战争与和平(上)-第132章

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After　reporting　himself　to　his　colonel；　being　assigned　to　his　own　squadron；　and　serving　on　orderly　duty　and　going　for　forage；　after　entering　into　all　the　little　interests　of　the　regiment；　and　feeling　himself　deprived　of　liberty　and　nailed　down　within　one　narrow；　unchangeable　framework；　Rostov　had　the　same　feeling　of　peace　and　of　moral　support　and　the　same　sense　of　being　at　home　here；　and　in　his　proper　place；　as　he　had　once　felt　under　his　father’s　roof。　Here　was　none　of　all　that　confusion　of　the　free　world；　where　he　did　not　know　his　proper　place；　and　made　mistakes　in　exercising　free　choice。　There　was　no　Sonya；　with　whom　one　ought　or　ought　not　to　have　a　clear　understanding。　There　was　no　possibility　of　going　to　one　place　or　to　another。　There　were　not　twenty…four　hours　every　day　which　could　be　used　in　so　many　different　ways。　There　were　not　those　innumerable　masses　of　people　of　whom　no　one　was　nearer　or　further　from　one。　There　were　none　of　those　vague　and　undefined　money　relations　with　his　father；　no　memories　of　his　awful　loss　to　Dolohov。　Here　in　the　regiment　everything　was　clear　and　simple。　The　whole　world　was　divided　into　two　unequal　parts：　one；　our　Pavlograd　regiment；　and　the　other—all　the　remainder。　And　with　all　that　great　remainder　one　had　no　concern。　In　the　regiment　everything　was　well　known：　this　man　was　a　lieutenant；　that　one　a　captain；　this　was　a　good　fellow　and　that　one　was　not；　but　most　of　all；　every　one　was　a　comrade。　The　canteen　keeper　would　give　him　credit；　his　pay　would　come　every　four　months。　There　was　no　need　of　thought　or　of　choice；　one　had　only　to　do　nothing　that　was　considered　low　in　the　Pavlograd　regiment；　and　when　occasion　came；　to　do　what　was　clear　and　distinct；　defined　and　commanded；　and　all　would　be　well。
On　becoming　subject　again　to　the　definite　regulations　of　regimental　life；　Rostov　had　a　sense　of　pleasure　and　relief；　such　as　a　weary　man　feels　in　lying　down　to　rest。　The　regimental　life　was　the　greater　relief　to　Rostov　on　this　campaign；　because　after　his　loss　to　Dolohov　（for　which；　in　spite　of　his　family’s　efforts　to　console　him；　he　could　not　forgive　himself）；　he　had　resolved　not　to　serve　as　before；　but　to　atone　for　his　fault　by　good　conduct；　and　by　being　a　thoroughly　good　soldier　and　officer；　that　is　a　good　man；　a　task　so　difficult　in　the　world；　but　so　possible　in　the　regiment。
Rostov　had　determined　to　repay　his　gambling　debt　to　his　parents　in　the　course　of　five　years。　He　had　been　sent　ten　thousand　a　year；　now　he　had　made　up　his　mind　to　take　only　two　thousand；　and　to　leave　the　remainder　to　repay　the　debt　to　his　parents。
After　continual　retreats；　advances；　and　engagements　at　Pultusk　and　Preussisch…Eylau；　our　army　was　concentrated　about　Bartenstein。　They　were　waiting　for　the　arrival　of　the　Tsar　and　the　beginning　of　a　new　campaign。
The　Pavlograd　regiment；　belonging　to　that　part　of　the　army　which　had　been　in　the　campaign　of　1805；　had　stayed　behind　in　Russia　to　make　up　its　full　complement　of　men；　and　did　not　arrive　in　time　for　the　first　actions　of　the　campaign。　It　took　no　part　in　the　battles　of　Pultusk　and　of　Preussisch…Eylau；　and　joining　the　army　in　the　field；　in　the　second　half　of　the　campaign；　was　attached　to　Platov’s　detachment。
Platov’s　detachment　was　acting　independently　of　the　main　army。　Several　times　the　Pavlograd　hussars　had　taken　part　in　skirmishes　with　the　enemy；　had　captured　prisoners；　and　on　one　occasion　had　even　carried　off　the　carriages　of　Marshal　Oudinot。　In　April　the　Pavlograd　hussars　had　for　several　weeks　been　encamped　near　an　utterly　ruined；　empty　German　village；　and　had　not　stirred　from　that　spot。
It　was　thawing；　muddy；　and　cold；　the　ice　had　broken　upon　the　river；　the　roads　had　become　impassable；　for　several　days　there　had　been　neither　provender　for　the　horses　nor　provisions　for　the　men。　Seeing　that　the　transport　of　provisions　was　impossible；　the　soldiers　dispersed　about　the　abandoned　and　desert　villages　to　try　and　find　potatoes；　but　very　few　were　to　be　found　even　of　these。
Everything　had　been　eaten　up；　and　all　the　inhabitants　of　the　district　had　fled；　those　that　remained　were　worse　than　beggars；　and　there　was　nothing　to　be　taken　from　them；　indeed；　the　soldiers；　although　little　given　to　compassion；　often　gave　their　last　ration　to　them。
The　Pavlograd　regiment　had　only　lost　two　men　wounded　in　action；　but　had　lost　almost　half　its　men　from　hunger　and　disease。　In　the　hospitals　they　died　so　invariably；　that　soldiers　sick　with　fever　or　the　swelling　that　came　from　bad　food；　preferred　to　remain　on　duty；　to　drag　their　feeble　limbs　in　the　ranks；　rather　than　to　go　to　the　hospitals。　As　spring　came　on；　the　soldiers　found　a　plant　growing　out　of　the　ground；　like　asparagus；　which　for　some　reason　they　called　Mary’s　sweet…root；　and　they　wandered　about　the　fields　and　meadows　seeking　this　Mary’s　sweet…root　（which　was　very　bitter）。　They　dug　it　up　with　their　swords　and　ate　it；　in　spite　of　all　prohibition　of　this　noxious　root　being　eaten。　In　the　spring　a　new　disease　broke　out　among　the　soldiers；　with　swelling　of　the　hands；　legs；　and　face；　which　the　doctors　attributed　to　eating　this　root。　But　in　spite　of　the　prohibition；　the　soldiers　of　Denisov’s　squadron　in　particular　ate　a　great　deal　of　the　Mary’s　sweet…root；　because　they　had　been　for　a　fortnight　eking　out　the　last　biscuits；　giving　out　only　half　a　pound　a　man；　and　the　potatoes　in　the　last　lot　of　stores　were　sprouting　and　rotten。
The　horses；　too；　had　for　the　last　fortnight　been　fed　on　the　thatched　roofs　of　the　houses；　they　were　hideously　thin；　and　still　covered　with　their　shaggy；　winter　coats；　which　were　coming　off　in　tufts。
In　spite　of　their　destitute　condition；　the　soldiers　and　officers　went　on　living　exactly　as　they　always　did。　Just　as　always；　though　now　with　pale　and　swollen　faces　and　torn　uniforms；　the　hussars　were　drawn　up　for　calling　over；　went　out　to　collect　forage；　cleaned　down　their　horses；　and　rubbed　up　their　arms；　dragged　in　straw　from　the　thatched　roofs　in　place　of　fodder；　and　assembled　for　dinner　round　the　cauldrons；　from　which　they　rose　up　hungry；　making　jokes　over　their　vile　food　and　their　hunger。　Just　as　ever；　in　their　spare　time　off　duty　the　soldiers　lighted　camp…fires；　and　warmed　themselves　naked　before　them；　smoked；　picked　out　and　baked　the　sprouting；　rotten　potatoes；　and　told　and　heard　either　stories　of　Potyomkin’s　and　Suvorov’s　campaigns　or　popular　legends　of　cunning　Alyoshka；　and　of　the　priests’　workman；　Mikolka。
The　officers　lived　as　usual　in　twos　and　threes　in　the　roofless；　broken…down　houses。　The　senior　officers　were　busily　engaged　in　trying　to　get　hold　of　straw　and　potatoes；　and　the　means　of　sustenance　for　the　soldiers　generally；　while　the　younger　ones　spent　their　time　as　they　always　did；　some　over　cards　（money　was　plentiful；　though　there　was　nothing　to　eat）；　others　over　more　innocent　games；　a　sort　of　quoits　and　skittles。　Of　the　general　cause　of　the　campaign　little　was　said；　partly　because　nothing　certain　was　known；　partly　because　there　was　a　vague　feeling　that　the　war　vas　not　going　well。
Rostov　lived　as　before　with　Denisov；　and　the　bond　of　friendship　between　them　had　become　still　closer　since　their　furlough。　Denisov　never　spoke　of　any　of　Rostov’s　family；　but　from　the　tender　affection　the　senior　officer　showed　his　junior；　Rostov　felt　that　the　older　hussar’s　luckless　passion　for　Natasha　had　something　to　do　with　the　strengthening　of　their　friendship。　There　was　no　doubt　that　Denisov　tried　to　take　care　of　Rostov；　and　to　expose　him　as　rarely　as　possible　to　danger；　and　after　action　it　was　with　unmistakable　joy　that　he　saw　him　return　safe　and　sound。　On　one　of　his　foraging　expeditions　in　a　deserted　and　ruined　village　to　which　he　had　come　in　search　of　provisions；　Rostov　found　an　old　Pole　and　his　daughter　with　a　tiny　baby。　They　were　without　clothes　or　food；　they　had　not　the　strength　to　go　away　on　foot；　and　had　no　means　of　getting　driven　away。　Rostov　brought　them　to　his　camp；　installed　them　in　his　own　quarters；　and　maintained　them　for　several　weeks　till　the　old　man　was　better。　One　of　Rostov’s　comrades；　talking　of　women；　began　to　rally　him　on　the　subject；　declaring　that　he　was　the　slyest　fellow　of　the　lot；　and　that　he　ought　to　be　ashamed　not　to　have　introduced　his　comrades；　too；　to　the　pretty　Polish　woman　he　had　rescued。　Rostov　to