- It's important to take away the adjutant," the voice from the back was heard.
Prince Andrei saw that the officer was in that drunken attack of gratuitous rabies, in which people do not remember what they were saying. He saw that his intercession for his medicinal wife in a kettle was full of what he feared most in the world, what was called ridicule 3, but his instinct was different. Before the officer had time to finish the last words, Prince Andrew, with his rabies disfigured face, came up to him and raised the nut:
- Because of your will, let me go!
The officer waved his hand and drove away in a hurry.
- Everything is a mess from the staffs," he said. - Do as you wish.
Prince Andrei hurriedly, without raising his eyes, drove away from his wife, who called him a savior, and with disgust remembered the smallest details of this humiliating scene, jumped further to the village where he was told to be the commander-in-chief.
When he arrived in the village, he got off his horse and went to the first house with the intention of resting for a minute, eating something and making clear all these insulting and tormenting thoughts. "It's a crowd of scoundrels, not an army," he thought, approaching the window of the first house, when a voice he knew called him by name.
He looked back. A beautiful face of Nesvitsky appeared out of the small window. Nesvitsky, chewing something with a juicy mouth and waving his hands, called him to his room.
- Bolkonsky, Bolkonsky! Can't you hear it? Go quickly," he shouted.
When Prince Andrei entered the house, he saw Nesvitsky and another aide eating something. They hurriedly asked Bolkonsky if he knew what was new. On their faces so familiar to him, Prince Andrew read the expression of anxiety and anxiety. This expression was especially noticeable on Nesvitsky's always laughing face.
- Where is the commander-in-chief? - Bolkonsky asked.
- Here, in that house," said the aide.
- Well, is it true that peace and surrender? - Nesvitsky asked.
- I ask you. I don't know anything, except that I raped you.
- And we, brother, have what! Horror! I vinegar, brother, they laughed at Mac, but they had to laugh even worse," said Nesvitsky. - Sit down and eat something.
- Now, prince, you will not find anything, and your Peter God knows where he is, - said another adjutant.
- Where is the main apartment?
- We sleep in Znaim.
- And I've so much more than I need, on two horses," said Nesvitsky, "and I've done great things with the pack. At least to run away through Bohemian Mountains. Bad, brother. You're not feeling well, are you? - Nesvitsky asked, noticing that Prince Andrei had twitched as if he had touched a Leiden jar.
- Nothing," said Prince Andrei.
He remembered at this moment about a recent clash with a doctor's wife and a Furstat officer.
- What is the commander-in-chief doing here? - He asked.
- I don't understand anything," said Nesvitsky.
- One thing I understand is that everything is disgusting, disgusting and disgusting," said Prince Andrei and went to the house where the commander-in-chief stood.
Passing by Kutuzov's crew, the suite's riding horses and the Cossacks, who were talking loudly between themselves, Prince Andrei entered the hay. Kutuzov himself, as Prince Andrew was told, was in the hut with Prince Bagration and Weyrather. Weyrather was an Austrian general who replaced the murdered Schmitt. In the halls of the little Kozlovsky sat squatting in front of the clerk. The scribe on an upside down kadushka, charming jacket cuffs, hastily wrote. Kozlovsky's face was exhausted - he apparently did not sleep at night either. He looked at Prince Andrew and did not even nod his head.
- The second line... Wrote? - He continued, dictating to the clerk. - Kiev grenadier, Podolskiy...
- You won't be able to sing in time, your nobility," the clerk answered disrespectfully and angrily, looking back at Kozlovsky.
At that time Kutuzov's lively dissatisfied voice was heard from behind the door, interrupted by another unfamiliar voice. The sound of these voices, the inattention with which Kozlovsky looked at him, the disrespect of the tormented clerk, the fact that the clerk and Kozlovsky sat so close to the commander-in-chief on the floor near the casserole, and the fact that the Cossacks, who held the horses, laughed loudly under the window of the house - all this made Prince Andrew feel that something important and unhappy had to happen.
Prince Andrew urged Kozlovsky to ask questions.
- Now, Prince Kozlovsky said. - Disposition to Bagration.
- And the surrender?
- Nothing is there; battle orders have been made.
Prince Andrew went to the door, which made the voices heard. But while he wanted to open the door, the voices in the room were silenced, the door opened itself, and Kutuzov, with his eagle nose on his chubby face, appeared on the doorstep. Prince Andrei stood directly against Kutuzov; but the only sighted eye of the commander in chief showed that the thought and care occupied him so much that it was as if they had caught his eyesight. He looked directly at the face of his aide and did not recognize him.
- Well, did he come? - he turned to Kozlovsky.
- Right away, your Excellency.
Bagration, a small one, with the eastern type of a solid and immobile face, a dry, not yet old man, went after the commander-in-chief.
- I have the honor to appear," repeated Prince Andrei loudly, serving an envelope.
- Oh, from Vienna? Okay. After, after!
Kutuzov came out on the porch with Bagration.
- Well, Prince, goodbye," he said to Bagration. - Christ is with you. I bless you with a great feat.
Kutuzov's face suddenly softened, and tears appeared in his eyes. He pulled Bagration's left hand to him, and the right hand, on which there was a ring, probably crossed him with the usual gesture and set him up with a chubby cheek, instead of which Bagration kissed him on the neck.
- Christ is with you! - He repeated Kutuzov and approached the stroller. - Sit down with me," he said to Bolkonsky.
- Your Excellency, I would like to be of use here. Let me stay in Prince Bagration's unit.
- Sit down," Kutuzov said, "and noticing that Bolkonsky is slow, "I need good officers myself.
They got into a wheelchair and drove for a few minutes in silence.
- There's still a lot to come, a lot to come," he said, with an aging expression of discernment, as if he had understood everything that was going on in Bolkonsky's soul. - If one-tenth of his team comes tomorrow, I will thank God," Kutuzov added, as if speaking to himself.
Prince Andrei looked at Kutuzov, and he was unwittingly struck in the eye, in a semi-parchy from him, by the purely washed assembly of the scar on Kutuzov's temple, where an Izmail bullet penetrated his head, and his eye leaked. "Yes, he has the right to speak so calmly about the death of these people! - Bolkonsky thought.
- That's why I'm asking you to send me to this unit," he said.
Kutuzov did not answer. He seemed to have forgotten what he had said and was sitting there thinking. Five minutes later, swinging smoothly on the soft springs of the pram, Kutuzov turned to Prince Andrei. There was no sign of excitement on his face. He mockingly asked Prince Andrew about the details of his date with the Emperor, about the reviews heard at court about the Kremlin case, and about some common acquaintances of women.
1 "This Russian army, which the English gold brought here from the end of the world, we will make it experience the same fate (the fate of the Ulm army).
2 That's it, sweetheart.
3 funny. - Red.