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Though
five
minutes
before
,
Prince
Andrew
had
been
able
to
say
a
few
words
to
the
soldiers
who
were
carrying
him
,
now
with
his
eyes
fixed
straight
on
Napoleon
,
he
was
silent
...
So
insignificant
at
that
moment
seemed
to
him
all
the
interests
that
engrossed
Napoleon
,
so
mean
did
his
hero
himself
with
his
paltry
vanity
and
joy
in
victory
appear
,
compared
to
the
lofty
,
equitable
,
and
kindly
sky
which
he
had
seen
and
understood
,
that
he
could
not
answer
him
.
Everything
seemed
so
futile
and
insignificant
in
comparison
with
the
stern
and
solemn
train
of
thought
that
weakness
from
loss
of
blood
,
suffering
,
and
the
nearness
of
death
aroused
in
him
.
Looking
into
Napoleon
's
eyes
Prince
Andrew
thought
of
the
insignificance
of
greatness
,
the
unimportance
of
life
which
no
one
could
understand
,
and
the
still
greater
unimportance
of
death
,
the
meaning
of
which
no
one
alive
could
understand
or
explain
.
The
Emperor
without
waiting
for
an
answer
turned
away
and
said
to
one
of
the
officers
as
he
went
:
"
Have
these
gentlemen
attended
to
and
taken
to
my
bivouac
;
let
my
doctor
,
Larrey
,
examine
their
wounds
.
Au
revoir
,
Prince
Repnín
!
"
and
he
spurred
his
horse
and
galloped
away
.
His
face
shone
with
self-satisfaction
and
pleasure
.
The
soldiers
who
had
carried
Prince
Andrew
had
noticed
and
taken
the
little
gold
icon
Princess
Mary
had
hung
round
her
brother
's
neck
,
but
seeing
the
favor
the
Emperor
showed
the
prisoners
,
they
now
hastened
to
return
the
holy
image
.
Prince
Andrew
did
not
see
how
and
by
whom
it
was
replaced
,
but
the
little
icon
with
its
thin
gold
chain
suddenly
appeared
upon
his
chest
outside
his
uniform
.
"
It
would
be
good
,
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
,
glancing
at
the
icon
his
sister
had
hung
round
his
neck
with
such
emotion
and
reverence
,
"
it
would
be
good
if
everything
were
as
clear
and
simple
as
it
seems
to
Mary
.
How
good
it
would
be
to
know
where
to
seek
for
help
in
this
life
,
and
what
to
expect
after
it
beyond
the
grave
!
How
happy
and
calm
I
should
be
if
I
could
now
say
:
'
Lord
,
have
mercy
on
me
!
'
.
.
But
to
whom
should
I
say
that
?
Either
to
a
Power
indefinable
,
incomprehensible
,
which
I
not
only
can
not
address
but
which
I
can
not
even
express
in
words
--
the
Great
All
or
Nothing
-
"
said
he
to
himself
,
"
or
to
that
God
who
has
been
sewn
into
this
amulet
by
Mary
!
There
is
nothing
certain
,
nothing
at
all
except
the
unimportance
of
everything
I
understand
,
and
the
greatness
of
something
incomprehensible
but
all-important
.
"
The
stretchers
moved
on
.
At
every
jolt
he
again
felt
unendurable
pain
;
his
feverishness
increased
and
he
grew
delirious
.
Visions
of
his
father
,
wife
,
sister
,
and
future
son
,
and
the
tenderness
he
had
felt
the
night
before
the
battle
,
the
figure
of
the
insignificant
little
Napoleon
,
and
above
all
this
the
lofty
sky
,
formed
the
chief
subjects
of
his
delirious
fancies
.
