战争与和平(上)-第82章

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peror　Alexander；　every　word　he　had　uttered；　every　gesture　was　described　and　expatiated　upon　with　enthusiasm。
There　was　but　one　desire　in　all：　under　the　Emperor’s　leadership　to　face　the　enemy　as　soon　as　possible。　Under　the　command　of　the　Emperor　himself　they　would　not　fail　to　conquer　any　one　whatever：　so　thought　Rostov　and　most　of　the　officers　after　the　review。
After　the　review　they　all　felt　more　certain　of　victory　than　they　could　have　been　after　two　decisive　victories。


Chapter　9
THE　DAY　AFTER　THE　REVIEW　Boris　Drubetskoy　put　on　his　best　uniform；　and　accompanied　by　his　comrade　Berg’s　good　wishes　for　his　success；　rode　to　Olmütz　to　see　Bolkonsky；　in　the　hope　of　profiting　by　his　friendliness　to　obtain　a　better　position；　especially　the　position　of　an　adjutant　in　attendance　on　some　personage　of　importance；　a　post　which　seemed　to　him　particularly　alluring。
“It’s　all　very　well　for　Rostov；　whose　father　sends　him　ten　thousand　at　a　time；　to　talk　about　not　caring　to　cringe　to　any　one；　and　not　being　a　lackey　to　any　man。　But　I；　with　nothing　of　my　own　but　my　brains；　have　my　career　to　make；　and　mustn’t　let　opportunities　slip；　but　must　make　the　most　of　them。”
He　did　not　find　Prince　Andrey　at　Olmütz　that　day。　But　the　sight　of　Olmütz—where　were　the　headquarters　and　the　diplomatic　corps；　and　where　both　Emperors　with　their　suites；　their　households；　and　their　court；　were　staying—only　strengthened　his　desire　to　belong　to　this　upper　world。
He　knew　no　one；　and　in　spite　of　his　smart　guardsman’s　uniform；　all　these　exalted　persons；　racing　to　and　fro　about　the　streets　in　their　elegant　carriages；　plumes；　ribbons；　and　orders；　courtiers　and　military　alike；　all　seemed　to　be　so　immeasurably　above　him；　a　little　officer　in　the　Guards；　as　to　be　not　simply　unwilling；　but　positively　unable　to　recognise　his　existence。　At　the　quarters　of　the　commander…in…chief；　Kutuzov；　where　he　asked　for　Bolkonsky；　all　the　adjutants　and　even　the　orderlies　looked　at　him　as　though　they　wished　to　impress　on　him　that　a　great　many　officers　of　his　sort　came　hanging　about　here；　and　that　they　were　all　heartily　sick　of　seeing　them。　In　spite　of　this；　or　rather　in　consequence　of　it；　he　went　again　the　following　day；　the　15th；　after　dinner；　to　Olmütz；　and　going　into　the　house　occupied　by　Kutuzov；　asked　for　Bolkonsky。　Prince　Andrey　was　at　home；　and　Boris　was　ushered　into　a　large　room；　probably　at　some　time　used　for　dancing。　Now　there　were　five　bedsteads　in　it　and　furniture　of　various　kinds：　a　table；　chairs；　a　clavichord。　One　adjutant　was　sitting　in　a　Persian　dressing…gown　writing　at　a　table　near　the　door。　Another；　the　stout；　red…faced　Nesvitsky；　was　lying　on　a　bed；　his　arms　under　his　head；　laughing　with　an　officer　sitting　by　the　bedside。　A　third　was　playing　a　Vienna　waltz　on　the　clavichord；　while　a　fourth　lay　on　the　clavichord；　humming　to　the　tune。　Bolkonsky　was　not　in　the　room。　Not　one　of　these　gentlemen　changed　his　position　on　observing　Boris。　The　one　who　was　writing；　on　being　applied　to　by　Boris；　turned　round　with　an　air　of　annoyance；　and　told　him　that　Bolkonsky　was　the　adjutant　on　duty；　and　that　he　should　go　to　the　door　to　the　left；　into　the　reception…room；　if　he　wanted　to　see　him。　Boris　thanked　him；　and　went　to　the　reception…room。　There　he　found　some　ten　officers　and　generals。
At　the　moment　when　Boris　entered；　Prince　Andrey　dropping　his　eye…lids　disdainfully　（with　that　peculiar　air　of　courteous　weariness　which　so　distinctly　says；　“If　it　were　not　my　duty；　I　would　not　stay　talking　to　you　for　a　minute”）；　was　listening　to　an　old　Russian　general　with　many　decorations；　who；　rigidly　erect；　almost　on　tiptoe；　was　laying　some　matter　before　Prince　Andrey　with　the　obsequious　expression　of　a　common　soldier　on　his　purple　face。
“Very　good；　be　so　kind　as　to　wait　a　moment；”　he　said　to　the　general　in　Russian；　with　that　French　accent　with　which　he　always　spoke　when　he　meant　to　speak　disdainfully；　and　noticing　Boris；　Prince　Andrey　took　no　further　notice　of　the　general　（who　ran　after　him　with　entreaties；　begging　him　to　hear　something　more）；　but　nodded　to　Boris　with　a　bright　smile；　as　he　turned　towards　him。　At　that　moment　Boris　saw　distinctly　what　he　had　had　an　inkling　of　before；　that　is；　that　quite　apart　from　that　subordination　and　discipline；　which　is　written　down　in　the　drill…book；　and　recognised　in　the　regiment　and　known　to　him；　there　was　in　the　army　another　and　more　actual　subordination；　that　which　made　this　rigid；　purple…faced　general　wait　respectfully　while　Prince　Andrey—of　captain’s　rank—found　it　more　in　accordance　with　his　pleasure　to　talk　to　Lieutenant　Drubetskoy。　Boris　felt　more　than　ever　determined　to　follow　in　future　the　guidance　not　of　the　written　code　laid　down　in　the　regulations；　but　of　this　unwritten　code。　He　felt　now　that　simply　because　he　had　been　recommended　to　Prince　Andrey；　he　had　become　at　one　step　superior　to　the　general；　who　in　other　circumstances；　at　the　front；　could　annihilate　a　mere　lieutenant　in　the　guards　like　him。　Prince　Andrey　went　up　to　him　and　shook　hands。
“Very　sorry　you　didn’t　find　me　in　yesterday。　I　was　busy　the　whole　day　with　the　Germans。　We　went　with　Weierother　to　survey　the　disposition。　When　Germans　start　being　accurate；　there’s　no　end　to　it！”
Boris　smiled；　as　though　he　understood；　as　a　matter　of　common　knowledge；　what　Prince　Andrey　was　referring　to。　But　it　was　the　first　time　he　had　heard　the　name　of　Weierother；　or　even　the　word　“disposition”　used　in　that　sense。
“Well；　my　dear　boy；　you　still　want　an　adjutant’s　post？　I　have　been　thinking　about　you　since　I　saw　you。”
“Yes；”　said　Boris；　involuntarily　flushing　for　some　reason；　“I　was　thinking　of　asking　the　commander…in…chief；　he　has　had　a　letter　about　me　from　Prince　Kuragin；　and　I　wanted　to　ask　him　simply　because；”　he　added；　as　though　excusing　himself；　“I　am　afraid　the　guards　won’t　be　in　action。”
“Very　good；　very　good！　we　will　talk　it　over　later；”　said　Prince　Andrey；　“only　let　me　report　on　this　gentleman’s　business　and　I　am　at　your　disposal。”　While　Prince　Andrey　was　away　reporting　to　the　commander…in…chief　on　the　business　of　the　purple…faced　general；　that　general；　who　apparently　did　not　share　Boris’s　views　as　to　the　superior　advantages　of　the　unwritten　code；　glared　at　the　insolent　lieutenant；　who　had　hindered　his　having　his　say　out；　so　that　Boris　began　to　be　uncomfortable。　He　turned　away　and　waited　with　impatience　for　Prince　Andrey　to　come　out　of　the　commander…in…chief’s　room。
“Well；　my　dear　fellow；　I　have　been　thinking　about　you；”　said　Prince　Andrey；　when　they　had　gone　into　the　big　room　with　the　clavichord　in　it。　“It’s　no　use　your　going　to　the　commander…in…chief；　he　will　say　a　lot　of　polite　things　to　you；　will　ask　you　to　dine　with　him”　（“that　wouldn’t　come　amiss　in　the　service　of　that　unwritten　code；”　thought　Boris）；　“but　nothing　more　would　come　of　it；　we　shall　soon　have　a　complete　battalion　of　adjutants　and　orderly　officers。　But　I　tell　you　what　we　will　do：　I　have　a　friend；　a　general　adjutant　and　an　excellent　fellow；　Prince　Dolgorukov。　And　though　you　may　not　be　aware　of　it；　the　fact　is　that　Kutuzov　and　his　staff　and　all　of　us　are　just　now　of　no　account　at　all。　Everything　now　is　concentrated　about　the　Emperor；　so　we’ll　go　together　to　Dolgorukov。　I　have　to　go　to　see　him；　and　I　have　already　spoken　of　you　to　him。　So　we　can　see　whether　he　may　not　think　it　possible　to　find　a　post　for　you　on　his　staff；　or　somewhere　there　nearer　to　the　sun。”
Prince　Andrey　was　always　particularly　keen　over　guiding　a　young　man　and　helping　him　to　attain　worldly　success。　Under　cover　of　this　help　for　another；　which　he　would　never　have　accepted　for　himself；　he　was　brought　into　the　circle　which　bestowed　success；　and　which　attracted　him。　He　very　readily　took　up　Boris’s　cause；　and　went　with　him　to　Prince　Dolgorukov。
It　was　late　in　the　evening　as　they　entered　the　palace　at　Olmütz；　occupied　by　the　Emperors　and　their　retinues。
There　had　been　on　that　same　day　a　council　of　war；　at　which　all　the　members　of　the　Hofkriegsrath　and　the　two　Emperors　had　been　present。　At　the　council　it　had　been　decided；　contrary　to　the　advice　of　the　elder　generals；　Kutuzov　and　Prince　Schwarzenberg；　to　advance　at　once　and　to　fight　a　general　engagement　with　Bonaparte。　The　council　of　war　was　only　just　over　when　Prince　Andrey