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Only
now
,
on
his
visit
to
Bald
Hills
,
did
Pierre
fully
realize
the
strength
and
charm
of
his
friendship
with
Prince
Andrew
.
That
charm
was
not
expressed
so
much
in
his
relations
with
him
as
with
all
his
family
and
with
the
household
.
With
the
stern
old
prince
and
the
gentle
,
timid
Princess
Mary
,
though
he
had
scarcely
known
them
,
Pierre
at
once
felt
like
an
old
friend
.
They
were
all
fond
of
him
already
.
Not
only
Princess
Mary
,
who
had
been
won
by
his
gentleness
with
the
pilgrims
,
gave
him
her
most
radiant
looks
,
but
even
the
one-year-old
"
Prince
Nicholas
"
(
as
his
grandfather
called
him
)
smiled
at
Pierre
and
let
himself
be
taken
in
his
arms
,
and
Michael
Ivánovich
and
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
looked
at
him
with
pleasant
smiles
when
he
talked
to
the
old
prince
.
The
old
prince
came
in
to
supper
;
this
was
evidently
on
Pierre
's
account
.
And
during
the
two
days
of
the
young
man
's
visit
he
was
extremely
kind
to
him
and
told
him
to
visit
them
again
.
When
Pierre
had
gone
and
the
members
of
the
household
met
together
,
they
began
to
express
their
opinions
of
him
as
people
always
do
after
a
new
acquaintance
has
left
,
but
as
seldom
happens
,
no
one
said
anything
but
what
was
good
of
him
.
When
returning
from
his
leave
,
Rostóv
felt
,
for
the
first
time
,
how
close
was
the
bond
that
united
him
to
Denísov
and
the
whole
regiment
.
On
approaching
it
,
Rostóv
felt
as
he
had
done
when
approaching
his
home
in
Moscow
.
When
he
saw
the
first
hussar
with
the
unbuttoned
uniform
of
his
regiment
,
when
he
recognized
red-haired
Deméntyev
and
saw
the
picket
ropes
of
the
roan
horses
,
when
Lavrúshka
gleefully
shouted
to
his
master
,
"
The
count
has
come
!
"
and
Denísov
,
who
had
been
asleep
on
his
bed
,
ran
all
disheveled
out
of
the
mud
hut
to
embrace
him
,
and
the
officers
collected
round
to
greet
the
new
arrival
,
Rostóv
experienced
the
same
feeling
as
when
his
mother
,
his
father
,
and
his
sister
had
embraced
him
,
and
tears
of
joy
choked
him
so
that
he
could
not
speak
.
The
regiment
was
also
a
home
,
and
as
unalterably
dear
and
precious
as
his
parents
'
house
.
When
he
had
reported
himself
to
the
commander
of
the
regiment
and
had
been
reassigned
to
his
former
squadron
,
had
been
on
duty
and
had
gone
out
foraging
,
when
he
had
again
entered
into
all
the
little
interests
of
the
regiment
and
felt
himself
deprived
of
liberty
and
bound
in
one
narrow
,
unchanging
frame
,
he
experienced
the
same
sense
of
peace
,
of
moral
support
,
and
the
same
sense
of
being
at
home
here
in
his
own
place
,
as
he
had
felt
under
the
parental
roof
.
But
here
was
none
of
all
that
turmoil
of
the
world
at
large
,
where
he
did
not
know
his
right
place
and
took
mistaken
decisions
;
here
was
no
Sónya
with
whom
he
ought
,
or
ought
not
,
to
have
an
explanation
;
here
was
no
possibility
of
going
there
or
not
going
there
;
here
there
were
not
twenty-four
hours
in
the
day
which
could
be
spent
in
such
a
variety
of
ways
;
there
was
not
that
innumerable
crowd
of
people
of
whom
not
one
was
nearer
to
him
or
farther
from
him
than
another
;
there
were
none
of
those
uncertain
and
undefined
money
relations
with
his
father
,
and
nothing
to
recall
that
terrible
loss
to
Dólokhov
.
Here
,
in
the
regiment
,
all
was
clear
and
simple
.
The
whole
world
was
divided
into
two
unequal
parts
:
one
,
our
Pávlograd
regiment
;
the
other
,
all
the
rest
.
And
the
rest
was
no
concern
of
his
.
In
the
regiment
,
everything
was
definite
:
who
was
lieutenant
,
who
captain
,
who
was
a
good
fellow
,
who
a
bad
one
,
and
most
of
all
,
who
was
a
comrade
.
The
canteenkeeper
gave
one
credit
,
one
's
pay
came
every
four
months
,
there
was
nothing
to
think
out
or
decide
,
you
had
only
to
do
nothing
that
was
considered
bad
in
the
Pávlograd
regiment
and
,
when
given
an
order
,
to
do
what
was
clearly
,
distinctly
,
and
definitely
ordered
--
and
all
would
be
well
.
Having
once
more
entered
into
the
definite
conditions
of
this
regimental
life
,
Rostóv
felt
the
joy
and
relief
a
tired
man
feels
on
lying
down
to
rest
.
Life
in
the
regiment
,
during
this
campaign
,
was
all
the
pleasanter
for
him
,
because
,
after
his
loss
to
Dólokhov
(
for
which
,
in
spite
of
all
his
family
's
efforts
to
console
him
,
he
could
not
forgive
himself
)
,
he
had
made
up
his
mind
to
atone
for
his
fault
by
serving
,
not
as
he
had
done
before
,
but
really
well
,
and
by
being
a
perfectly
first-rate
comrade
and
officer
--
in
a
word
,
a
splendid
man
altogether
,
a
thing
which
seemed
so
difficult
out
in
the
world
,
but
so
possible
in
the
regiment
.
After
his
losses
,
he
had
determined
to
pay
back
his
debt
to
his
parents
in
five
years
.
He
received
ten
thousand
rubles
a
year
,
but
now
resolved
to
take
only
two
thousand
and
leave
the
rest
to
repay
the
debt
to
his
parents
.
