Війна і мир

Chapter 21

           

           Borís,too,withhisfriendZhilínski,cametoseethePreobrazhénskbanquet.Onhiswayback,henoticedRostóvstandingbythecornerofahouse.

           “Rostóv!Howd’youdo?Wemissedoneanother,”hesaid,andcouldnotrefrainfromaskingwhatwasthematter,sostrangelydismalandtroubledwasRostóv’sface.

           “Nothing,nothing,”repliedRostóv.

           “You’llcallround?”

           “Yes,Iwill.”

           Rostóvstoodatthatcornerforalongtime,watchingthefeastfromadistance.Inhismind,apainfulprocesswasgoingonwhichhecouldnotbringtoaconclusion.Terribledoubtsroseinhissoul.NowherememberedDenísovwithhischangedexpression,hissubmission,andthewholehospital,witharmsandlegstornoffanditsdirtanddisease.Sovividlydidherecallthathospitalstenchofdeadfleshthathelookedroundtoseewherethesmellcamefrom.Nexthethoughtofthatself-satisfiedBonaparte,withhissmallwhitehand,whowasnowanEmperor,likedandrespectedbyAlexander.Thenwhythoseseveredarmsandlegsandthosedeadmen?...ThenagainhethoughtofLázarevrewardedandDenísovpunishedandunpardoned.Hecaughthimselfharboringsuchstrangethoughtsthathewasfrightened.

           ThesmellofthefoodthePreobrazhénskiswereeatingandasenseofhungerrecalledhimfromthesereflections;hehadtogetsomethingtoeatbeforegoingaway.Hewenttoahotelhehadnoticedthatmorning.Therehefoundsomanypeople,amongthemofficerswho,likehimself,hadcomeincivilianclothes,thathehaddifficultyingettingadinner.Twoofficersofhisowndivisionjoinedhim.

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