War And Peace: Book 1 - CHAPTER XXI

作者: Leo Tolstoy

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Author: Leo Tolstoy

THERE WAS by now no one in the reception-room except Prince Vassily and the

eldest princess, who were in eager conversation together, sitting under the

portrait of Catherine. They were mute at once on seeing Pierre and his

companion, and the princess concealed something as Pierre fancied and murmured:

“I can't stand the sight of that woman.”

“Katish has had tea served in the little drawing-room,” Prince Vassily said

to Anna Mihalovna. “Go, my poor Anna Mihalovna, take something or you will not

hold out.”

To Pierre he said nothing; he simply pressed his arm sympathetically. Pierre

and Anna Mihalovna went on into the little drawing-room.

“There is nothing so reviving as a cup of this excellent Russian tea, after a

sleepless night,” said Lorrain with an air of restrained briskness, sipping it

out of a delicate china cup without a handle, as he stood in the little circular

drawing-room close to a table laid with tea-things and cold supper-dishes. All

who were in Count Bezuhov's house on that night had, with a view to fortifying

themselves, gathered around the table. Pierre remembered well that little

circular drawing-room with its mirrors and little tables. When there had been

balls in the count's house, Pierre, who could not dance, had liked sitting in

that little room full of mirrors, watching the ladies in ball-dresses with

pearls and diamonds on their bare shoulders, as they crossed that room and

looked at themselves in the brightly lighted mirrors that repeated their

reflections several times. Now the same room was dimly lighted with two candles,

and in the middle of the night the tea-set and supper-dishes stood in disorder

on one of the little tables, and heterogeneous, plainly dressed persons were

sitting at it, whispering together, and showing in every word that no one could

forget what was passing at that moment and what was still to come in the

bedroom. Pierre did not eat anything, though he felt very much inclined to. He

looked round inquiringly towards his monitress, and perceived that she had gone

out again on tiptoe into the reception-room where Prince Vassily had remained

with the eldest princess. Pierre supposed that this too was an inevitable part

of the proceedings, and, after a little delay, he followed her. Anna Mihalovna

was standing beside the princess, and they were both talking at once in excited

tones.

“Allow me, madam, to know what is and what is not to be done,” said the

princess, who was apparently in the same exasperated temper as she had been when

she slammed the door of her room.

“But, dear princess,” Anna Mihalovna was saying mildly and persuasively,

blocking up the way towards the bedroom and not letting the princess pass.

“Would that not be too great a tax on poor uncle at such a moment, when he needs

repose? At such moments to talk of worldly matters when his soul is already

prepared …”

Prince Vassily was sitting in a low chair in his habitual attitude, with one

leg crossed high above the other. His cheeks were twitching violently, and when

they relaxed, they looked heavier below; but he wore the air of a man little

interested in the two ladies' discussion.

“No, my dear Anna Mihalovna, let Katish act on her own discretion. You know

how the count loves her.”

“I don't even know what is in this document,” said the princess, addressing

Prince Vassily, and pointing to the inlaid portfolio which she held in her hand.

“All I know is that the real will is in the bureau, and this is a paper that has

been forgotten. …”

She tried to get round Anna Mihalovna, but the latter, with another little

skip, barred her way again.

“I know, dear, sweet princess,” said Anna Mihalovna, taking hold of the

portfolio, and so firmly that it was clear she would not readily let go of it

again. “Dear princess, I beg you, I beseech you, spare him. I entreat

you.”

The princess did not speak. All that was heard was the sound of a scuffle

over the portfolio. There could be no doubt that if she were to speak, she would

say nothing complimentary to Anna Mihalovna. The latter kept a tight grip, but

in spite of that her voice retained all its sweet gravity and softness.

Pierre, come here, my dear boy. He will not be one too many, I should

imagine, in a family council; eh, prince?”

“Why don't you speak, mon cousin?” the princess shrieked all of a

sudden, so loudly that they heard her voice, and were alarmed by it in the

drawing-room. “Why don't you speak when here a meddling outsider takes upon

herself to interfere, and make a scene on the very threshold of a dying man's

room? Scheming creature,” she muttered viciously, and tugged at the portfolio

with all her might, but Anna Mihalovna took a few steps forward so as not to

lose her grasp of it and changed hands.

“Ah,” said Prince Vassily, in reproachful wonder. He got up. “It is

ridiculous. Come, let go. I tell you.” The princess let go.

“And you.”

Anna Mihalovna did not heed him.

“Let go, I tell you. I will take it all upon myself. I will go and ask him. I

… you let it alone.”

“But, prince,” said Anna Mihalovna, “after this solemn sacrament, let him

have a moment's peace. Here, Pierre, tell me your opinion,” she turned to the

young man, who going up to them was staring in surprise at the exasperated face

of the princess, which had thrown off all appearance of decorum, and the

twitching cheeks of Prince Vassily.

“Remember that you will have to answer for all the consequences,” said Prince

Vassily sternly; “you don't know what you are doing.”

“Infamous woman,” shrieked the princess, suddenly pouncing on Anna Mihalovna

and tearing the portfolio from her. Prince Vassily bowed his head and flung up

his hands.

At that instant the door, the dreadful door at which Pierre had gazed so

long, and which had opened so softly, was flung rapidly, noisily open, banging

against the wall, and the second princess ran out wringing her hands.

“What are you about?” she said, in despair. “He is passing away, and you

leave me alone.”

The eldest princess dropped the portfolio. Swiftly Anna Mihalovna stooped

and, snatching up the object of dispute, ran into the bedroom. The eldest

princess and Prince Vassily recovering themselves followed her. A few minutes

later the eldest princess came out again with a pale, dry face, biting her

underlip. At the sight of Pierre her face expressed irrepressible hatred.

“Yes, now you can give yourself airs,” she said, “you have got what you

wanted.” And breaking into sobs, she hid her face in her handkerchief and ran

out of the room.

The next to emerge was Prince Vassily. He staggered to the sofa, on which

Pierre was sitting, and sank on to it, covering his eyes with his hand. Pierre

noticed that he was pale, and that his lower jaw was quivering and working as

though in ague.

“Ah, my dear boy,” he said, taking Pierre by the elbow—and there was a

sincerity and a weakness in his voice that Pierre had never observed in him

before—“what sins, what frauds we commit, and all for what? I'm over fifty, my

dear boy. … I too. … It all ends in death, all. Death is awful.” He burst into

tears.

Anna Mihalovna was the last to come out. She approached Pierre with soft,

deliberate steps. “Pierre,” she said. Pierre looked inquiringly at her. She

kissed the young man on the forehead, wetting him with her tears. She did not

speak for a while.

“He is no more. …”

Pierre gazed at her over his spectacles.

“Come. I will take you back. Try to cry. Nothing relieves like tears.”

She led him into the dark drawing-room, and Pierre was glad that no one could

see his face. Anna Mihalovna left him, and when she came back he was fast asleep

with his arm under his head.

The next morning Anna Mihalovna said to Pierre: “Yes, my dear boy, it is a

great loss for us all. I do not speak of you. But God will uphold you; you are

young, and now you are at the head of an immense fortune, I hope. The will has

not been opened yet. I know you well enough to know that this will not turn your

head, but it will impose duties upon you and you must be a man.”

Pierre did not speak.

“Perhaps, later, I may tell you, my dear boy, that if I had not been there

God knows what would have happened. You know, my uncle promised me, only the day

before yesterday, not to forget Boris. But he had no time. I hope, dear friend,

that you will fulfil your father's desire.”

Pierre did not understand a word, and colouring shyly, looked dumbly at Anna

Mihalovna. After talking to him, Anna Mihalovna drove to the Rostovs', and went

to bed. On waking in the morning, she told the Rostovs and all her acquaintances

the details of Count Bezuhov's death. She said that the count had died, as she

would wish to die herself, that his end had been not simply touching, but

edifying; that the last interview of the father and son had been so touching

that she could not recall it without tears; and that she did not know which had

behaved more nobly in those terrible moments: the father, who had remembered

everything and every one so well at the last, and had said such moving words to

his son; or Pierre, whom it was heartbreaking to see, so utterly crushed was he,

though he yet tried to conceal his grief, so as not to distress his dying

father. “It is painful, but it does one good; it uplifts the soul to see such

men as the old count and his worthy son,” she said. She told them about the

action of the princess and Prince Vassily too, but in great secrecy, in

whispers, and with disapproval.

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