战争与和平(上)-第287章

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ee　hands。　We　come　to　one　and　ask；　From　whom　did　you　get　it？　From　so　and　so。　And　the　next　refers　us　on　to　so　and　so；　and　in　that　way　they　traced　it　to　Vereshtchagin　…　a　half…educated　merchant’s　son；　one　of　those　pretty　dears；　you　know；”　said　the　adjutant　smiling。　“He　too　was　asked；　From　whom　did　you　get　it？　And　we　knew　very　well　from　whom　he　had　it　really。　He　could　have　had　it　from　no　one　but　the　director　of　the　post…office。　But　it　was　clear　there　was　an　understanding　between　them。　He　says　he　got　it　from　no　one；　but　had　composed　it　himself。　And　threaten　him　and　question　him　as　they　would；　he　stuck　to　it；　he　had　written　it　himself。　So　the　matter　was　reported；　and　the　count　had　him　sent　for。　‘From　whom　did　you　get　the　proclamation？’　‘I　wrote　it　myself。’　Well！　you　know　the　count；”　said　the　adjutant；　with　a　smile　of　pride　and　delight。　“He　was　fearfully　angry；　and　only　fancy　the　insolence；　and　lying；　and　stubbornness！”
“Oh！　the　count　wanted　him　to　say　it　was　from　Klutcharyov；　I　understand；”　said　Pierre。
“Oh　no；　not　at　all；”　said　the　adjutant　in　dismay。　“Klutcharyov　had　sins　enough　to　answer　for　without　that；　and　that’s　why　he　was　banished。　But　any　way；　the　count　was　very　indignant。　‘How　could　you　write　it？’　says　the　count。　He　took　up　the　Hamburg　Gazette　that　was　on　the　table。　‘Here　it　is。　You　did　not　compose　it；　but　translated　it；　and　very　badly　too；　because　you　don’t　even　know　French；　you　fool。’　What　do　you　think？　‘No；’　says　he；　‘I　have　never　read　any　gazettes；　I　made　it　up。’　‘But　if　so；　you’re　a　traitor；　and　I’ll　hand　you　over　for　judgment；　and　you　will　be　hanged。’　‘Tell　us　from　whom　you　got　it。’　‘I　have　not　seen　any　gazettes；　I　composed　it。’　So　the　matter　rests。　The　count　sent　for　the　father；　he　sticks　to　the　same　story。　And　they　had　him　tried；　and　he　was　sentenced；　I　believe；　to　hard　labour。　Now　the　father　has　come　to　petition　in　his　favour。　But　he　is　a　worthless　young　scamp！　You　know　the　style　of　spoilt　merchant’s　son；　a　regular　dandy　and　lady…killer；　has　attended　lectures　of　some　sort；　and　so　fancies　that　he’s　above　everybody。　A　regular　young　scamp！　His　father　has　an　eating…house　here　on　the　Kamenny　bridge；　and　in　the　shop；　you　know；　there　is　a　great　picture　of　God　the　Supporter　of　All；　represented　with　a　sceptre　in　one　hand　and　the　empire　in　the　other；　well；　he　took　that　picture　home　for　a　few　days；　and　what　do　you　suppose　he　did！　He　got　hold　of　some　wretched　painter…”


Chapter　11
IN　THE　MIDDLE　of　this　new　story　Pierre　was　summoned　to　the　governor。
He　went　into　Count　Rastoptchin’s　study。　Rastoptchin；　frowning；　passed　his　hand　across　his　forehead　and　eyes　as　Pierre　entered。　A　short　man　was　saying　something；　but　as　soon　as　Pierre　walked　in　he　stopped；　and　went　out。
“Ah！　greetings　to　you；　valiant　warrior；”　said　Rastoptchin　as　soon　as　the　other　man　had　left　the　room。　“We　have　been　hearing　about　your　prouesses！　But　that’s　not　the　point。　Mon　cher；　entre　nous；　are　you　a　mason？”　said　Count　Rastoptchin　in　a　severe　tone；　that　suggested　that　it　was　a　crime　to　be　so；　but　that　he　intended　to　pardon　it。　Pierre　did　not　speak。　“Mon　cher；　je　suis　bien　informé；　but　I　know　that　there　are　masons　and　masons；　and　I　hope　you　don’t　belong　to　those　among　them　who；　by　way　of　regenerating　the　human　race；　are　trying　to　ruin　Russia。”
“Yes；　I　am　a　mason；”　answered　Pierre。
“Well　then；　look　here；　my　dear　boy。　You　are　not　unaware；　I　dare　say；　of　the　fact　that　Speransky　and　Magnitsky　have　been　sent—to　their　proper　place—and　the　same　has　been　done　with　Klutcharyov　and　the　others　who；　under　the　guise　of　building　up　the　temple　of　Solomon；　have　been　trying　to　destroy　the　temple　of　their　fatherland。　You　may　take　it　for　granted　there　are　good　reasons　for　it；　and　that　I　could　not　have　banished　the　director　of　the　post…office　here　if　he　had　not　been　a　dangerous　person。　Now；　it　has　reached　my　ears　that　you　sent　him　your　carriage　to　get　out　of　the　town；　and　that　you　have　even　taken　charge　of　his　papers。　I　like　you；　and　wish　you　no　harm；　and　as　you　are　half　my　age；　I　advise　you；　as　a　father　might；　to　break　off　all　connection　with　people　of　that　sort；　and　to　get　away　from　here　yourself　as　quickly　as　you　can。”
“But　what　was　Klutcharyov’s　crime？”　asked　Pierre
“That’s　my　business；　and　it’s　not　yours　to　question　me；”　cried　Rastoptchin。
“If　he　is　accused　of　having　circulated　Napoleon’s　proclamation；　the　charge　has　not　been　proved；”　said　Pierre；　not　looking　at　Rastoptchin。　“And　Vereshtchagin…”
“Nous　y　voilà；”　Rastoptchin　suddenly　broke　in；　scowling　and　shouting　louder　than　ever。　“Vereshtchagin　is　a　traitor　and　a　deceiver；　who　will　receive　the　punishment　he　deserves；”　he　said；　with　the　vindictiveness　with　which　people　speak　at　the　recollection　of　an　affront。　“But　I　did　not　send　for　you　to　criticise　my　actions；　but　in　order　to　give　you　advice　or　a　command；　if　you　will　have　it　so。　I　beg　you　to　break　off　all　connection　with　Klutcharyov　and　his　set；　and　to　leave　the　town。　And　I’ll　knock　the　nonsense　out　of　them；　wherever　I　may　find　it。”　And；　probably　becoming　conscious　that　he　was　taking　a　heated　tone　with　Bezuhov；　who　was　as　yet　guilty　of　no　offence；　he　added；　taking　Pierre’s　hand　cordially：　“We　are　on　the　eve　of　a　public　disaster；　and　I　haven’t　time　to　say　civil　things　to　every　one　who　has　business　with　me。　My　head　is　at　times　in　a　perfect　whirl。　Well；　what　are　you　going　to　do；　you　personally？”
“Oh；　nothing；”　answered　Pierre；　with　his　eyes　still　downcast；　and　no　change　in　the　expression　of　his　dreamy　face
The　count　frowned。
“Un　conseil　d’ami；　mon　cher。　Decamp；　and　as　soon　as　may　be；　that’s　my　advice。　A　bon　entendeur；　salut！　Good…bye；　my　dear　boy。　Oh；　by　the　way；”　he　called　after　him　at　the　door；　“is　it　true　the　countess　has　fallen　into　the　clutches　of　the　holy　fathers　of　the　Society　of　Jesus？”
Pierre　made　no　answer。　He　walked　out　from　Rastoptchin’s　room；　scowling　and　wrathful　as　he　had　never　been　seen　before。
By　the　time　he　reached　home　it　was　getting　dark。　Eight　persons　of　different　kinds　were　waiting　on　him　that　evening。　A　secretary　of　a　committee；　the　colonel　of　his　battalion　of　militia；　his　steward；　his　bailiff；　and　other　persons　with　petitions。　All　of　them　had　business　matters　with　Pierre；　which　he　had　to　settle。　He　had　no　understanding　of　their　questions；　nor　interest　in　them；　and　answered　them　with　the　sole　object　of　getting　rid　of　these　people。　At　last　he　was　left　alone；　and　he　broke　open　and　read　his　wife’s　letter。
“They—the　soldiers　on　the　battery；　Prince　Andrey　killed　…　the　old　man。…　Simplicity　is　submission　to　God’s　will。　One　has　to　suffer…the　significance　of　the　whole…one　must　harness　all　together…my　wife　is　going　to　be　married。…　One　must　forget　and　understand　…”　And；　without　undressing；　he　threw　himself　on　his　bed　and　at　once　fell　asleep。
When　he　waked　up　next　morning　his　steward　came　in　to　announce　that　a　police　official　was　below；　sent　expressly　by　Count　Rastoptchin　to　find　out　whether　Count　Bezuhov　had　gone；　or　was　going　away。
A　dozen　different　people　were　waiting　in　the　drawing…room　to　see　Pierre　on　business。　Pierre　dressed　in　haste；　and　instead　of　going　down　to　see　them；　he　ran　down　the　back　staircase　and　out　by　the　back　entry　to　the　gates。
From　that　moment　till　the　occupation　of　Moscow　was　over；　no　one　of　Bezuhov’s　household　saw　him　again；　nor　could　discover　his　whereabouts；　in　spite　of　every　effort　to　track　him　down。


Chapter　12
THE　ROSTOVS　remained　in　Moscow　till　the　1st　of　September；　the　day　before　the　enemy　entered　the　city。
After　Petya　had　joined　Obolensky’s　regiment　of　Cossacks　and　had　gone　away　to　Byely　Tserkov；　where　the　regiment　was　being　enrolled；　the　countess　fell　into　a　panic　of　terror。　The　idea　that　both　her　sons　were　at　the　war；　that　they　had　both　escaped　from　under　her　wing；　that　any　day　either　of　them—and　possibly　even　both　at　once；　like　the　three　sons　of　a　lady　of　her　acquaintance—might　be　killed；　seemed　for　the　first　time　that　summer　to　strike　her　imagination　with　cruel　vividness。　She　tried　to　get　Nikolay　back；　wanted　to　go　herself　after　Petya；　or　to　obtain　some　post　for　him　in　Petersburg；　but　all　these　seemed　equally　impossible。　Petya　could　not　be　brought　back　except　by　the　return　of　his　regiment；　or　through　being　tra