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"
Give
me
your
hand
,
"
said
he
and
,
turning
it
over
so
as
to
feel
the
pulse
,
added
:
"
You
are
not
well
,
my
dear
fellow
.
Think
what
you
are
saying
!
"
Kutúzov
could
not
yet
admit
the
possibility
of
retreating
beyond
Moscow
without
a
battle
.
On
the
Poklónny
Hill
,
four
miles
from
the
Dorogomílov
gate
of
Moscow
,
Kutúzov
got
out
of
his
carriage
and
sat
down
on
a
bench
by
the
roadside
.
A
great
crowd
of
generals
gathered
round
him
,
and
Count
Rostopchín
,
who
had
come
out
from
Moscow
,
joined
them
.
This
brilliant
company
separated
into
several
groups
who
all
discussed
the
advantages
and
disadvantages
of
the
position
,
the
state
of
the
army
,
the
plans
suggested
,
the
situation
of
Moscow
,
and
military
questions
generally
.
Though
they
had
not
been
summoned
for
the
purpose
,
and
though
it
was
not
so
called
,
they
all
felt
that
this
was
really
a
council
of
war
.
The
conversations
all
dealt
with
public
questions
.
If
anyone
gave
or
asked
for
personal
news
,
it
was
done
in
a
whisper
and
they
immediately
reverted
to
general
matters
.
No
jokes
,
or
laughter
,
or
smiles
even
,
were
seen
among
all
these
men
.
They
evidently
all
made
an
effort
to
hold
themselves
at
the
height
the
situation
demanded
.
And
all
these
groups
,
while
talking
among
themselves
,
tried
to
keep
near
the
commander
in
chief
(
whose
bench
formed
the
center
of
the
gathering
)
and
to
speak
so
that
he
might
overhear
them
.
The
commander
in
chief
listened
to
what
was
being
said
and
sometimes
asked
them
to
repeat
their
remarks
,
but
did
not
himself
take
part
in
the
conversations
or
express
any
opinion
.
After
hearing
what
was
being
said
by
one
or
other
of
these
groups
he
generally
turned
away
with
an
air
of
disappointment
,
as
though
they
were
not
speaking
of
anything
he
wished
to
hear
.
Some
discussed
the
position
that
had
been
chosen
,
criticizing
not
the
position
itself
so
much
as
the
mental
capacity
of
those
who
had
chosen
it
.
Others
argued
that
a
mistake
had
been
made
earlier
and
that
a
battle
should
have
been
fought
two
days
before
.
Others
again
spoke
of
the
battle
of
Salamanca
,
which
was
described
by
Crosart
,
a
newly
arrived
Frenchman
in
a
Spanish
uniform
.
(
This
Frenchman
and
one
of
the
German
princes
serving
with
the
Russian
army
were
discussing
the
siege
of
Saragossa
and
considering
the
possibility
of
defending
Moscow
in
a
similar
manner
.
)
Count
Rostopchín
was
telling
a
fourth
group
that
he
was
prepared
to
die
with
the
city
train
bands
under
the
walls
of
the
capital
,
but
that
he
still
could
not
help
regretting
having
been
left
in
ignorance
of
what
was
happening
,
and
that
had
he
known
it
sooner
things
would
have
been
different
...
A
fifth
group
,
displaying
the
profundity
of
their
strategic
perceptions
,
discussed
the
direction
the
troops
would
now
have
to
take
.
A
sixth
group
was
talking
absolute
nonsense
.
Kutúzov
's
expression
grew
more
and
more
preoccupied
and
gloomy
.
From
all
this
talk
he
saw
only
one
thing
:
that
to
defend
Moscow
was
a
physical
impossibility
in
the
full
meaning
of
those
words
,
that
is
to
say
,
so
utterly
impossible
that
if
any
senseless
commander
were
to
give
orders
to
fight
,
confusion
would
result
but
the
battle
would
still
not
take
place
.
It
would
not
take
place
because
the
commanders
not
merely
all
recognized
the
position
to
be
impossible
,
but
in
their
conversations
were
only
discussing
what
would
happen
after
its
inevitable
abandonment
.
How
could
the
commanders
lead
their
troops
to
a
field
of
battle
they
considered
impossible
to
hold
?
The
lower-grade
officers
and
even
the
soldiers
(
who
too
reason
)
also
considered
the
position
impossible
and
therefore
could
not
go
to
fight
,
fully
convinced
as
they
were
of
defeat
.
If
Bennigsen
insisted
on
the
position
being
defended
and
others
still
discussed
it
,
the
question
was
no
longer
important
in
itself
but
only
as
a
pretext
for
disputes
and
intrigue
.
This
Kutúzov
knew
well
.
Bennigsen
,
who
had
chosen
the
position
,
warmly
displayed
his
Russian
patriotism
(
Kutúzov
could
not
listen
to
this
without
wincing
)
by
insisting
that
Moscow
must
be
defended
.
His
aim
was
as
clear
as
daylight
to
Kutúzov
:
if
the
defense
failed
,
to
throw
the
blame
on
Kutúzov
who
had
brought
the
army
as
far
as
the
Sparrow
Hills
without
giving
battle
;
if
it
succeeded
,
to
claim
the
success
as
his
own
;
or
if
battle
were
not
given
,
to
clear
himself
of
the
crime
of
abandoning
Moscow
.
But
this
intrigue
did
not
now
occupy
the
old
man
's
mind
.
One
terrible
question
absorbed
him
and
to
that
question
he
heard
no
reply
from
anyone
The
question
for
him
now
was
:
"
Have
I
really
allowed
Napoleon
to
reach
Moscow
,
and
when
did
I
do
so
?
When
was
it
decided
?
Can
it
have
been
yesterday
when
I
ordered
Plátov
to
retreat
,
or
was
it
the
evening
before
,
when
I
had
a
nap
and
told
Bennigsen
to
issue
orders
?
Or
was
it
earlier
still
?
...
When
,
when
was
this
terrible
affair
decided
?
Moscow
must
be
abandoned
.
The
army
must
retreat
and
the
order
to
do
so
must
be
given
.
"
To
give
that
terrible
order
seemed
to
him
equivalent
to
resigning
the
command
of
the
army
.
And
not
only
did
he
love
power
to
which
he
was
accustomed
(
the
honours
awarded
to
Prince
Prozoróvski
,
under
whom
he
had
served
in
Turkey
,
galled
him
)
,
but
he
was
convinced
that
he
was
destined
to
save
Russia
and
that
that
was
why
,
against
the
Emperor
's
wish
and
by
the
will
of
the
people
,
he
had
been
chosen
commander
in
chief
.
He
was
convinced
that
he
alone
could
maintain
command
of
the
army
in
these
difficult
circumstances
,
and
that
in
all
the
world
he
alone
could
encounter
the
invincible
Napoleon
without
fear
,
and
he
was
horrified
at
the
thought
of
the
order
he
had
to
issue
.
But
something
had
to
be
decided
,
and
these
conversations
around
him
which
were
assuming
too
free
a
character
must
be
stopped
.
He
called
the
most
important
generals
to
him
.
"
My
head
,
be
it
good
or
bad
,
must
depend
on
itself
,
"
said
he
,
rising
from
the
bench
,
and
he
rode
to
Filí
where
his
carriages
were
waiting
.
The
Council
of
War
began
to
assemble
at
two
in
the
afternoon
in
the
better
and
roomier
part
of
Andrew
Savostyánov
's
hut
.
The
men
,
women
,
and
children
of
the
large
peasant
family
crowded
into
the
back
room
across
the
passage
.
Only
Malásha
,
Andrew
's
six-year-old
granddaughter
whom
his
Serene
Highness
had
petted
and
to
whom
he
had
given
a
lump
of
sugar
while
drinking
his
tea
,
remained
on
the
top
of
the
brick
oven
in
the
larger
room
.
Malásha
looked
down
from
the
oven
with
shy
delight
at
the
faces
,
uniforms
,
and
decorations
of
the
generals
,
who
one
after
another
came
into
the
room
and
sat
down
on
the
broad
benches
in
the
corner
under
the
icons
.
"
Granddad
"
himself
,
as
Malásha
in
her
own
mind
called
Kutúzov
,
sat
apart
in
a
dark
corner
behind
the
oven
.
He
sat
,
sunk
deep
in
a
folding
armchair
,
and
continually
cleared
his
throat
and
pulled
at
the
collar
of
his
coat
which
,
though
it
was
unbuttoned
,
still
seemed
to
pinch
his
neck
.
Those
who
entered
went
up
one
by
one
to
the
field
marshal
;
he
pressed
the
hands
of
some
and
nodded
to
others
.
His
adjutant
Kaysárov
was
about
to
draw
back
the
curtain
of
the
window
facing
Kutúzov
,
but
the
latter
moved
his
hand
angrily
and
Kaysárov
understood
that
his
Serene
Highness
did
not
wish
his
face
to
be
seen
.
