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Hélène
's
face
became
terrible
,
she
shrieked
and
sprang
aside
.
His
father
's
nature
showed
itself
in
Pierre
.
He
felt
the
fascination
and
delight
of
frenzy
.
He
flung
down
the
slab
,
broke
it
,
and
swooping
down
on
her
with
outstretched
hands
shouted
,
"
Get
out
!
"
in
such
a
terrible
voice
that
the
whole
house
heard
it
with
horror
.
God
knows
what
he
would
have
done
at
that
moment
had
Hélène
not
fled
from
the
room
.
A
week
later
Pierre
gave
his
wife
full
power
to
control
all
his
estates
in
Great
Russia
,
which
formed
the
larger
part
of
his
property
,
and
left
for
Petersburg
alone
.
Two
months
had
elapsed
since
the
news
of
the
battle
of
Austerlitz
and
the
loss
of
Prince
Andrew
had
reached
Bald
Hills
,
and
in
spite
of
the
letters
sent
through
the
embassy
and
all
the
searches
made
,
his
body
had
not
been
found
nor
was
he
on
the
list
of
prisoners
.
What
was
worst
of
all
for
his
relations
was
the
fact
that
there
was
still
a
possibility
of
his
having
been
picked
up
on
the
battlefield
by
the
people
of
the
place
and
that
he
might
now
be
lying
,
recovering
or
dying
,
alone
among
strangers
and
unable
to
send
news
of
himself
.
The
gazettes
from
which
the
old
prince
first
heard
of
the
defeat
at
Austerlitz
stated
,
as
usual
very
briefly
and
vaguely
,
that
after
brilliant
engagements
the
Russians
had
had
to
retreat
and
had
made
their
withdrawal
in
perfect
order
.
The
old
prince
understood
from
this
official
report
that
our
army
had
been
defeated
.
A
week
after
the
gazette
report
of
the
battle
of
Austerlitz
came
a
letter
from
Kutúzov
informing
the
prince
of
the
fate
that
had
befallen
his
son
.
"
Your
son
,
"
wrote
Kutúzov
,
"
fell
before
my
eyes
,
a
standard
in
his
hand
and
at
the
head
of
a
regiment
--
he
fell
as
a
hero
,
worthy
of
his
father
and
his
fatherland
.
To
the
great
regret
of
myself
and
of
the
whole
army
it
is
still
uncertain
whether
he
is
alive
or
not
.
I
comfort
myself
and
you
with
the
hope
that
your
son
is
alive
,
for
otherwise
he
would
have
been
mentioned
among
the
officers
found
on
the
field
of
battle
,
a
list
of
whom
has
been
sent
me
under
flag
of
truce
.
"
After
receiving
this
news
late
in
the
evening
,
when
he
was
alone
in
his
study
,
the
old
prince
went
for
his
walk
as
usual
next
morning
,
but
he
was
silent
with
his
steward
,
the
gardener
,
and
the
architect
,
and
though
he
looked
very
grim
he
said
nothing
to
anyone
.
When
Princess
Mary
went
to
him
at
the
usual
hour
he
was
working
at
his
lathe
and
,
as
usual
,
did
not
look
round
at
her
.
"
Ah
,
Princess
Mary
!
"
he
said
suddenly
in
an
unnatural
voice
,
throwing
down
his
chisel
.
(
The
wheel
continued
to
revolve
by
its
own
impetus
,
and
Princess
Mary
long
remembered
the
dying
creak
of
that
wheel
,
which
merged
in
her
memory
with
what
followed
.
)
She
approached
him
,
saw
his
face
,
and
something
gave
way
within
her
.
Her
eyes
grew
dim
.
By
the
expression
of
her
father
's
face
,
not
sad
,
not
crushed
,
but
angry
and
working
unnaturally
,
she
saw
that
hanging
over
her
and
about
to
crush
her
was
some
terrible
misfortune
,
the
worst
in
life
,
one
she
had
not
yet
experienced
,
irreparable
and
incomprehensible
--
the
death
of
one
she
loved
.
"
Father
!
Andrew
!
"
--
said
the
ungraceful
,
awkward
princess
with
such
an
indescribable
charm
of
sorrow
and
self-forgetfulness
that
her
father
could
not
bear
her
look
but
turned
away
with
a
sob
.
