War And Peace: Book 13 - CHAPTER XIX

作者: Leo Tolstoy

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Author: Leo Tolstoy

WHEN A MAN finds himself in movement, he always invents a goal of that

movement. In order to walk a thousand versts, a man must believe that there is

some good beyond those thousand versts. He needs a vision of a promised land to

have the strength to go on moving. The promised land for the French on their

march into Russia was Moscow; on their retreat it was their own country. But

their country was too far; and a man walking a thousand versts must inevitably

put aside his final goal and say to himself every day that he is going to walk

forty versts to a resting-place where he can sleep; and before the first halt

that resting-place has eclipsed the image of the final goal, and all his hopes

and desires are concentrated on it. All impulses manifest in the individual are

always greatly exaggerated in a crowd.

For the French, marching back along the old Smolensk road, the final goal,

their own country, was too remote, and the nearer goal on which all hopes and

desires, enormously intensified by the influence of the crowd, were concentrated

was Smolensk.

It was not because the soldiers knew that there were plentiful supplies in

Smolensk and reinforcements, nor because they were told so (on the contrary, the

generals and Napoleon himself knew that the supplies there were scanty), but

because this was the only thing that could give them the strength to move and to

bear their present hardships, that they—those that knew better and those that

did not alike—deceived themselves, and rushed to Smolensk as to a land of

promise.

When they got out on the high road, the French fled to their imagined goal

with extraordinary energy and unheard-of rapidity. Apart from the common impulse

that bound the crowds of Frenchmen together into one whole and gave them a

certain momentum, there was another cause that held them together, that cause

was their immense number. As in the physical law of gravitation, the immense

mass of them drew the separate atoms to itself. They moved in their mass of

hundreds of thousands like a whole state.

Every man among them longed for one thing only—to surrender and be taken

prisoner, to escape from all the horrors and miseries of his actual position.

But on one hand the momentum of the common impulse toward Smolensk drew each

individual in the same direction. On the other hand, it was out of the question

for a corps to surrender to a squadron; and although the French took advantage

of every convenient opportunity to straggle away from one another, and on the

smallest decent pretext to be taken prisoners, those opportunities did not

always occur. Their very number, and their rapid movement in such a

closely-packed mass, deprived them of such possibilities, and made it not only

difficult but impossible for the Russians to stop that movement into which the

whole energy of that great mass was thrown. No mechanical splitting up of the

body could accelerate beyond certain limits the process of dissolution that was

going on within it.

A snowball cannot be melted instantaneously. There is a certain limit of time

within which no application of heat can thaw the snow. On the contrary, the

greater the heat, the harder the snow that is left.

Of the Russian generals no one but Kutuzov understood this. When the flight

of the French army took its final direction along the Smolensk road, then what

Kutuzov had foreseen on the night of the 11th of October began to come to pass.

All the generals and officers of the Russian army were eager to distinguish

themselves, to cut off the enemy's retreat, to overtake, to capture, to fall

upon the French, and all clamoured for action.

Kutuzov alone used all his powers (and the powers of any commander-in-chief

are far from great) to resist this clamour for attack.

He could not tell them what we can say now: he could not ask them what was

the object of fighting and obstructing the road and losing our men, and

inhumanly persecuting the poor wretches, when one-third of that army melted away

of itself without a battle between Moscow and Vyazma. But drawing from the

stores of his aged wisdom what they could understand, he told them of the golden

bridge, and they laughed at him, slandered him, pushed on and dashed forward,

exulting over the wounded beast.

Near Vyazma, Yermolov, Miloradovitch, Platov, and others, finding themselves

in the neighbourhood of the French, could not resist the desire to cut them off

and to fall upon two French corps. In sending to inform Kutuzov of their

project, they slipped a blank sheet of paper into the envelope instead of the

despatch.

And in spite of Kutuzov's efforts to restrain the army, our soldiers attacked

the French and tried to bar their way. The infantry regiments, we are told,

marched to attack them with music and beating of drums and slew and were slain

by thousands.

But as for cutting off their retreat—none were cut off nor turned aside. And

the French army, brought into closer cohesion by danger, and slowly melting as

it went, kept still on its fatal way to Smolensk.

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