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The
lieutenant
colonel
of
hussars
smiled
beneath
his
mustache
at
the
orderly
's
tone
,
dismounted
,
gave
his
horse
to
a
dispatch
runner
,
and
approached
Bolkónski
with
a
slight
bow
.
Bolkónski
made
room
for
him
on
the
bench
and
the
lieutenant
colonel
sat
down
beside
him
.
"
You
're
also
waiting
for
the
commander
in
chief
?
"
said
he
.
"
They
say
he
weceives
evewyone
,
thank
God
!
...
It
's
awful
with
those
sausage
eaters
!
Ermólov
had
weason
to
ask
to
be
pwomoted
to
be
a
German
!
Now
p
'
waps
Wussians
will
get
a
look
in
.
As
it
was
,
devil
only
knows
what
was
happening
.
We
kept
wetweating
and
wetweating
.
Did
you
take
part
in
the
campaign
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
had
the
pleasure
,
"
replied
Prince
Andrew
,
"
not
only
of
taking
part
in
the
retreat
but
of
losing
in
that
retreat
all
I
held
dear
--
not
to
mention
the
estate
and
home
of
my
birth
--
my
father
,
who
died
of
grief
.
I
belong
to
the
province
of
Smolénsk
.
"
"
Ah
?
You
're
Pwince
Bolkónski
?
Vewy
glad
to
make
your
acquaintance
!
I
'm
Lieutenant
Colonel
Denísov
,
better
known
as
'
Váska
,
"'
said
Denísov
,
pressing
Prince
Andrew
's
hand
and
looking
into
his
face
with
a
particularly
kindly
attention
.
"
Yes
,
I
heard
,
"
said
he
sympathetically
,
and
after
a
short
pause
added
:
"
Yes
,
it
's
Scythian
warfare
.
It
's
all
vewy
well
--
only
not
for
those
who
get
it
in
the
neck
.
So
you
are
Pwince
Andwew
Bolkónski
?
"
He
swayed
his
head
.
"
Vewy
pleased
,
Pwince
,
to
make
your
acquaintance
!
"
he
repeated
again
,
smiling
sadly
,
and
he
again
pressed
Prince
Andrew
's
hand
.
Prince
Andrew
knew
Denísov
from
what
Natásha
had
told
him
of
her
first
suitor
.
This
memory
carried
him
sadly
and
sweetly
back
to
those
painful
feelings
of
which
he
had
not
thought
lately
,
but
which
still
found
place
in
his
soul
.
Of
late
he
had
received
so
many
new
and
very
serious
impressions
--
such
as
the
retreat
from
Smolénsk
,
his
visit
to
Bald
Hills
,
and
the
recent
news
of
his
father
's
death
--
and
had
experienced
so
many
emotions
,
that
for
a
long
time
past
those
memories
had
not
entered
his
mind
,
and
now
that
they
did
,
they
did
not
act
on
him
with
nearly
their
former
strength
.
For
Denísov
,
too
,
the
memories
awakened
by
the
name
of
Bolkónski
belonged
to
a
distant
,
romantic
past
,
when
after
supper
and
after
Natásha
's
singing
he
had
proposed
to
a
little
girl
of
fifteen
without
realizing
what
he
was
doing
.
He
smiled
at
the
recollection
of
that
time
and
of
his
love
for
Natásha
,
and
passed
at
once
to
what
now
interested
him
passionately
and
exclusively
.
This
was
a
plan
of
campaign
he
had
devised
while
serving
at
the
outposts
during
the
retreat
.
He
had
proposed
that
plan
to
Barclay
de
Tolly
and
now
wished
to
propose
it
to
Kutúzov
.
The
plan
was
based
on
the
fact
that
the
French
line
of
operation
was
too
extended
,
and
it
proposed
that
instead
of
,
or
concurrently
with
,
action
on
the
front
to
bar
the
advance
of
the
French
,
we
should
attack
their
line
of
communication
.
He
began
explaining
his
plan
to
Prince
Andrew
.
"
They
ca
n't
hold
all
that
line
.
It
's
impossible
.
I
will
undertake
to
bweak
thwough
.
Give
me
five
hundwed
men
and
I
will
bweak
the
line
,
that
's
certain
!
There
's
only
one
way
--
guewilla
warfare
!
"
Denísov
rose
and
began
gesticulating
as
he
explained
his
plan
to
Bolkónski
.
In
the
midst
of
his
explanation
shouts
were
heard
from
the
army
,
growing
more
incoherent
and
more
diffused
,
mingling
with
music
and
songs
and
coming
from
the
field
where
the
review
was
held
.
Sounds
of
hoofs
and
shouts
were
nearing
the
village
.
"
He
's
coming
!
He
's
coming
!
"
shouted
a
Cossack
standing
at
the
gate
.
