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Chapter 13

  • That same night, having taken leave of the Minister of War, Bolkonski set of_o rejoin the army, not knowing where he would find it and fearing to b_aptured by the French on the way to Krems.
  • In Brunn everybody attached to the court was packing up, and the heavy baggag_as already being dispatched to Olmutz. Near Hetzelsdorf Prince Andrew struc_he high road along which the Russian army was moving with great haste and i_he greatest disorder. The road was so obstructed with carts that it wa_mpossible to get by in a carriage. Prince Andrew took a horse and a Cossac_rom a Cossack commander, and hungry and weary, making his way past th_aggage wagons, rode in search of the commander in chief and of his ow_uggage. Very sinister reports of the position of the army reached him as h_ent along, and the appearance of the troops in their disorderly fligh_onfirmed these rumors.
  • "Cette armee russe que l'or de l'Angleterre a transportee des extremites d_'univers, nous allons lui faire eprouver le meme sort—(le sort de l'arme_'Ulm)."[[32]](footnotes.xml#footnote_32) He remembered these words i_onaparte's address to his army at the beginning of the campaign, and the_woke in him astonishment at the genius of his hero, a feeling of wounde_ride, and a hope of glory. "And should there be nothing left but to die?" h_hought. "Well, if need be, I shall do it no worse than others." He looke_ith disdain at the endless confused mass of detachments, carts, guns,
  • artillery, and again baggage wagons and vehicles of all kinds overtaking on_nother and blocking the muddy road, three and sometimes four abreast. Fro_ll sides, behind and before, as far as ear could reach, there were the rattl_f wheels, the creaking of carts and gun carriages, the tramp of horses, th_rack of whips, shouts, the urging of horses, and the swearing of soldiers,
  • orderlies, and officers. All along the sides of the road fallen horses were t_e seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitar_oldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from thei_ompanies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returne_rom them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks. At each ascent o_escent of the road the crowds were yet denser and the din of shouting mor_ncessant. Soldiers floundering knee-deep in mud pushed the guns and wagon_hemselves. Whips cracked, hoofs slipped, traces broke, and lungs wer_trained with shouting. The officers directing the march rode backward an_orward between the carts. Their voices were but feebly heard amid the uproa_nd one saw by their faces that they despaired of the possibility of checkin_his disorder. "Here is our dear Orthodox Russian army," thought Bolkonski,
  • recalling Bilibin's words. Wishing to find out where the commander in chie_as, he rode up to a convoy. Directly opposite to him came a strange one-hors_ehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials an_ooking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche. A soldie_as driving, and a woman enveloped in shawls sat behind the apron under th_eather hood of the vehicle. Prince Andrew rode up and was just putting hi_uestion to a soldier when his attention was diverted by the desperate shriek_f the woman in the vehicle. An officer in charge of transport was beating th_oldier who was driving the woman's vehicle for trying to get ahead of others,
  • and the strokes of his whip fell on the apron of the equipage. The woma_creamed piercingly. Seeing Prince Andrew she leaned out from behind the apro_nd, waving her thin arms from under the woolen shawl, cried: "Mr. Aide-de-
  • camp! Mr. Aide-de-camp!… For heaven's sake… Protect me! What will become o_s? I am the wife of the doctor of the Seventh Chasseurs… . They won't let u_ass, we are left behind and have lost our people… " "I'll flatten you into _ancake!" shouted the angry officer to the soldier. "Turn back with you_lut!" "Mr. Aide-de-camp! Help me!… What does it all mean?" screamed th_octor's wife. "Kindly let this cart pass. Don't you see it's a woman?" sai_rince Andrew riding up to the officer. The officer glanced at him, an_ithout replying turned again to the soldier. "I'll teach you to push on!…
  • Back!" "Let them pass, I tell you!" repeated Prince Andrew, compressing hi_ips. "And who are you?" cried the officer, turning on him with tipsy rage,
  • "who are you? Are you in command here? Eh? I am commander here, not you! G_ack or I'll flatten you into a pancake," repeated he. This expressio_vidently pleased him. "That was a nice snub for the little aide-de-camp,"
  • came a voice from behind. Prince Andrew saw that the officer was in that stat_f senseless, tipsy rage when a man does not know what he is saying. He sa_hat his championship of the doctor's wife in her queer trap might expose hi_o what he dreaded more than anything in the world—to ridicule; but hi_nstinct urged him on. Before the officer finished his sentence Prince Andrew,
  • his face distorted with fury, rode up to him and raised his riding whip.
  • "Kind… ly let—them—pass!" The officer flourished his arm and hastily rod_way. "It's all the fault of these fellows on the staff that there's thi_isorder," he muttered. "Do as you like." Prince Andrew without lifting hi_yes rode hastily away from the doctor's wife, who was calling him he_eliverer, and recalling with a sense of disgust the minutest details of thi_umiliating scene he galloped on to the village where he was told that th_ommander in chief was. On reaching the village he dismounted and went to th_earest house, intending to rest if but for a moment, eat something, and tr_o sort out the stinging and tormenting thoughts that confused his mind. "Thi_s a mob of scoundrels and not an army," he was thinking as he went up to th_indow of the first house, when a familiar voice called him by name. He turne_ound. Nesvitski's handsome face looked out of the little window. Nesvitski,
  • moving his moist lips as he chewed something, and flourishing his arm, calle_im to enter. "Bolkonski! Bolkonski!… Don't you hear? Eh? Come quick… " h_houted. Entering the house, Prince Andrew saw Nesvitski and another adjutan_aving something to eat. They hastily turned round to him asking if he had an_ews. On their familiar faces he read agitation and alarm. This wa_articularly noticeable on Nesvitski's usually laughing countenance. "Where i_he commander in chief?" asked Bolkonski. "Here, in that house," answered th_djutant. "Well, is it true that it's peace and capitulation?" aske_esvitski. "I was going to ask you. I know nothing except that it was all _ould do to get here." "And we, my dear boy! It's terrible! I was wrong t_augh at Mack, we're getting it still worse," said Nesvitski. "But sit dow_nd have something to eat." "You won't be able to find either your baggage o_nything else now, Prince. And God only knows where your man Peter is," sai_he other adjutant. "Where are headquarters?" "We are to spend the night i_naim." "Well, I have got all I need into packs for two horses," sai_esvitski. "They've made up splendid packs for me—fit to cross the Bohemia_ountains with. It's a bad lookout, old fellow! But what's the matter wit_ou? You must be ill to shiver like that," he added, noticing that Princ_ndrew winced as at an electric shock. "It's nothing," replied Prince Andrew.
  • He had just remembered his recent encounter with the doctor's wife and th_onvoy officer. "What is the commander in chief doing here?" he asked. "_an't make out at all," said Nesvitski. "Well, all I can make out is tha_verything is abominable, abominable, quite abominable!" said Prince Andrew,
  • and he went off to the house where the commander in chief was. Passing b_utuzov's carriage and the exhausted saddle horses of his suite, with thei_ossacks who were talking loudly together, Prince Andrew entered the passage.
  • Kutuzov himself, he was told, was in the house with Prince Bagration an_eyrother. Weyrother was the Austrian general who had succeeded Schmidt. I_he passage little Kozlovski was squatting on his heels in front of a clerk.
  • The clerk, with cuffs turned up, was hastily writing at a tub turned botto_pwards. Kozlovski's face looked worn—he too had evidently not slept al_ight. He glanced at Prince Andrew and did not even nod to him. "Second line…
  • have you written it?" he continued dictating to the clerk. "The Kie_renadiers, Podolian… " "One can't write so fast, your honor," said the clerk,
  • glancing angrily and disrespectfully at Kozlovski. Through the door came th_ounds of Kutuzov's voice, excited and dissatisfied, interrupted by another,
  • an unfamiliar voice. From the sound of these voices, the inattentive wa_ozlovski looked at him, the disrespectful manner of the exhausted clerk, th_act that the clerk and Kozlovski were squatting on the floor by a tub so nea_o the commander in chief, and from the noisy laughter of the Cossacks holdin_he horses near the window, Prince Andrew felt that something important an_isastrous was about to happen. He turned to Kozlovski with urgent questions.
  • "Immediately, Prince," said Kozlovski. "Dispositions for Bagration." "Wha_bout capitulation?" "Nothing of the sort. Orders are issued for a battle."
  • Prince Andrew moved toward the door from whence voices were heard. Just as h_as going to open it the sounds ceased, the door opened, and Kutuzov with hi_agle nose and puffy face appeared in the doorway. Prince Andrew stood righ_n front of Kutuzov but the expression of the commander in chief's one soun_ye showed him to be so preoccupied with thoughts and anxieties as to b_blivious of his presence. He looked straight at his adjutant's face withou_ecognizing him. "Well, have you finished?" said he to Kozlovski. "One moment,
  • your excellency." Bagration, a gaunt middle-aged man of medium height with _irm, impassive face of Oriental type, came out after the commander in chief.
  • "I have the honor to present myself," repeated Prince Andrew rather loudly,
  • handing Kutuzov an envelope. "Ah, from Vienna? Very good. Later, later!"
  • Kutuzov went out into the porch with Bagration. "Well, good-by, Prince," sai_e to Bagration. "My blessing, and may Christ be with you in your grea_ndeavor!" His face suddenly softened and tears came into his eyes. With hi_eft hand he drew Bagration toward him, and with his right, on which he wore _ing, he made the sign of the cross over him with a gesture evidentl_abitual, offering his puffy cheek, but Bagration kissed him on the nec_nstead. "Christ be with you!" Kutuzov repeated and went toward his carriage.
  • "Get in with me," said he to Bolkonski. "Your excellency, I should like to b_f use here. Allow me to remain with Prince Bagration's detachment." "Get in,"
  • said Kutuzov, and noticing that Bolkonski still delayed, he added: "I nee_ood officers myself, need them myself!" They got into the carriage and drov_or a few minutes in silence. "There is still much, much before us," he said,
  • as if with an old man's penetration he understood all that was passing i_olkonski's mind. "If a tenth part of his detachment returns I shall than_od," he added as if speaking to himself. Prince Andrew glanced at Kutuzov'_ace only a foot distant from him and involuntarily noticed the carefull_ashed seams of the scar near his temple, where an Ismail bullet had pierce_is skull, and the empty eye socket. "Yes, he has a right to speak so calml_f those men's death," thought Bolkonski. "That is why I beg to be sent t_hat detachment," he said. Kutuzov did not reply. He seemed to have forgotte_hat he had been saying, and sat plunged in thought. Five minutes later,
  • gently swaying on the soft springs of the carriage, he turned to Princ_ndrew. There was not a trace of agitation on his face. With delicate irony h_uestioned Prince Andrew about the details of his interview with the Emperor,
  • about the remarks he had heard at court concerning the Krems affair, and abou_ome ladies they both knew.