战争与和平(上)-第25章
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rm。 This young man is the count’s son；” she added more softly； “It is a terrible moment。”
Having uttered these words she approached the doctor。
“Dear doctor；” she said to him； “this young man is the count’s son。 Is there any hope？”
The doctor did not speak but rapidly shrugged his shoulders and turned up his eyes。 With precisely the same gesture Anna Mihalovna moved her shoulders and eyes； almost closing her eyelids； sighed and went away from the doctor to Pierre。 She addressed Pierre with peculiar deference and tender melancholy。
“Have faith in His mercy；” she said to him； and indicating a sofa for him to sit down and wait for her； she went herself with inaudible steps towards the door； at which every one was looking； and after almost noiselessly opening it； she vanished behind it。
Pierre； having decided to obey his monitress in everything； moved towards the sofa she had pointed out to him。 As soon as Anna Mihalovna had disappeared； he noticed that the eyes of all the persons in the room were fixed upon him with something more than curiosity and sympathy in their gaze。 He noticed that they were all whispering together； looking towards him with something like awe and even obsequious deference。 They showed him a respect such as had never been shown him before。 A lady； a stranger to him； the one who had been talking to the priest； got up and offered him her place。 An adjutant picked up the glove Pierre had dropped and handed it to him。 The doctors respectfully paused in their talk when he passed by them and moved aside to make way for him。 Pierre wanted at first to sit somewhere else； so as not to trouble the lady； he would have liked to pick up the glove himself and to walk round the doctors； who were really not at all in the way。 But he felt all at once that to do so would be improper； he felt that he was that night a person who had to go through a terrible ceremony which every one expected of him； and that for that reason he was bound to accept service from every one。 He took the glove from the adjutant in silence； sat down in the lady’s place； laying his big hands on his knees； sitting in the na？vely symmetrical pose of an Egyptian statue； and decided mentally that it must all inevitably be like this； and that to avoid losing his head and doing something stupid； he must for that evening not act on his own ideas； but abandon himself wholly to the will of those who were guiding him。
Two minutes had not elapsed before Prince Vassily came majestically into the room； wearing his coat with three stars on it； and carrying his head high。 He looked as though he had grown thinner since the morning。 His eyes seemed larger than usual as he glanced round the room； and caught sight of Pierre。 He went up to him； took his hand （a thing he had never done before）； and drew it downwards； as though he wanted to try its strength。
“Courage； courage； mon ami。 He has asked to see you； that is well …” and he would have gone on； but Pierre thought it fitting to ask： “How is …？” He hesitated； not knowing whether it was proper for him to call the dying man “the count”； he felt ashamed to call him “father。”
“He has had another stroke half…an…hour ago。 Courage； mon ami。”
Pierre was in a condition of such mental confusion that the word stroke aroused in his mind the idea of a blow from some heavy body。 He looked in perplexity at Prince Vassily； and only later grasped that an attack of illness was called a stroke。 Prince Vassily said a few words to Lorrain as he passed and went to the door on tiptoe。 He could not walk easily on tiptoe； and jerked his whole person up and down in an ungainly fashion。 He was followed by the eldest princess； then by the clergy and church attendants； some servants too went in at the door。 Through that door a stir could be heard； and at last Anna Mihalovna； with a face still pale but resolute in the performance of duty； ran out and touching Pierre on the arm； said：
“The goodness of heaven is inexhaustible； it is the ceremony of extreme unction which they are beginning。 Come。”
Pierre went in； stepping on to the soft carpet； and noticed that the adjutant and the unknown lady and some servants too； all followed him in； as though there were no need now to ask permission to enter that room。
Chapter 20
PIERRE KNEW WELL that great room； divided by columns and an arch； and carpeted with Persian rugs。 The part of the room behind the columns； where on one side there stood a high mahogany bedstead with silken hangings； and on the other a huge case of holy pictures； was brightly and decoratively lighted up； as churches are lighted for evening service。 Under the gleaming ornamentation of the case stood a long invalid chair； and in the chair； on snow…white； uncrumpled； freshly changed pillows； covered to the waist with a bright green quilt； Pierre recognised the majestic figure of his father； Count Bezuhov； with the grey shock of hair like a lion’s mane over his broad forehead； and the characteristically aristocratic； deep lines on his handsome； reddish…yellow face。 He was lying directly under the holy pictures： both his great stout arms were lying on the quilt。 In his right hand； which lay with the palm downwards； a wax candle had been thrust between the thumb and forefinger； and an old servant bending down over the chair held it in it。 About the chair stood the clergy in their shining ceremonial vestments； with their long hair pulled out over them。 They held lighted candles in their hands； and were performing the service with deliberate solemnity。 A little behind them stood the two younger princesses holding handkerchiefs to their eyes； and in front of them the eldest； Katish； stood with a vindictive and determined air； never for an instant taking her eyes off the holy image； as though she were declaring to all that she would not answer for herself； if she were to look around。 Anna Mihalovna with a countenance of meek sorrow and forgiveness stood at the door with the unknown lady。 Prince Vassily was standing close to the invalid chair on the other side of the door。 He had drawn a carved； velvet chair up to him； and was leaning on the back of it with his left hand； in which he held a candle； while with his right he crossed himself； turning his eyes upwards every time as he put his finger to his forehead。 His face expressed quiet piety and submission to the will of God。 “If you don’t understand such feelings； so much the worse for you；” his face seemed to say。
Behind him stood the adjutant； the doctors； and the men…servants； the men and the women had separated as though they were in church。 All were silently crossing themselves； nothing was audible but the reading of the service； the subdued； deep bass singing； and in the intervals of silence sighs could be heard and the shuffling of feet。 With a significant air； which showed she knew what she was about； Anna Mihalovna walked right across the room to Pierre and gave him a candle。 He lighted it； and absorbed in watching the people around him； he absent…mindedly crossed himself with the hand in which he held the candle。 The youngest princess； Sophie； the rosy； laughing one with the mole； was looking at him。 She smiled； hid her face in her handkerchief； and for a long while did not uncover it。 But looking at Pierre again； again she laughed。 She was apparently unable to look at him without laughing； but could not resist looking at him； and to be out of temptation； she softly moved behind a column。 In the middle of the service the voices of the priests suddenly ceased； and they whispered something to one another。 The old servant； who was holding the count’s hand； got up and turned to the ladies。 Anna Mihalovna stepped forward and； stooping over the sick man； she beckoned behind her back to Lorrain。 The French doctor had been leaning against the column without a candle； in the respectful attitude of the foreigner； who would show that in spite of the difference of religion he comprehends all the solemnity of the ceremony and even approves of it。 With the noiseless steps of a man in full vigour of his age； he went up to the sick man。 His delicate； white fingers lifted his disengaged hand from the quilt； and turning away； the doctor began feeling the pulse in a
