战争与和平(上)-第250章

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“Talking？　…　Mutiny！　…　Scoundrels！　Traitors！”　Rostov　shouted；　without　thinking；　in　a　voice　unlike　his　own；　as　he　seized　Karp　by　the　collar。　“Bind　him；　bind　him！”　he　shouted；　though　there　was　no　one　to　bind　him　but　Lavrushka　and　Alpatitch。
Lavrushka；　however；　ran　up　to　Karp　and　seized　his　arms　from　behind。
“Shall　I　call　our　fellows　from　below　the　hill；　your　honour？”　he　shouted。
Alpatitch　turned　to　the　peasants；　calling　upon　two　of　them　by　name　to　bind　Karp。　The　peasants　obediently　stepped　out　of　the　crowd　and　began　undoing　their　belts。
“Where’s　the　village　elder？”　shouted　Rostov。
Dron　with　a　pale　and　frowning　face；　stepped　out　of　the　crowd。
“Are　you　the　elder？　Bind　him；　Lavrushka；”　shouted　Rostov；　as　though　the　order　could　meet　with　no　sort　of　opposition。　And　in　fact　two　peasants　did　begin　binding　Dron；　who　took　off　his　sash；　and　gave　it　them　as　though　to　assist　in　the　operation。
“And　all　of　you；　listen　to　me；”　Rostov　turned　to　the　peasants。　“March　straight　to　your　homes　this　minute；　and　don’t　let　me　hear　your　voices　again。”
“Why；　we　haven’t　done　any　harm。　It　was　all；　do　you　see；　through　foolishness。　Only　a　bit　of　nonsense　…　I　always　said　that　it　wasn’t　the　right　thing；”　said　voices；　blaming　one　another。
“Didn’t　I　tell　you？”　said　Alpatitch；　resuming　his　rightful　position。　“You’ve　done　wrong；　lads。”
“It　was　our　foolishness；　Yakov　Alpatitch；”　answered　voices；　and　the　crowd　at　once　began　to　break　up　and　to　disperse　about　the　village。
The　two　peasants　who　were　bound　they　took　to　the　manor…house。　The　two　drunken　peasants　followed　them。
“Ay；　now　look　at　you！”　said　one　of　them；　addressing　Karp。
“Do　you　suppose　you　can　talk　to　the　gentry　like　that？　What　were　you　thinking　about？　You　are　a　fool；”　put　in　the　other；　“a　regular　fool。”
Within　two　hours　the　horses　and　carts　required　were　standing　in　the　courtyard　of　the　Bogutcharovo　house。　The　peasants　were　eagerly　hurrying　out　and　packing　in　the　carts　their　owners’　goods；　and　Dron；　who　had　at　Princess　Marya’s　desire；　been　released　from　the　lumber…room；　where　they　had　shut　him　up；　was　standing　in　the　yard；　giving　directions　to　the　men。
“Don’t　pack　it　so　carelessly；”　said　one　of　the　peasants；　a　tall　man　with　a　round；　smiling　face；　taking　a　casket　out　of　a　housemaid’s　hands。　“It’s　worth　money　too；　you　may　be　sure。　Why；　if　you　fling　it　down　like　that　or　put　it　under　the　cord；　it　will　get　scratched。　I　don’t　like　to　see　things　done　so。　Let　everything　be　done　honestly；　according　to　rule；　I　say。　There；　like　this；　under　the　matting；　and　cover　it　up　with　hay；　there；　that’s　first…rate。”
“Mercy　on　us；　the　books；　the　books；”　said　another　peasant；　bringing　out　Prince　Andrey’s　bookshelves。　“Mind　you　don’t　stumble！　Ay；　but　it’s　heavy；　lads；　the　books　are　stout　and　solid！”
“Yes；　they　must　have　worked　hard　to　write　them！”　said　a　tall；　round…faced　peasant　pointing　with　a　significant　wink　to　a　lexicon　lying　uppermost。
Rostov；　not　wishing　to　force　his　acquaintance　on　the　princess；　did　not　go　back　to　the　house；　but　remained　at　the　village　waiting　for　her　to　drive　out。　When　Princess　Marya’s　carriage　drove　out　from　the　house；　Rostov　mounted　his　horse　and　escorted　her　as　far　as　the　road　occupied　by　our　troops；　twelve　versts　from　Bogutcharovo。　At　the　inn　at　Yankovo　he　parted　from　her　respectfully；　for　the　first　time　permitting　himself　to　kiss　her　hand。
“How　can　you　speak　of　it！”　he　said；　blushing　in　response　to　Princess　Marya’s　expression　of　gratitude　to　him　for　saving　her；　as　she　called　it。　“Any　police　officer　would　have　done　as　much。　If　we　only　had　to　wage　war　with　peasants；　we　would　not　have　let　the　enemy　advance　so　far；”　he　said；　trying　with　a　sort　of　bashfulness　to　change　the　conversation。　“I　am　only　happy　to　have　had　the　opportunity　of　making　your　acquaintance。　Good…bye；　princess。　I　trust　you　may　find　happiness　and　consolation；　and　I　hope　I　may　meet　you　again　in　happier　circumstances。　If　you　don’t　want　to　make　me　blush；　please　don’t　thank　me。”
But　if　the　princess　thanked　him　no　more　in　words；　she　thanked　him　with　the　whole　expression　of　her　face；　which　was　radiant　with　gratitude　and　warmth。　She　could　not　believe　that　she　had　no　cause　to　thank　him。　On　the　contrary；　to　her　mind　it　was　an　incontestable　fact　that　had　it　not　been　for　him；　she　must　inevitably　have　fallen　a　victim　to　the　rebellious　peasants　or　the　French；　that　he；　to　save　her；　had　exposed　himself　to　obvious　and　fearful　danger；　and　even　more　certain　was　the　fact　that　he　was　a　man　of　noble　and　lofty　soul；　able　to　sympathise　with　her　position　and　her　grief。　His　kindly　and　honest　eyes；　with　tears　starting　to　them　at　the　moment　when　weeping　herself　she　had　spoken　of　her　loss；　haunted　her　imagination。　When　she　had　said　good…bye　to　him　and　was　left　alone；　Princess　Marya　suddenly　felt　tears　in　her　eyes；　and　then—not　for　the　first　time—the　question　occurred　to　her：　“Was　she　in　love　with　him？”　On　the　rest　of　the　way　to　Moscow；　though　the　princess’s　position　was　by　no　means　a　joyful　one；　Dunyasha；　who　was　in　the　carriage　with　her；　noticed　that　her　mistress’s　face　wore　a　vaguely　happy　and　pensive　smile；　as　she　looked　out　of　the　window。
“Well；　what　if　I　have　fallen　in　love　with　him？”　Though　she　was　ashamed　at　acknowledging　to　herself　that　she　had　fallen　in　love　with　a　man　who　would　perhaps　never　care　for　her；　she　comforted　herself　with　the　reflection　that　no　one　would　ever　know　it；　and　she　was　not　to　blame；　if　she　loved　in　secret　for　the　first　and　last　time　and　for　her　whole　life　long。
Sometimes　she　recalled　his　looks；　his　sympathy；　his　words；　and　happiness　seemed　to　her　not　quite　impossible。　And　then　it　was　that　Dunyasha　noticed　that　she　looked　out　of　the　window　smiling。
“And　to　think　that　he　should　come　to　Bogutcharovo　and　at　that　very　moment！”　thought　Princess　Marya。　“And　that　his　sister　should　have　refused　Andrey！”　And　in　all　that；　Princess　Marya　saw　the　hand　of　Providence。
The　impression　made　on　Rostov　by　Princess　Marya　was　a　very　agreeable　one。　When　he　thought　of　her；　he　felt　pleased。　And　when　his　comrades；　hearing　of　his　adventure　at　Bogutcharovo；　rallied　him　on　having　gone　to　look　for　hay；　and　having　picked　up　one　of　the　greatest　heiresses　in　Russia；　it　made　him　angry。　He　was　angry　just　because　the　idea　of　marrying　the　gentle；　and；　to　his　mind；　charming　Princess　Marya　with　her　enormous　fortune　had　more　than　once；　against　his　own　will；　occurred　to　his　mind。　As　far　as　he　personally　was　concerned；　Nikolay　could　have　asked　nothing　better　than　to　have　Princess　Marya　for　his　wife。　To　marry　her　would　make　the　countess；　his　mother；　happy；　and　would　repair　his　father’s　broken　fortunes。　And　it　would　even—Nikolay　felt　it—make　the　happiness　of　the　princess　herself。
But　Sonya？　And　his　promise？　And　that　was　why　it　made　Rostov　angry　to　be　rallied　about　the　Princess　Bolkonsky。


Chapter　15
ON　RECEIVING　THE　CHIEF　COMMAND　of　the　army；　Kutuzov　remembered　Prince　Andrey　and　sent　him　a　summons　to　headquarters。
Prince　Andrey　reached　Tsarevo…Zaimishtche　on　the　very　day　and　at　the　very　hour　when　Kutuzov　was　making　his　first　inspection　of　the　troops。　Prince　Andrey　stopped　in　the　village　at　the　house　of　the　priest；　where　the　commander…in…chief’s　carriage　was　standing；　and　sat　down　on　a　bench　at　the　gate　to　await　his　highness；　as　every　one　now　called　Kutuzov。　From　the　plain　beyond　the　village　came　the　sounds　of　regimental　music；　and　the　roar　of　a　vast　multitude；　shouting　“Hurrah！”　to　the　new　commander…in…chief。　At　the　gate；　some　ten　paces　from　Prince　Andrey；　stood　two　orderlies；　a　courier；　and　a　butler；　taking　advantage　of　their　master’s　absence　to　enjoy　the　fine　weather。　A　swarthy；　little　lieutenant…colonel　of　hussars；　his　face　covered　with　bushy　moustaches　and　whiskers；　rode　up　to　the　gate；　and　glancing　at　Prince　Andrey　asked　whether　his　highness　were　putting　up　here　and　whether　he　would　soon　be　back。
Prince　Andrey　told　him　that　he　did　not　belong　to　his　highness’s　staff；　but　had　only　just　arrived。　The　lieutenant…colonel　of　hussars　turned　to　the　smart　orderly；　and　the　orderly　told　him　with　the　peculiar　scornfulness　with　which　a　commander…in…chief’s　orderlies　do　speak　to　officers：
“His　highness？　We　expect　him　back　immediately。　What　is　your　business？”
The　officer　grinned　i