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Wait
and
we
shall
see
!
Continual
maneuvers
,
continual
advances
!
"
thought
he
.
"
What
for
?
Only
to
distinguish
themselves
!
As
if
fighting
were
fun
.
They
are
like
children
from
whom
one
ca
n't
get
any
sensible
account
of
what
has
happened
because
they
all
want
to
show
how
well
they
can
fight
.
But
that
's
not
what
is
needed
now
.
"
And
what
ingenious
maneuvers
they
all
propose
to
me
!
It
seems
to
them
that
when
they
have
thought
of
two
or
three
contingencies
"
(
he
remembered
the
general
plan
sent
him
from
Petersburg
)
"
they
have
foreseen
everything
.
But
the
contingencies
are
endless
.
"
The
undecided
question
as
to
whether
the
wound
inflicted
at
Borodinó
was
mortal
or
not
had
hung
over
Kutúzov
's
head
for
a
whole
month
.
On
the
one
hand
the
French
had
occupied
Moscow
.
On
the
other
Kutúzov
felt
assured
with
all
his
being
that
the
terrible
blow
into
which
he
and
all
the
Russians
had
put
their
whole
strength
must
have
been
mortal
.
But
in
any
case
proofs
were
needed
;
he
had
waited
a
whole
month
for
them
and
grew
more
impatient
the
longer
he
waited
.
Lying
on
his
bed
during
those
sleepless
nights
he
did
just
what
he
reproached
those
younger
generals
for
doing
.
He
imagined
all
sorts
of
possible
contingencies
,
just
like
the
younger
men
,
but
with
this
difference
,
that
he
saw
thousands
of
contingencies
instead
of
two
or
three
and
based
nothing
on
them
.
The
longer
he
thought
the
more
contingencies
presented
themselves
.
He
imagined
all
sorts
of
movements
of
the
Napoleonic
army
as
a
whole
or
in
sections
--
against
Petersburg
,
or
against
him
,
or
to
outflank
him
.
He
thought
too
of
the
possibility
(
which
he
feared
most
of
all
)
that
Napoleon
might
fight
him
with
his
own
weapon
and
remain
in
Moscow
awaiting
him
.
Kutúzov
even
imagined
that
Napoleon
's
army
might
turn
back
through
Medýn
and
Yukhnóv
,
but
the
one
thing
he
could
not
foresee
was
what
happened
--
the
insane
,
convulsive
stampede
of
Napoleon
's
army
during
its
first
eleven
days
after
leaving
Moscow
:
a
stampede
which
made
possible
what
Kutúzov
had
not
yet
even
dared
to
think
of
--
the
complete
extermination
of
the
French
.
Dórokhov
's
report
about
Broussier
's
division
,
the
guerrillas
'
reports
of
distress
in
Napoleon
's
army
,
rumors
of
preparations
for
leaving
Moscow
,
all
confirmed
the
supposition
that
the
French
army
was
beaten
and
preparing
for
flight
.
But
these
were
only
suppositions
,
which
seemed
important
to
the
younger
men
but
not
to
Kutúzov
.
With
his
sixty
years
'
experience
he
knew
what
value
to
attach
to
rumors
,
knew
how
apt
people
who
desire
anything
are
to
group
all
news
so
that
it
appears
to
confirm
what
they
desire
,
and
he
knew
how
readily
in
such
cases
they
omit
all
that
makes
for
the
contrary
.
And
the
more
he
desired
it
the
less
he
allowed
himself
to
believe
it
.
This
question
absorbed
all
his
mental
powers
.
All
else
was
to
him
only
life
's
customary
routine
.
To
such
customary
routine
belonged
his
conversations
with
the
staff
,
the
letters
he
wrote
from
Tarútino
to
Madame
de
Staël
,
the
reading
of
novels
,
the
distribution
of
awards
,
his
correspondence
with
Petersburg
,
and
so
on
.
But
the
destruction
of
the
French
,
which
he
alone
foresaw
,
was
his
heart
's
one
desire
.
On
the
night
of
the
eleventh
of
October
he
lay
leaning
on
his
arm
and
thinking
of
that
.
There
was
a
stir
in
the
next
room
and
he
heard
the
steps
of
Toll
,
Konovnítsyn
,
and
Bolkhovítinov
.
"
Eh
,
who
's
there
?
Come
in
,
come
in
!
What
news
?
"
the
field
marshal
called
out
to
them
.
While
a
footman
was
lighting
a
candle
,
Toll
communicated
the
substance
of
the
news
.
"
Who
brought
it
?
"
asked
Kutúzov
with
a
look
which
,
when
the
candle
was
lit
,
struck
Toll
by
its
cold
severity
.
"
There
can
be
no
doubt
about
it
,
your
Highness
.
"
