Війна і мир

Chapter 8

           

           Heglancedatherwithtimidsurprise.

           “Whereishe?”

           “He’swiththearmy,Father,atSmolénsk.”

           Heclosedhiseyesandremainedsilentalongtime.Thenasifinanswertohisdoubtsandtoconfirmthefactthatnowheunderstoodandrememberedeverything,henoddedhisheadandreopenedhiseyes.

           “Yes,”hesaid,softlyanddistinctly.“Russiahasperished.They’vedestroyedher.”

           Andhebegantosob,andagaintearsflowedfromhiseyes.PrincessMarycouldnolongerrestrainherselfandweptwhileshegazedathisface.

           Againheclosedhiseyes.Hissobsceased,hepointedtohiseyes,andTíkhon,understandinghim,wipedawaythetears.

           Thenheagainopenedhiseyesandsaidsomethingnoneofthemcouldunderstandforalongtime,tillatlastTíkhonunderstoodandrepeatedit.PrincessMaryhadsoughtthemeaningofhiswordsinthemoodinwhichhehadjustbeenspeaking.ShethoughthewasspeakingofRussia,orPrinceAndrew,ofherself,ofhisgrandson,orofhisowndeath,andsoshecouldnotguesshiswords.

           “Putonyourwhitedress.Ilikeit,”waswhathesaid.

           HavingunderstoodthisPrincessMarysobbedstilllouder,andthedoctortakingherarmledherouttotheveranda,soothingherandtryingtopersuadehertoprepareforherjourney.Whenshehadlefttheroomtheprinceagainbeganspeakingabouthisson,aboutthewar,andabouttheEmperor,angrilytwitchinghisbrowsandraisinghishoarsevoice,andthenhehadasecondandfinalstroke.

           PrincessMarystayedontheveranda.Thedayhadcleared,itwashotandsunny.

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