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He
filled
the
girls
'
albums
with
verses
and
music
,
and
having
at
last
sent
Dólokhov
the
whole
forty-three
thousand
rubles
and
received
his
receipt
,
he
left
at
the
end
of
November
,
without
taking
leave
of
any
of
his
acquaintances
,
to
overtake
his
regiment
which
was
already
in
Poland
.
After
his
interview
with
his
wife
Pierre
left
for
Petersburg
.
At
the
Torzhók
post
station
,
either
there
were
no
horses
or
the
postmaster
would
not
supply
them
.
Pierre
was
obliged
to
wait
.
Without
undressing
,
he
lay
down
on
the
leather
sofa
in
front
of
a
round
table
,
put
his
big
feet
in
their
overboots
on
the
table
,
and
began
to
reflect
.
"
Will
you
have
the
portmanteaus
brought
in
?
And
a
bed
got
ready
,
and
tea
?
"
asked
his
valet
.
Pierre
gave
no
answer
,
for
he
neither
heard
nor
saw
anything
.
He
had
begun
to
think
of
the
last
station
and
was
still
pondering
on
the
same
question
--
one
so
important
that
he
took
no
notice
of
what
went
on
around
him
.
Not
only
was
he
indifferent
as
to
whether
he
got
to
Petersburg
earlier
or
later
,
or
whether
he
secured
accommodation
at
this
station
,
but
compared
to
the
thoughts
that
now
occupied
him
it
was
a
matter
of
indifference
whether
he
remained
there
for
a
few
hours
or
for
the
rest
of
his
life
.
The
postmaster
,
his
wife
,
the
valet
,
and
a
peasant
woman
selling
Torzhók
embroidery
came
into
the
room
offering
their
services
.
Without
changing
his
careless
attitude
,
Pierre
looked
at
them
over
his
spectacles
unable
to
understand
what
they
wanted
or
how
they
could
go
on
living
without
having
solved
the
problems
that
so
absorbed
him
.
He
had
been
engrossed
by
the
same
thoughts
ever
since
the
day
he
returned
from
Sokólniki
after
the
duel
and
had
spent
that
first
agonizing
,
sleepless
night
.
But
now
,
in
the
solitude
of
the
journey
,
they
seized
him
with
special
force
.
No
matter
what
he
thought
about
,
he
always
returned
to
these
same
questions
which
he
could
not
solve
and
yet
could
not
cease
to
ask
himself
.
It
was
as
if
the
thread
of
the
chief
screw
which
held
his
life
together
were
stripped
,
so
that
the
screw
could
not
get
in
or
out
,
but
went
on
turning
uselessly
in
the
same
place
.
The
postmaster
came
in
and
began
obsequiously
to
beg
his
excellency
to
wait
only
two
hours
,
when
,
come
what
might
,
he
would
let
his
excellency
have
the
courier
horses
.
It
was
plain
that
he
was
lying
and
only
wanted
to
get
more
money
from
the
traveler
.
"
Is
this
good
or
bad
?
"
Pierre
asked
himself
.
"
It
is
good
for
me
,
bad
for
another
traveler
,
and
for
himself
it
's
unavoidable
,
because
he
needs
money
for
food
;
the
man
said
an
officer
had
once
given
him
a
thrashing
for
letting
a
private
traveler
have
the
courier
horses
.
But
the
officer
thrashed
him
because
he
had
to
get
on
as
quickly
as
possible
.
And
I
,
"
continued
Pierre
,
"
shot
Dólokhov
because
I
considered
myself
injured
,
and
Louis
XVI
was
executed
because
they
considered
him
a
criminal
,
and
a
year
later
they
executed
those
who
executed
him
--
also
for
some
reason
.
What
is
bad
?
What
is
good
?
What
should
one
love
and
what
hate
?
What
does
one
live
for
?
And
what
am
I
?
What
is
life
,
and
what
is
death
?
What
power
governs
all
?
"
There
was
no
answer
to
any
of
these
questions
,
except
one
,
and
that
not
a
logical
answer
and
not
at
all
a
reply
to
them
.
The
answer
was
:
"
You
'll
die
and
all
will
end
.
You
'll
die
and
know
all
,
or
cease
asking
.
"
But
dying
was
also
dreadful
.
The
Torzhók
peddler
woman
,
in
a
whining
voice
,
went
on
offering
her
wares
,
especially
a
pair
of
goatskin
slippers
.
"
I
have
hundreds
of
rubles
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
with
,
and
she
stands
in
her
tattered
cloak
looking
timidly
at
me
,
"
he
thought
.
"
And
what
does
she
want
the
money
for
?
As
if
that
money
could
add
a
hair
's
breadth
to
happiness
or
peace
of
mind
.
Can
anything
in
the
world
make
her
or
me
less
a
prey
to
evil
and
death
?
--
death
which
ends
all
and
must
come
today
or
tomorrow
--
at
any
rate
,
in
an
instant
as
compared
with
eternity
.
"
And
again
he
twisted
the
screw
with
the
stripped
thread
,
and
again
it
turned
uselessly
in
the
same
place
.
