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Chapter 8

           

           “Mywife,”continuedPrinceAndrew,“isanexcellentwoman,oneofthoserarewomenwithwhomaman’shonorissafe;but,OGod,whatwouldInotgivenowtobeunmarried!YouarethefirstandonlyonetowhomImentionthis,becauseIlikeyou.”

           AshesaidthisPrinceAndrewwaslessthaneverlikethatBolkónskiwhohadlolledinAnnaPávlovna’seasychairsandwithhalf-closedeyeshadutteredFrenchphrasesbetweenhisteeth.Everymuscleofhisthinfacewasnowquiveringwithnervousexcitement;hiseyes,inwhichthefireoflifehadseemedextinguished,nowflashedwithbrilliantlight.Itwasevidentthatthemorelifelessheseemedatordinarytimes,themoreimpassionedhebecameinthesemomentsofalmostmorbidirritation.

           “Youdon’tunderstandwhyIsaythis,”hecontinued,“butitisthewholestoryoflife.YoutalkofBonaparteandhiscareer,”saidhe(thoughPierrehadnotmentionedBonaparte),“butBonapartewhenheworkedwentstepbysteptowardhisgoal.Hewasfree,hehadnothingbuthisaimtoconsider,andhereachedit.Buttieyourselfupwithawomanand,likeachainedconvict,youloseallfreedom!Andallyouhaveofhopeandstrengthmerelyweighsyoudownandtormentsyouwithregret.Drawingrooms,gossip,balls,vanity,andtriviality—thesearetheenchantedcircleIcannotescapefrom.Iamnowgoingtothewar,thegreatestwarthereeverwas,andIknownothingandamfitfornothing.Iamveryamiableandhaveacausticwit,”continuedPrinceAndrew,“andatAnnaPávlovna’stheylistentome.

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