nowthen，captain，tryhowfarit’llcarry，”saidthegeneral，turningtotheartilleryofficer。“Havealittlefuntopassthetime。”
　　“Men，totheguns！”commandedtheofficer，andinamomentthegunnersrangailyfromthecampfiresandloadedthebigguns。
　　“One！”theyheardthewordofcommand。Numberoneboundedbacknimbly。Thecannonboomedwithadeafeningmetallicsound，andwhistlingovertheheadsofourmenunderthemountainside，thegrenadeflewacross，andfallingalongwayshortoftheenemyshowedbytherisingsmokewhereithadfallenandburst。
　　Thefacesofthesoldiersandofficerslightenedupatthesound。Everyonegotupandbusilywatchedthemovementsofourtroopsbelow，whichcouldbeseenasinthehollowofahand，andthemovementsoftheadvancingenemy。Atthesameinstant，thesuncameoutfullyfrombehindtheclouds，andthefullnoteofthesolitaryshotandthebrillianceofthebrightsunshinemeltedintoasingleinspiritingimpressionoflight—heartedgaiety。
　　Chapter7
　　OVERTHEBRIDGEtwooftheenemy’sshotshadalreadyflownandtherewasacrushonthebridge。InthemiddleofthebridgestoodNesvitsky。Hehaddismountedandstoodwithhisstoutpersonjammedagainsttherailings。HelookedlaughinglybackathisCossack，whowasstandingseveralpacesbehindhimholdingthetwohorsesbytheirbridles。EverytimeNesvitskytriedtomoveon，theadvancingsoldiersandwaggonsboredownuponhimandshovedhimbackagainsttherailings。Therewasnothingforhimtodobuttosmile。
　　“Hithere，mylad，”saidtheCossacktoasoldierinchargeofawaggon—loadwhowasforcinghiswaythroughthefoot—soldiersthatpressedrightuptohiswheelsandhishorses；“whatareyouabout？No，youwaitabit；youseethegeneralwantstopass。”
　　Buttheconvoysoldier，takingnonoticeoftheallusiontothegeneral，bawledtothesoldierswhoblockedtheway:“Hi！fellows，keeptotheleft！waitabit！”Butthefellows，shouldertoshoulder，withtheirbayonetsinterlocked，movedoverthebridgeinonecompactmass。Lookingdownovertherails，PrinceNesvitskysawthenoisy，rapid，butnothighwavesoftheEnns，which，swirlingineddiesroundthepilesofthebridge，chasedoneanotherdownstream。Lookingonthebridgehesawthelivingwavesofthesoldiers，allalikeastheystreamedby:shakoeswithcoversonthem，knapsacks，bayonets，longrifles，andundertheshakoesbroad—jawedfaces，sunkencheeks，andlooksoflistlessweariness，andlegsmovingovertheboardsofthebridge，thatwerecoatedwithstickymud。Sometimesamongthemonotonousstreamsofsoldiers，likeacrestofwhitefoamonthewavesoftheEnns，anofficerforcedhiswaythrough，inacloak，withafaceofadifferenttypefromthesoldiers。Sometimes，likeachipwhirlingontheriver，therepassedoverthebridgeamongthewavesofinfantryadismountedhussar，anorderly，oraninhabitantofthetown。Sometimes，likealogfloatingdowntheriver，theremovedoverthebridge，hemmedinonallsides，abaggage—waggon，pileduphighandcoveredwithleathercovers。
　　“Why，they’relikeariverburstingitsbanks，”saidtheCossack，stoppinghopelessly。“Aretheremanymoreoverthere？”
　　“Amillion，allbutone！”saidacheerfulsoldierinatorncoat，winking，ashepassedoutofsight；afterhimcameanothersoldier，anolderman。
　　“Ifhe”（hemeanttheenemy）“startspoppingatthebridgejustnow，”saidtheoldsoldierdismally，addressinghiscompanion，“you’llforgettoscratchyourself。”Andhepassedon。Afterhimcameanothersoldierridingonawaggon。
　　“Wherethedevildidyouputtheleg—wrappers？”saidanorderly，runningafterthewaggonandfumblinginthebackpartofit。Andhetoopassedonwiththewaggon。
　　Thencamesomehilarioussoldiers，whohadunmistakablybeendrinking。
　　“Anddidn’theupwiththebuttendofhisgunandgivehimonerightintheteeth，”onesoldierwassayinggleefullywithawidesweepofhisarm。
　　“Itjustwasadeliciousham，”answeredtheotherwithachuckle。Andtheypassedon，sothatNesvitskyneverknewwhohadreceivedtheblowinhisteeth，andwhatthehamhadtodowithit。
　　“Yes，they’reinahurrynow！Whenheletflyabitofcoldlead，onewouldhavethoughttheywereallbeingkilled，”saidanunderofficer，angrilyandreproachfully。
　　“Whenitwhizzedbyme，uncle，thebullet，”saidayoungsoldierwithahugemouth，scarcelyabletokeepfromlaughing，“Iturnedfairlynumb。Uponmysoul，wasn’tIinafright，tobesure！”saidthesoldier，makingasortofboastofhisterror。
　　He，too，passedon。Afterhimcameawaggonunlikeallthathadpassedoverbefore。ItwasaGermanVorspannwithtwohorses，loaded，itseemed，withthegoodsofawholehousehold。ThehorseswereledbyaGerman，andbehindwasfastenedahandsome，brindledcowwithanimmenseudder。Onpiled—upfeather—bedssatawomanwithasmallbaby，anoldwoman，andagood—looking，rosy—cheekedGermangirl。Theywereevidentlycountrypeople，moving，whohadbeenallowedthroughbyspecialpermit。Theeyesofallthesoldierswereturneduponthewomen，and，whilethewaggonmovedby，astepatatime，allthesoldiers’remarksrelatedtothetwowomen。Everyfaceworealmostthesamesmile，reflectingindecentideasaboutthewomen。
　　“Hey，thesausage，he’smovingaway！”
　　“Sellusyourmissis，”saidanothersoldier，addressingtheGerman，whostrodealongwithdowncasteyes，lookingwrathfulandalarmed。