战争与和平(上)-第50章

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“All　the　same；　my　dear　fellow；”　he　said；　gazing　from　a　distance　at　his　finger…nails；　and　wrinkling　up　the　skin　over　his　left　eye；　“notwithstanding　my　high　esteem　for　the　holy　Russian　armament；　I　own　that　your　victory　is　not　so　remarkably　victorious。”
He　went　on　talking　in　French；　only　uttering　in　Russian　those　words　to　which　he　wished　to　give　a　contemptuous　intonation。
“Why？　with　the　whole　mass　of　your　army　you　fell　upon　the　unlucky　Mortier　with　one　division；　and　Mortier　slipped　through　your　fingers？　Where’s　the　victory？”
“Seriously　speaking；　though；”　answered　Prince　Andrey；　“we　can　at　least　say　without　boasting　that　it’s　rather　better　than　Ulm…”
“Why　didn’t　you　capture　us　one；　at　least；　one　marshal？”
“Because　everything　isn’t　done　as　one　expects　it　will　be；　and　things　are　not　as　regular　as　on　parade。　We　had　expected；　as　I　told　you；　to　attack　the　enemy　in　the　rear　at　seven　o’clock　in　the　morning；　but　we　did　not　arrive　at　it　until　five　o’clock　in　the　evening。”
“But　why　didn’t　you　do　it　at　seven　in　the　morning？　You　ought　to　have　done　it　at　seven　in　the　morning；”　said　Bilibin；　smiling；　“you　ought　to　have　done　it　at　seven　in　the　morning。”
“Why　didn’t　you　succeed　in　impressing　on　Bonaparte　by　diplomatic　methods　that　he　had　better　leave　Genoa　alone？”　said　Prince　Andrey　in　the　same　tone。
“I　know；”　broke　in　Bilibin；　“you　are　thinking　that　it’s　very　easy　to　capture　marshals；　sitting　on　the　sofa　by　one’s　fireside。　That’s　true；　but　still　why　didn’t　you　capture　him？　And　you　needn’t　feel　surprised　if　the　most　august　Emperor　and　King　Francis；　like　the　war　minister；　is　not　very　jubilant　over　your　victory。　Why；　even　I；　a　poor　secretary　of　the　Russian　Embassy；　feel　no　necessity　to　testify　my　rejoicing　by　giving　my　Franz　a　thaler　and　sending　him　out　for　a　holiday　to　disport　himself　with　his　Liebchen　on　the　Prater…though　it’s　true　there　is　no　Prater　here…”　He　looked　straight　at　Prince　Andrey　and　suddenly　let　the　creases　drop　out　of　his　puckered　forehead。
“Now　it’s　my　turn　to　ask　you　‘why；’　my　dear　boy；”　said　Bolkonsky。　“I　must　own　that　I　don’t　understand　it；　perhaps　there　are　diplomatic　subtleties　in　it　that　are　beyond　my　feeble　intellect；　but　I　can’t　make　it　out。　Mack　loses　a　whole　army；　Archduke　Ferdinand　and　Archduke　Karl　give　no　sign　of　life　and　make　one　blunder　after　another；　Kutuzov　alone　gains　at　last　a　decisive　victory；　breaks　the　prestige　of　invincibility　of　the　French；　and　the　minister　of　war　does　not　even　care　to　learn　the　details！”
“For　that　very　reason；　my　dear　boy；　don’t　you　see！　Hurrah　for　the　Tsar；　for　Russia；　for　the　faith！　That’s　all　very　nice；　but　what　have　we；　I　mean　the　Austrian　court；　to　do　with　your　victories？　You　bring　us　good　news　of　a　victory　of　Archduke　Karl　or　Ferdinand—one　archduke’s　as　good　as　the　other；　as　you　know—if　it’s　only　a　victory　over　a　fire　brigade　of　Bonaparte；　and　it　will　be　another　matter；　it　will　set　the　cannons　booming。　But　this　can　only　tantalise　us；　as　if　it　were　done　on　purpose。　Archduke　Karl　does　nothing；　Archduke　Ferdinand　covers　himself　with　disgrace；　you　abandon　Vienna；　give　up　its　defence；　as　though　you　would　say　to　us；　God　is　with　us；　and　the　devil　take　you　and　your　capital。　One　general；　whom　we　all　loved；　Schmidt；　you　put　in　the　way　of　a　bullet；　and　then　congratulate　us　on　your　victory！…You　must　admit　that　anything　more　exasperating　than　the　news　you　have　brought　could　not　be　conceived。　It’s　as　though　it　were　done　on　purpose；　done　on　purpose。　But　apart　from　that；　if　you　were　to　gain　a　really　brilliant　victory；　if　Archduke　Karl　even　were　to　win　a　victory；　what　effect　could　it　have　on　the　general　course　of　events？　It’s　too　late　now；　when　Vienna　is　occupied　by　the　French　forces。”
“Occupied？　Vienna　occupied？”
“Not　only　is　Vienna　occupied；　but　Bonaparte　is　at　Sch？nbrunn；　and　the　count—our　dear　Count　Urbna—is　setting　off　to　receive　his　orders。”
After　the　fatigues　and　impressions　of　his　journey　and　his　reception；　and　even　more　after　the　dinner　he　had　just　eaten；　Bolkonsky　felt　that　he　could　not　take　in　all　the　significance　of　the　words　he　had　just　heard。
“Count　Lichtenfels　was　here　this　morning；”　pursued　Bilibin；　“and　he　showed　me　a　letter　containing　a　full　description　of　the　parade　of　the　French　at　Vienna。　Prince　Murat　and　all　the　rest　of　it　…　You　see　that　your　victory　is　not　a　great　matter　for　rejoicing；　and　that　you　can’t　be　received　as　our　deliverer…”
“Really；　I　don’t　care　about　that；　I　don’t　care　in　the　slightest！”　said　Prince　Andrey；　beginning　to　understand　that　his　news　of　the　battle　before　Krems　was　really　of　little　importance　in　view　of　such　an　event　as　the　taking　of　the　capital　of　Austria。　“How　was　Vienna　taken？　And　its　bridge　and　its　famous　fortifications；　and　Prince　Auersperg？　We　heard　rumours　that　Prince　Auersperg　was　defending　Vienna；”　said　he。
“Prince　Auersperg　is　stationed　on　this　side—our　side—and　is　defending　us；　defending　us　very　ineffectually；　I　imagine；　but　any　way　he　is　defending　us。　But　Vienna’s　on　the　other　side　of　the　river。　No；　the　bridge　has　not　been　taken；　and　I　hope　it　won’t　be　taken；　because　it　is　mined　and　orders　have　been　given　to　blow　it　up。　If　it　were　not　so；　we　should　have　long　ago　been　in　the　mountains　of　Bohemia；　and　you　and　your　army　would　have　spent　a　bad　quarter　of　an　hour　between　two　fires。”
“But　still　that　doesn’t　mean　that　the　campaign　is　over；”　said　Prince　Andrey。
“But　I　believe　that　it　is　over。　And　so　do　all　the　big…wigs　here；　though　they　don’t　dare　to　say　so。　It　will　be　as　I　said　at　the　beginning　of　the　campaign；　that　the　matter　will　not　be　settled　by　your　firing　before　D？renstein；　not　by　gunpowder；　but　by　those　who　invented　it；”　said　Bilibin；　repeating　one　of　his　mots；　letting　the　creases　run　out　of　his　forehead　and　pausing。　“The　only　question　is　what　the　meeting　of　the　Emperor　Alexander　and　the　Prussian　king　may　bring　forth。　If　Prussia　enters　the　alliance；　they　will　force　Austria’s　hand　and　there　will　be　war。　If　not；　the　only　point　will　be　to　arrange　where　to　draw　up　the　articles　of　the　new　Campo　Formio。”
“But　what　an　extraordinary　genius！”　cried　Prince　Andrey　suddenly；　clenching　his　small　hand　and　bringing　it　down　on　the　table。　“And　what　luck　the　man　has！”
“Buonaparte？”　said　Bilibin　interrogatively；　puckering　up　his　forehead　and　so　intimating　that　a　mot　was　coming。　“Buonaparte？”　he　said；　with　special　stress　on　the　u。　“I　think；　though；　that　now　when　he　is　dictating　laws　to　Austria　from　Sch？nbrunn；　we　must　let　him　off　the　u。　I　shall　certainly　adopt　the　innovation；　and　call　him　simply　Bonaparte。”
“No；　joking　apart；”　said　Prince　Andrey；　“do　you　really　believe　the　campaign　is　over？”
“I’ll　tell　you　what　I　think。　Austria　has　been　made　a　fool　of；　and　she　is　not　used　to　that。　And　she’ll　avenge　it。　And　she　has　been　made　a　fool　of　because　in　the　first　place　her　provinces　have　been　pillaged　（they　say　the　Holy　Russian　armament　is　plundering　them　cruelly）；　her　army　has　been　destroyed；　her　capital　has　been　taken；　and　all　this　for　the　sweet　sake　of　his　Sardinian　Majesty。　And　so　between　ourselves；　my　dear　boy；　my　instinct　tells　me　we　are　being　deceived；　my　instinct　tells　me　of　negotiations　with　France　and　projects　of　peace；　a　secret　peace；　concluded　separately。”
“Impossible！”　said　Prince　Andrey。　“That　would　be　too　base。”
“Time　will　show；”　said　Bilibin；　letting　the　creases　run　off　his　forehead　again　in　token　of　being　done　with　the　subject。
When　Prince　Andrey　went　to　the　room　that　had　been　prepared　for　him；　and　lay　down　in　the　clean　linen　on　the　feather…bed　and　warmed　and　fragrant　pillows；　he　felt　as　though　the　battle　of　which　he　brought　tidings　was　far；　far　away　from　him。　The　Prussian　alliance；　the　treachery　of　Austria；　the　new　triumph　of　Bonaparte；　the　levée　and　parade　and　the　audience　of　Emperor　Francis　next　day；　engrossed　his　attention。　He　closed　his　eyes　and　instantly　his　ears　were　ringing　with　the　cannonade；　the　firing　of　muskets；　and　the　creaking　of　wheels；　and　again　he　saw　the　long　line　of　musketeers　running　down…hill　and　the　French　firing；　and　he　felt　his　heart　beating　and　saw　himself　galloping　in　front　of　the　lines　with　Schmidt；　and；　the　bullets　whizzing　merrily　around　him；　and　he　knew　that　sense　of　intensified　joy　in　living