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While
this
was
being
given
,
Prince
Andrew
heard
the
whisper
of
a
woman
's
voice
and
the
rustle
of
a
silk
dress
behind
the
door
.
Several
times
on
glancing
that
way
he
noticed
behind
that
door
a
plump
,
rosy
,
handsome
woman
in
a
pink
dress
with
a
lilac
silk
kerchief
on
her
head
,
holding
a
dish
and
evidently
awaiting
the
entrance
of
the
commander
in
chief
.
Kutúzov
's
adjutant
whispered
to
Prince
Andrew
that
this
was
the
wife
of
the
priest
whose
home
it
was
,
and
that
she
intended
to
offer
his
Serene
Highness
bread
and
salt
.
"
Her
husband
has
welcomed
his
Serene
Highness
with
the
cross
at
the
church
,
and
she
intends
to
welcome
him
in
the
house
...
She
's
very
pretty
,
"
added
the
adjutant
with
a
smile
.
At
those
words
Kutúzov
looked
round
.
He
was
listening
to
the
general
's
report
--
which
consisted
chiefly
of
a
criticism
of
the
position
at
Tsárevo-Zaymíshche
--
as
he
had
listened
to
Denísov
,
and
seven
years
previously
had
listened
to
the
discussion
at
the
Austerlitz
council
of
war
.
He
evidently
listened
only
because
he
had
ears
which
,
though
there
was
a
piece
of
tow
in
one
of
them
,
could
not
help
hearing
;
but
it
was
evident
that
nothing
the
general
could
say
would
surprise
or
even
interest
him
,
that
he
knew
all
that
would
be
said
beforehand
,
and
heard
it
all
only
because
he
had
to
,
as
one
has
to
listen
to
the
chanting
of
a
service
of
prayer
.
All
that
Denísov
had
said
was
clever
and
to
the
point
.
What
the
general
was
saying
was
even
more
clever
and
to
the
point
,
but
it
was
evident
that
Kutúzov
despised
knowledge
and
cleverness
,
and
knew
of
something
else
that
would
decide
the
matter
--
something
independent
of
cleverness
and
knowledge
.
Prince
Andrew
watched
the
commander
in
chief
's
face
attentively
,
and
the
only
expression
he
could
see
there
was
one
of
boredom
,
curiosity
as
to
the
meaning
of
the
feminine
whispering
behind
the
door
,
and
a
desire
to
observe
propriety
.
It
was
evident
that
Kutúzov
despised
cleverness
and
learning
and
even
the
patriotic
feeling
shown
by
Denísov
,
but
despised
them
not
because
of
his
own
intellect
,
feelings
,
or
knowledge
--
he
did
not
try
to
display
any
of
these
--
but
because
of
something
else
.
He
despised
them
because
of
his
old
age
and
experience
of
life
.
The
only
instruction
Kutúzov
gave
of
his
own
accord
during
that
report
referred
to
looting
by
the
Russian
troops
.
At
the
end
of
the
report
the
general
put
before
him
for
signature
a
paper
relating
to
the
recovery
of
payment
from
army
commanders
for
green
oats
mown
down
by
the
soldiers
,
when
landowners
lodged
petitions
for
compensation
.
After
hearing
the
matter
,
Kutúzov
smacked
his
lips
together
and
shook
his
head
.
"
Into
the
stove
...
into
the
fire
with
it
!
I
tell
you
once
for
all
,
my
dear
fellow
,
"
said
he
,
"
into
the
fire
with
all
such
things
!
Let
them
cut
the
crops
and
burn
wood
to
their
hearts
'
content
.
I
do
n't
order
it
or
allow
it
,
but
I
do
n't
exact
compensation
either
.
One
ca
n't
get
on
without
it
.
'
When
wood
is
chopped
the
chips
will
fly
.
"'
He
looked
at
the
paper
again
"
Oh
,
this
German
precision
!
"
he
muttered
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
Well
,
that
's
all
!
"
said
Kutúzov
as
he
signed
the
last
of
the
documents
,
and
rising
heavily
and
smoothing
out
the
folds
in
his
fat
white
neck
he
moved
toward
the
door
with
a
more
cheerful
expression
.
The
priest
's
wife
,
flushing
rosy
red
,
caught
up
the
dish
she
had
after
all
not
managed
to
present
at
the
right
moment
,
though
she
had
so
long
been
preparing
for
it
,
and
with
a
low
bow
offered
it
to
Kutúzov
.
He
screwed
up
his
eyes
,
smiled
,
lifted
her
chin
with
his
hand
,
and
said
:
"
Ah
,
what
a
beauty
!
Thank
you
,
sweetheart
!
"
He
took
some
gold
pieces
from
his
trouser
pocket
and
put
them
on
the
dish
for
her
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
,
and
how
are
we
getting
on
?
"
he
asked
,
moving
to
the
door
of
the
room
assigned
to
him
.
The
priest
's
wife
smiled
,
and
with
dimples
in
her
rosy
cheeks
followed
him
into
the
room
.
The
adjutant
came
out
to
the
porch
and
asked
Prince
Andrew
to
lunch
with
him
.
Half
an
hour
later
Prince
Andrew
was
again
called
to
Kutúzov
.
He
found
him
reclining
in
an
armchair
,
still
in
the
same
unbuttoned
overcoat
.
He
had
in
his
hand
a
French
book
which
he
closed
as
Prince
Andrew
entered
,
marking
the
place
with
a
knife
.
Prince
Andrew
saw
by
the
cover
that
it
was
Les
Chevaliers
du
Cygne
by
Madame
de
Genlis
.
