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Of
all
those
present
,
evidently
he
alone
was
not
seeking
anything
for
himself
,
nursed
no
hatred
against
anyone
,
and
only
desired
that
the
plan
,
formed
on
a
theory
arrived
at
by
years
of
toil
,
should
be
carried
out
.
He
was
ridiculous
,
and
unpleasantly
sarcastic
,
but
yet
he
inspired
involuntary
respect
by
his
boundless
devotion
to
an
idea
.
Besides
this
,
the
remarks
of
all
except
Pfuel
had
one
common
trait
that
had
not
been
noticeable
at
the
council
of
war
in
1805
:
there
was
now
a
panic
fear
of
Napoleon
's
genius
,
which
,
though
concealed
,
was
noticeable
in
every
rejoinder
.
Everything
was
assumed
to
be
possible
for
Napoleon
,
they
expected
him
from
every
side
,
and
invoked
his
terrible
name
to
shatter
each
other
's
proposals
.
Pfuel
alone
seemed
to
consider
Napoleon
a
barbarian
like
everyone
else
who
opposed
his
theory
.
But
besides
this
feeling
of
respect
,
Pfuel
evoked
pity
in
Prince
Andrew
.
From
the
tone
in
which
the
courtiers
addressed
him
and
the
way
Paulucci
had
allowed
himself
to
speak
of
him
to
the
Emperor
,
but
above
all
from
a
certain
desperation
in
Pfuel
's
own
expressions
,
it
was
clear
that
the
others
knew
,
and
Pfuel
himself
felt
,
that
his
fall
was
at
hand
.
And
despite
his
self-confidence
and
grumpy
German
sarcasm
he
was
pitiable
,
with
his
hair
smoothly
brushed
on
the
temples
and
sticking
up
in
tufts
behind
.
Though
he
concealed
the
fact
under
a
show
of
irritation
and
contempt
,
he
was
evidently
in
despair
that
the
sole
remaining
chance
of
verifying
his
theory
by
a
huge
experiment
and
proving
its
soundness
to
the
whole
world
was
slipping
away
from
him
.
The
discussions
continued
a
long
time
,
and
the
longer
they
lasted
the
more
heated
became
the
disputes
,
culminating
in
shouts
and
personalities
,
and
the
less
was
it
possible
to
arrive
at
any
general
conclusion
from
all
that
had
been
said
.
Prince
Andrew
,
listening
to
this
polyglot
talk
and
to
these
surmises
,
plans
,
refutations
,
and
shouts
,
felt
nothing
but
amazement
at
what
they
were
saying
.
A
thought
that
had
long
since
and
often
occurred
to
him
during
his
military
activities
--
the
idea
that
there
is
not
and
can
not
be
any
science
of
war
,
and
that
therefore
there
can
be
no
such
thing
as
a
military
genius
--
now
appeared
to
him
an
obvious
truth
.
"
What
theory
and
science
is
possible
about
a
matter
the
conditions
and
circumstances
of
which
are
unknown
and
can
not
be
defined
,
especially
when
the
strength
of
the
acting
forces
can
not
be
ascertained
?
No
one
was
or
is
able
to
foresee
in
what
condition
our
or
the
enemy
's
armies
will
be
in
a
day
's
time
,
and
no
one
can
gauge
the
force
of
this
or
that
detachment
.
Sometimes
--
when
there
is
not
a
coward
at
the
front
to
shout
,
'
We
are
cut
off
!
'
and
start
running
,
but
a
brave
and
jolly
lad
who
shouts
,
'
Hurrah
!
'
--
a
detachment
of
five
thousand
is
worth
thirty
thousand
,
as
at
Schön
Grabern
,
while
at
times
fifty
thousand
run
from
eight
thousand
,
as
at
Austerlitz
.
What
science
can
there
be
in
a
matter
in
which
,
as
in
all
practical
matters
,
nothing
can
be
defined
and
everything
depends
on
innumerable
conditions
,
the
significance
of
which
is
determined
at
a
particular
moment
which
arrives
no
one
knows
when
?
Armfeldt
says
our
army
is
cut
in
half
,
and
Paulucci
says
we
have
got
the
French
army
between
two
fires
;
Michaud
says
that
the
worthlessness
of
the
Drissa
camp
lies
in
having
the
river
behind
it
,
and
Pfuel
says
that
is
what
constitutes
its
strength
;
Toll
proposes
one
plan
,
Armfeldt
another
,
and
they
are
all
good
and
all
bad
,
and
the
advantages
of
any
suggestions
can
be
seen
only
at
the
moment
of
trial
.
And
why
do
they
all
speak
of
a
'
military
genius
'
?
Is
a
man
a
genius
who
can
order
bread
to
be
brought
up
at
the
right
time
and
say
who
is
to
go
to
the
right
and
who
to
the
left
?
It
is
only
because
military
men
are
invested
with
pomp
and
power
and
crowds
of
sychophants
flatter
power
,
attributing
to
it
qualities
of
genius
it
does
not
possess
.
The
best
generals
I
have
known
were
,
on
the
contrary
,
stupid
or
absent-minded
men
.
Bagratión
was
the
best
,
Napoleon
himself
admitted
that
.
And
of
Bonaparte
himself
!
I
remember
his
limited
,
self-satisfied
face
on
the
field
of
Austerlitz
.
Not
only
does
a
good
army
commander
not
need
any
special
qualities
,
on
the
contrary
he
needs
the
absence
of
the
highest
and
best
human
attributes
--
love
,
poetry
,
tenderness
,
and
philosophic
inquiring
doubt
.
He
should
be
limited
,
firmly
convinced
that
what
he
is
doing
is
very
important
(
otherwise
he
will
not
have
sufficient
patience
)
,
and
only
then
will
he
be
a
brave
leader
God
forbid
that
he
should
be
humane
,
should
love
,
or
pity
,
or
think
of
what
is
just
and
unjust
.
It
is
understandable
that
a
theory
of
their
'
genius
'
was
invented
for
them
long
ago
because
they
have
power
!
The
success
of
a
military
action
depends
not
on
them
,
but
on
the
man
in
the
ranks
who
shouts
,
'
We
are
lost
!
'
or
who
shouts
,
'
Hurrah
!
'
And
only
in
the
ranks
can
one
serve
with
assurance
of
being
useful
.
"
So
thought
Prince
Andrew
as
he
listened
to
the
talking
,
and
he
roused
himself
only
when
Paulucci
called
him
and
everyone
was
leaving
.
At
the
review
next
day
the
Emperor
asked
Prince
Andrew
where
he
would
like
to
serve
,
and
Prince
Andrew
lost
his
standing
in
court
circles
forever
by
not
asking
to
remain
attached
to
the
sovereign
's
person
,
but
for
permission
to
serve
in
the
army
.
Before
the
beginning
of
the
campaign
,
Rostóv
had
received
a
letter
from
his
parents
in
which
they
told
him
briefly
of
Natásha
's
illness
and
the
breaking
off
of
her
engagement
to
Prince
Andrew
(
which
they
explained
by
Natásha
's
having
rejected
him
)
and
again
asked
Nicholas
to
retire
from
the
army
and
return
home
.
On
receiving
this
letter
,
Nicholas
did
not
even
make
any
attempt
to
get
leave
of
absence
or
to
retire
from
the
army
,
but
wrote
to
his
parents
that
he
was
sorry
Natásha
was
ill
and
her
engagement
broken
off
,
and
that
he
would
do
all
he
could
to
meet
their
wishes
.
To
Sónya
he
wrote
separately
.
"
Adored
friend
of
my
soul
!
"
he
wrote
.
"
Nothing
but
honor
could
keep
me
from
returning
to
the
country
.
But
now
,
at
the
commencement
of
the
campaign
,
I
should
feel
dishonored
,
not
only
in
my
comrades
'
eyes
but
in
my
own
,
if
I
preferred
my
own
happiness
to
my
love
and
duty
to
the
Fatherland
.
But
this
shall
be
our
last
separation
.
Believe
me
,
directly
the
war
is
over
,
if
I
am
still
alive
and
still
loved
by
you
,
I
will
throw
up
everything
and
fly
to
you
,
to
press
you
forever
to
my
ardent
breast
.
"
It
was
,
in
fact
,
only
the
commencement
of
the
campaign
that
prevented
Rostóv
from
returning
home
as
he
had
promised
and
marrying
Sónya
.
The
autumn
in
Otrádnoe
with
the
hunting
,
and
the
winter
with
the
Christmas
holidays
and
Sónya
's
love
,
had
opened
out
to
him
a
vista
of
tranquil
rural
joys
and
peace
such
as
he
had
never
known
before
,
and
which
now
allured
him
.
"
A
splendid
wife
,
children
,
a
good
pack
of
hounds
,
a
dozen
leashes
of
smart
borzois
,
agriculture
,
neighbors
,
service
by
election
...
"
thought
he
.
But
now
the
campaign
was
beginning
,
and
he
had
to
remain
with
his
regiment
.
And
since
it
had
to
be
so
,
Nicholas
Rostóv
,
as
was
natural
to
him
,
felt
contented
with
the
life
he
led
in
the
regiment
and
was
able
to
find
pleasure
in
that
life
.
