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"
Ah
,
my
God
!
my
God
!
When
one
thinks
who
and
what
--
what
trash
--
can
cause
people
misery
!
"
he
said
with
a
malignity
that
alarmed
Princess
Mary
.
She
understood
that
when
speaking
of
"
trash
"
he
referred
not
only
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
the
cause
of
her
misery
,
but
also
to
the
man
who
had
ruined
his
own
happiness
.
"
Andrew
!
One
thing
I
beg
,
I
entreat
of
you
!
"
she
said
,
touching
his
elbow
and
looking
at
him
with
eyes
that
shone
through
her
tears
.
"
I
understand
you
"
(
she
looked
down
)
.
"
Do
n't
imagine
that
sorrow
is
the
work
of
men
.
Men
are
His
tools
.
"
She
looked
a
little
above
Prince
Andrew
's
head
with
the
confident
,
accustomed
look
with
which
one
looks
at
the
place
where
a
familiar
portrait
hangs
.
"
Sorrow
is
sent
by
Him
,
not
by
men
.
Men
are
His
instruments
,
they
are
not
to
blame
.
If
you
think
someone
has
wronged
you
,
forget
it
and
forgive
!
We
have
no
right
to
punish
.
And
then
you
will
know
the
happiness
of
forgiving
.
"
"
If
I
were
a
woman
I
would
do
so
,
Mary
.
That
is
a
woman
's
virtue
.
But
a
man
should
not
and
can
not
forgive
and
forget
,
"
he
replied
,
and
though
till
that
moment
he
had
not
been
thinking
of
Kurágin
,
all
his
unexpended
anger
suddenly
swelled
up
in
his
heart
.
"
If
Mary
is
already
persuading
me
to
forgive
,
it
means
that
I
ought
long
ago
to
have
punished
him
,
"
he
thought
.
And
giving
her
no
further
reply
,
he
began
thinking
of
the
glad
vindictive
moment
when
he
would
meet
Kurágin
who
he
knew
was
now
in
the
army
Princess
Mary
begged
him
to
stay
one
day
more
,
saying
that
she
knew
how
unhappy
her
father
would
be
if
Andrew
left
without
being
reconciled
to
him
,
but
Prince
Andrew
replied
that
he
would
probably
soon
be
back
again
from
the
army
and
would
certainly
write
to
his
father
,
but
that
the
longer
he
stayed
now
the
more
embittered
their
differences
would
become
.
"
Good-by
,
Andrew
!
Remember
that
misfortunes
come
from
God
,
and
men
are
never
to
blame
,
"
were
the
last
words
he
heard
from
his
sister
when
he
took
leave
of
her
.
"
Then
it
must
be
so
!
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
as
he
drove
out
of
the
avenue
from
the
house
at
Bald
Hills
.
"
She
,
poor
innocent
creature
,
is
left
to
be
victimized
by
an
old
man
who
has
outlived
his
wits
.
The
old
man
feels
he
is
guilty
,
but
can
not
change
himself
.
My
boy
is
growing
up
and
rejoices
in
life
,
in
which
like
everybody
else
he
will
deceive
or
be
deceived
.
And
I
am
off
to
the
army
.
Why
?
I
myself
do
n't
know
.
I
want
to
meet
that
man
whom
I
despise
,
so
as
to
give
him
a
chance
to
kill
and
laugh
at
me
!
"
These
conditions
of
life
had
been
the
same
before
,
but
then
they
were
all
connected
,
while
now
they
had
all
tumbled
to
pieces
.
Only
senseless
things
,
lacking
coherence
,
presented
themselves
one
after
another
to
Prince
Andrew
's
mind
.
Prince
Andrew
reached
the
general
headquarters
of
the
army
at
the
end
of
June
.
The
first
army
,
with
which
was
the
Emperor
,
occupied
the
fortified
camp
at
Drissa
;
the
second
army
was
retreating
,
trying
to
effect
a
junction
with
the
first
one
from
which
it
was
said
to
be
cut
off
by
large
French
forces
.
Everyone
was
dissatisfied
with
the
general
course
of
affairs
in
the
Russian
army
,
but
no
one
anticipated
any
danger
of
invasion
of
the
Russian
provinces
,
and
no
one
thought
the
war
would
extend
farther
than
the
western
,
the
Polish
,
provinces
.
