War And Peace: Book 1 - CHAPTER XXIV

作者: Leo Tolstoy

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Author: Leo Tolstoy

AT THE EXACT HOUR, the prince, powdered and shaven, walked into the

dining-room, where there were waiting for him his daughter-in-law, Princess

Marya, Mademoiselle Bourienne, and the prince's architect, who, by a strange

whim of the old gentleman's, dined at his table, though being an insignificant

person of no social standing, he would not naturally have expected to be treated

with such honour. The prince, who was in practice a firm stickler for

distinctions of tank, and rarely admitted to his table even important provincial

functionaries, had suddenly pitched on the architect Mihail Ivanovitch, blowing

his nose in a check pocket-handkerchief in the corner, to illustrate the theory

that all men are equal, and had more than once impressed upon his daughter that

Mihail Ivanovitch was every whit as good as himself and her. At table the prince

addressed his conversation to the taciturn architect more often than to any

one.

In the dining-room, which, like all the other rooms in the house, was

immensely lofty, the prince's entrance was awaited by all the members of his

household and the footmen, standing behind each chair. The butler with a

table-napkin on his arm scanned the setting of the table, making signs to the

footmen, and continually he glanced uneasily from the clock on the wall to the

door, by which the prince was to enter. Prince Andrey stood at an immense golden

frame on the wall that was new to him. It contained the genealogical tree of the

Bolkonskys, and hanging opposite it was a frame, equally immense, with a badly

painted representation (evidently the work of some household artist) of a

reigning prince in a crown, intended for the descendant of Rurik and founder of

the family of the Bolkonsky princes. Prince Andrey looked at this genealogical

tree shaking his head, and he laughed.

“There you have him all over!” he said to Princess Marya as she came up to

him.

Princess Marya looked at her brother in surprise. She did not know what he

was smiling at. Everything her father did inspired in her reverence that did not

admit of criticism.

“Every one has his weak spot,” Prince Andrey went on; “with his vast

intellect to condescend to such triviality!”

Princess Marya could not understand the boldness of her brother's criticism

and was making ready to protest, when the step they were all listening for was

heard coming from the study. The prince walked in with a quick, lively step, as

he always walked, as though intentionally contrasting the elasticity of his

movements with the rigidity of the routine of the house. At that instant the big

clock struck two, and another clock in the drawing-room echoed it in thinner

tones. The prince stood still; his keen, stern eyes gleaming under his bushy,

overhanging brows scanned all the company and rested on the little princess. The

little princess experienced at that moment the sensation that courtiers know on

the entrance of the Tsar, that feeling of awe and veneration that this old man

inspired in every one about him. He stroked the little princess on the head, and

then with an awkward movement patted her on her neck.

“I'm glad, glad to see you,” he said, and looking intently into her eyes he

walked away and sat down in his place. “Sit down, sit down, Mihail Ivanovitch,

sit down.”

He pointed his daughter-in-law to a seat beside him. The footman moved a

chair back for her.

“Ho, ho!” said the old man, looking at her rounded figure. “You've not lost

time; that's bad!” He laughed a dry, cold, unpleasant laugh, laughing as he

always did with his lips, but not with his eyes. “You must have exercise, as

much exercise as possible, as much as possible,” he said.

The little princess did not hear or did not care to hear his words. She sat

dumb and seemed disconcerted. The prince asked after her father, and she began

to talk and to smile. He asked her about common acquaintances; the princess

became more and more animated, and began talking away, giving the prince

greetings from various people and retailing the gossip of the town.

“Poor Countess Apraxin has lost her husband; she has quite cried her eyes

out, poor dear,” she said, growing more and more lively.

As she became livelier, the prince looked more and more sternly at her, and

all at once, as though he had studied her sufficiently and had formed a clear

idea of her, he turned away and addressed Mihail Ivanovitch:

“Well, Mihail Ivanovitch, our friend Bonaparte is to have a bad time of it.

Prince Andrey” (this was how he always spoke of his son) “has been telling me

what forces are being massed against him! While you and I have always looked

upon him as a very insignificant person.”

Mihail Ivanovitch, utterly at a loss to conjecture when “you and I” had said

anything of the sort about Bonaparte, but grasping that he was wanted for the

introduction of the prince's favourite subject, glanced in wonder at the young

prince, not knowing what was to come next.

“He's a great tactician!” said the prince to his son, indicating the

architect, and the conversation turned again on the war, on Bonaparte, and the

generals and political personages of the day. The old prince was, it seemed,

convinced that all the public men of the period were mere babes who had no idea

of the A B C of military and political matters; while Bonaparte, according to

him, was an insignificant Frenchman, who had met with success simply because

there were no Potyomkins and Suvorovs to oppose him. He was even persuaded

firmly that there were no political difficulties in Europe, that there was no

war indeed, but only a sort of marionette show in which the men of the day took

part, pretending to be doing the real thing. Prince Andrey received his father's

jeers at modern people gaily, and with obvious pleasure drew his father out and

listened to him.

“Does everything seem good that was done in the past?” he said; “why, didn't

Suvorov himself fall into the trap Moreau laid for him, and wasn't he unable to

get out of it too?”

“Who told you that? Who said so?” cried the prince. “Suvorov!” And he flung

away his plate, which Tihon very neatly caught. “Suvorov!… Think again, Prince

Andrey. There were two men—Friedrich and Suvorov … Moreau! Moreau would have

been a prisoner if Suvorov's hands had been free, but his hands were tied by the

Hofsskriegswurstschnappsrath; the devil himself would have been in a tight

place. Ah, you'll find out what these Hofskriegswurstschnappsraths are like!

Suvorov couldn't get the better of them, so how is Mihail Kutuzov going to do

it? No, my dear,” he went on; “so you and your generals aren't able to get round

Bonaparte; you must needs call in Frenchmen —set a thief to catch a thief! The

German, Pahlen, has been sent to New York in America to get the Frenchman

Moreau,” he said, alluding to the invitation that had that year been made to

Moreau to enter the Russian service. “A queer business!…Why the Potyomkins, the

Suvorovs, the Orlovs, were they Germans? No, my lad, either you have all lost

your wits, or I have outlived mine. God help you, and we shall see. Bonaparte's

become a great military leader among them! H'm!…”

“I don't say at all that all those plans are good,” said Prince Andrey; “only

I can't understand how you can have such an opinion of Bonaparte. Laugh, if you

like, but Bonaparte is any way a great general!”

“Mihail Ivanovitch!” the old prince cried to the architect, who, absorbed in

the roast meat, hoped they had forgotten him. “Didn't I tell you Bonaparte was a

great tactician? Here he says so too.”

“To be sure, your excellency,” replied the architect. The prince laughed

again his frigid laugh.

“Bonaparte was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He has splendid

soldiers. And he attacked the Germans first too. And any fool can beat the

Germans. From the very beginning of the world every one has beaten the Germans.

And they've never beaten any one. They only conquer each other. He made his

reputation fighting against them.”

And the prince began analysing all the blunders that in his opinion Bonaparte

had committed in his wars and even in politics. His son did not protest, but it

was evident that whatever arguments were advanced against him, he was as little

disposed to give up his opinion as the old prince himself. Prince Andrey

listened and refrained from replying. He could not help wondering how this old

man, living so many years alone and never leaving the country, could know all

the military and political events in Europe of the last few years in such detail

and with such accuracy, and form his own judgment on them.

“You think I'm an old man and don't understand the actual position of

affairs?” he wound up. “But I'll tell you I'm taken up with it! I don't sleep at

nights. Come, where has this great general of yours proved himself to be

such?”

“That would be a long story,” answered his son.

“You go along to your Bonaparte. Mademoiselle Bourienne, here is another

admirer of your blackguard of an emperor!” he cried in excellent French.

“You know that I am not a Bonapartist, prince.”

“God knows when he'll come back …” the prince hummed in falsetto, laughed

still more falsetto, and got up from the table.

The little princess had sat silent during the whole discussion and the rest

of the dinner, looking in alarm first at Princess Marya and then at her

father-in-law. When they left the dinner-table, she took her sister-in-law's arm

and drew her into another room.

“What a clever man your father is,” she said; “perhaps that is why I am

afraid of him.”

“Oh, he is so kind!” said Princess Marya.

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