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And
the
consciousness
that
the
insult
was
not
yet
avenged
,
that
his
rancor
was
still
unspent
,
weighed
on
his
heart
and
poisoned
the
artificial
tranquillity
which
he
managed
to
obtain
in
Turkey
by
means
of
restless
,
plodding
,
and
rather
vainglorious
and
ambitious
activity
.
In
the
year
1812
,
when
news
of
the
war
with
Napoleon
reached
Bucharest
--
where
Kutúzov
had
been
living
for
two
months
,
passing
his
days
and
nights
with
a
Wallachian
woman
--
Prince
Andrew
asked
Kutúzov
to
transfer
him
to
the
Western
Army
.
Kutúzov
,
who
was
already
weary
of
Bolkónski
's
activity
which
seemed
to
reproach
his
own
idleness
,
very
readily
let
him
go
and
gave
him
a
mission
to
Barclay
de
Tolly
.
Before
joining
the
Western
Army
which
was
then
,
in
May
,
encamped
at
Drissa
,
Prince
Andrew
visited
Bald
Hills
which
was
directly
on
his
way
,
being
only
two
miles
off
the
Smolénsk
highroad
.
During
the
last
three
years
there
had
been
so
many
changes
in
his
life
,
he
had
thought
,
felt
,
and
seen
so
much
(
having
traveled
both
in
the
east
and
the
west
)
,
that
on
reaching
Bald
Hills
it
struck
him
as
strange
and
unexpected
to
find
the
way
of
life
there
unchanged
and
still
the
same
in
every
detail
.
He
entered
through
the
gates
with
their
stone
pillars
and
drove
up
the
avenue
leading
to
the
house
as
if
he
were
entering
an
enchanted
,
sleeping
castle
.
The
same
old
stateliness
,
the
same
cleanliness
,
the
same
stillness
reigned
there
,
and
inside
there
was
the
same
furniture
,
the
same
walls
,
sounds
,
and
smell
,
and
the
same
timid
faces
,
only
somewhat
older
.
Princess
Mary
was
still
the
same
timid
,
plain
maiden
getting
on
in
years
,
uselessly
and
joylessly
passing
the
best
years
of
her
life
in
fear
and
constant
suffering
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
was
the
same
coquettish
,
self-satisfied
girl
,
enjoying
every
moment
of
her
existence
and
full
of
joyous
hopes
for
the
future
.
She
had
merely
become
more
self-confident
,
Prince
Andrew
thought
.
Dessalles
,
the
tutor
he
had
brought
from
Switzerland
,
was
wearing
a
coat
of
Russian
cut
and
talking
broken
Russian
to
the
servants
,
but
was
still
the
same
narrowly
intelligent
,
conscientious
,
and
pedantic
preceptor
.
The
old
prince
had
changed
in
appearance
only
by
the
loss
of
a
tooth
,
which
left
a
noticeable
gap
on
one
side
of
his
mouth
;
in
character
he
was
the
same
as
ever
,
only
showing
still
more
irritability
and
skepticism
as
to
what
was
happening
in
the
world
.
Little
Nicholas
alone
had
changed
.
He
had
grown
,
become
rosier
,
had
curly
dark
hair
,
and
,
when
merry
and
laughing
,
quite
unconsciously
lifted
the
upper
lip
of
his
pretty
little
mouth
just
as
the
little
princess
used
to
do
.
He
alone
did
not
obey
the
law
of
immutability
in
the
enchanted
,
sleeping
castle
.
But
though
externally
all
remained
as
of
old
,
the
inner
relations
of
all
these
people
had
changed
since
Prince
Andrew
had
seen
them
last
.
The
household
was
divided
into
two
alien
and
hostile
camps
,
who
changed
their
habits
for
his
sake
and
only
met
because
he
was
there
.
To
the
one
camp
belonged
the
old
prince
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
and
the
architect
;
to
the
other
Princess
Mary
,
Dessalles
,
little
Nicholas
,
and
all
the
old
nurses
and
maids
.
During
his
stay
at
Bald
Hills
all
the
family
dined
together
,
but
they
were
ill
at
ease
and
Prince
Andrew
felt
that
he
was
a
visitor
for
whose
sake
an
exception
was
being
made
and
that
his
presence
made
them
all
feel
awkward
.
Involuntarily
feeling
this
at
dinner
on
the
first
day
,
he
was
taciturn
,
and
the
old
prince
noticing
this
also
became
morosely
dumb
and
retired
to
his
apartments
directly
after
dinner
.
In
the
evening
,
when
Prince
Andrew
went
to
him
and
,
trying
to
rouse
him
,
began
to
tell
him
of
the
young
Count
Kámensky
's
campaign
,
the
old
prince
began
unexpectedly
to
talk
about
Princess
Mary
,
blaming
her
for
her
superstitions
and
her
dislike
of
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
who
,
he
said
,
was
the
only
person
really
attached
to
him
.
The
old
prince
said
that
if
he
was
ill
it
was
only
because
of
Princess
Mary
:
that
she
purposely
worried
and
irritated
him
,
and
that
by
indulgence
and
silly
talk
she
was
spoiling
little
Prince
Nicholas
.
The
old
prince
knew
very
well
that
he
tormented
his
daughter
and
that
her
life
was
very
hard
,
but
he
also
knew
that
he
could
not
help
tormenting
her
and
that
she
deserved
it
.
"
Why
does
Prince
Andrew
,
who
sees
this
,
say
nothing
to
me
about
his
sister
?
Does
he
think
me
a
scoundrel
,
or
an
old
fool
who
,
without
any
reason
,
keeps
his
own
daughter
at
a
distance
and
attaches
this
Frenchwoman
to
himself
?
He
does
n't
understand
,
so
I
must
explain
it
,
and
he
must
hear
me
out
,
"
thought
the
old
prince
.
And
he
began
explaining
why
he
could
not
put
up
with
his
daughter
's
unreasonable
character
.
"
If
you
ask
me
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
without
looking
up
(
he
was
censuring
his
father
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
)
,
"
I
did
not
wish
to
speak
about
it
,
but
as
you
ask
me
I
will
give
you
my
frank
opinion
.
If
there
is
any
misunderstanding
and
discord
between
you
and
Mary
,
I
ca
n't
blame
her
for
it
at
all
.
I
know
how
she
loves
and
respects
you
.
Since
you
ask
me
,
"
continued
Prince
Andrew
,
becoming
irritable
--
as
he
was
always
liable
to
do
of
late
--
"
I
can
only
say
that
if
there
are
any
misunderstandings
they
are
caused
by
that
worthless
woman
,
who
is
not
fit
to
be
my
sister
's
companion
.
"
The
old
man
at
first
stared
fixedly
at
his
son
,
and
an
unnatural
smile
disclosed
the
fresh
gap
between
his
teeth
to
which
Prince
Andrew
could
not
get
accustomed
.
"
What
companion
,
my
dear
boy
?
Eh
?
You
've
already
been
talking
it
over
!
Eh
?
"
"
Father
,
I
did
not
want
to
judge
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
in
a
hard
and
bitter
tone
,
"
but
you
challenged
me
,
and
I
have
said
,
and
always
shall
say
,
that
Mary
is
not
to
blame
,
but
those
to
blame
--
the
one
to
blame
--
is
that
Frenchwoman
.
"
