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This
procrastinator
Kutúzov
,
whose
motto
was
"
Patience
and
Time
,
"
this
enemy
of
decisive
action
,
gave
battle
at
Borodinó
,
investing
the
preparations
for
it
with
unparalleled
solemnity
.
This
Kutúzov
who
before
the
battle
of
Austerlitz
began
said
that
it
would
be
lost
,
he
alone
,
in
contradiction
to
everyone
else
,
declared
till
his
death
that
Borodinó
was
a
victory
,
despite
the
assurance
of
generals
that
the
battle
was
lost
and
despite
the
fact
that
for
an
army
to
have
to
retire
after
winning
a
battle
was
unprecedented
He
alone
during
the
whole
retreat
insisted
that
battles
,
which
were
useless
then
,
should
not
be
fought
,
and
that
a
new
war
should
not
be
begun
nor
the
frontiers
of
Russia
crossed
.
It
is
easy
now
to
understand
the
significance
of
these
events
--
if
only
we
abstain
from
attributing
to
the
activity
of
the
mass
aims
that
existed
only
in
the
heads
of
a
dozen
individuals
--
for
the
events
and
results
now
lie
before
us
.
But
how
did
that
old
man
,
alone
,
in
opposition
to
the
general
opinion
,
so
truly
discern
the
importance
of
the
people
's
view
of
the
events
that
in
all
his
activity
he
was
never
once
untrue
to
it
?
The
source
of
that
extraordinary
power
of
penetrating
the
meaning
of
the
events
then
occuring
lay
in
the
national
feeling
which
he
possessed
in
full
purity
and
strength
.
Only
the
recognition
of
the
fact
that
he
possessed
this
feeling
caused
the
people
in
so
strange
a
manner
,
contrary
to
the
Tsar
's
wish
,
to
select
him
--
an
old
man
in
disfavor
--
to
be
their
representative
in
the
national
war
.
And
only
that
feeling
placed
him
on
that
highest
human
pedestal
from
which
he
,
the
commander
in
chief
,
devoted
all
his
powers
not
to
slaying
and
destroying
men
but
to
saving
and
showing
pity
on
them
.
That
simple
,
modest
,
and
therefore
truly
great
,
figure
could
not
be
cast
in
the
false
mold
of
a
European
hero
--
the
supposed
ruler
of
men
--
that
history
has
invented
.
To
a
lackey
no
man
can
be
great
,
for
a
lackey
has
his
own
conception
of
greatness
.
The
fifth
of
November
was
the
first
day
of
what
is
called
the
battle
of
Krásnoe
.
Toward
evening
--
after
much
disputing
and
many
mistakes
made
by
generals
who
did
not
go
to
their
proper
places
,
and
after
adjutants
had
been
sent
about
with
counterorders
--
when
it
had
become
plain
that
the
enemy
was
everywhere
in
flight
and
that
there
could
and
would
be
no
battle
,
Kutúzov
left
Krásnoe
and
went
to
Dóbroe
whither
his
headquarters
had
that
day
been
transferred
.
The
day
was
clear
and
frosty
.
Kutúzov
rode
to
Dóbroe
on
his
plump
little
white
horse
,
followed
by
an
enormous
suite
of
discontented
generals
who
whispered
among
themselves
behind
his
back
.
All
along
the
road
groups
of
French
prisoners
captured
that
day
(
there
were
seven
thousand
of
them
)
were
crowding
to
warm
themselves
at
campfires
.
Near
Dóbroe
an
immense
crowd
of
tattered
prisoners
,
buzzing
with
talk
and
wrapped
and
bandaged
in
anything
they
had
been
able
to
get
hold
of
,
were
standing
in
the
road
beside
a
long
row
of
unharnessed
French
guns
.
At
the
approach
of
the
commander
in
chief
the
buzz
of
talk
ceased
and
all
eyes
were
fixed
on
Kutúzov
who
,
wearing
a
white
cap
with
a
red
band
and
a
padded
overcoat
that
bulged
on
his
round
shoulders
,
moved
slowly
along
the
road
on
his
white
horse
.
One
of
the
generals
was
reporting
to
him
where
the
guns
and
prisoners
had
been
captured
.
