War and Peace
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particularly victorious.’ He went on talking in this way in French, uttering only those words in Russian on which he wished to put a con- War and Peace 278 temptuous emphasis. ‘Come now! You with all your forces fall on the unfor- tunate Mortier and his one division, and even then Mortier slips through your fingers! Where’s the victory?’ ‘But seriously,’ said Prince Andrew, ‘we can at any rate say without boasting that it was a little better than at Ulm..’ ‘Why didn’t you capture one, just one, marshal for us?’ ‘Because not everything happens as one expects or with the smoothness of a parade. We had expected, as I told you, to get at their rear by seven in the morning but had not reached it by five in the afternoon.’ ‘And why didn’t you do it at seven in the morning? You ought to have been there at seven in the morning,’ returned Bilibin with a smile. ‘You ought to have been there at seven in the morning.’ ‘Why did you not succeed in impressing on Bonaparte by diplomatic methods that he had better leave Genoa alone?’ retorted Prince Andrew in the same tone. ‘I know,’ interrupted Bilibin, ‘you’re thinking it’s very easy to take marshals, sitting on a sofa by the fire! That is true, but still why didn’t you capture him? So don’t be surprised if not only the Minister of War but also his Most August Majesty the Emperor and King Francis is not much delighted by your victory. Even I, a poor secretary of the Russian Embassy, do not feel any need in token of my joy to give my Franz a thaler, or let him go with his Liebchen to the Prater... True, we have no Prater here..’ He looked straight at Prince Andrew and suddenly un- wrinkled his forehead. 279 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com ‘It is now my turn to ask you ‘why?’ mon cher,’ said Bolkonski. ‘I confess I do not understand: perhaps there are diplomatic subtleties here beyond my feeble intelligence, but I can’t make it out. Mack loses a whole army, the Archduke Ferdinand and the Archduke Karl give no signs of life and make blunder after blunder. Kutuzov alone at last gains a real victory, destroying the spell of the invincibility of the French, and the Minister of War does not even care to hear the details.’ ‘That’s just it, my dear fellow. You see it’s hurrah for the Tsar, for Russia, for the Orthodox Greek faith! All that is beautiful, but what do we, I mean the Austrian court, care for your victories? Bring us nice news of a victory by the Archduke Karl or Ferdinand (one archduke’s as good as an- other, as you know) and even if it is only over a fire brigade of Bonaparte’s, that will be another story and we’ll fire off some cannon! But this sort of thing seems done on purpose to vex us. The Archduke Karl does nothing, the Archduke Ferdinand disgraces himself. You abandon Vienna, give up its defenseas much as to say: ‘Heaven is with us, but heav- en help you and your capital!’ The one general whom we all loved, Schmidt, you expose to a bullet, and then you con- gratulate us on the victory! Admit that more irritating news than yours could not have been conceived. It’s as if it had been done on purpose, on purpose. Besides, suppose you did gain a brilliant victory, if even the Archduke Karl gained a victory, what effect would that have on the general course of events? It’s too late now when Vienna is occupied by the French army!’ War and Peace 280 ‘What? Occupied? Vienna occupied?’ ‘Not only occupied, but Bonaparte is at Schonbrunn, and the count, our dear Count Vrbna, goes to him for orders.’ After the fatigues and impressions of the journey, his re- ception, and especially after having dined, Bolkonski felt that he could not take in the full significance of the words he heard. ‘Count Lichtenfels was here this morning,’ Bilibin con- tinued, ‘and showed me a letter in which the parade of the French in Vienna was fully described: Prince Murat et tout le tremblement... You see that your victory is not a matter for great rejoicing and that you can’t be received as a savior.’ ‘Really I don’t care about that, I don’t care at all,’ said Prince Andrew, beginning to understand that his news of the battle before Krems was really of small importance in view of such events as the fall of Austria’s capital. ‘How is it Vienna was taken? What of the bridge and its celebrated bridgehead and Prince Auersperg? We heard reports that Prince Auersperg was defending Vienna?’ he said. ‘Prince Auersperg is on this, on our side of the river, and is defending usdoing it very badly, I think, but still he is de- fending us. But Vienna is on the other side. No, the bridge has not yet been taken and I hope it will not be, for it is mined and orders have been given to blow it up. Otherwise we should long ago have been in the mountains of Bohemia, and you and your army would have spent a bad quarter of an hour between two fires.’ ‘But still this does not mean that the campaign is over,’ said Prince Andrew. 281 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com ‘Well, I think it is. The bigwigs here think so too, but they daren’t say so. It will be as I said at the beginning of the campaign, it won’t be your skirmishing at Durrenstein, or gunpowder at all, that will decide the matter, but those who devised it,’ said Bilibin quoting one of his own mots, re- leasing the wrinkles on his forehead, and pausing. ‘The only question is what will come of the meeting between the Em- peror Alexander and the King of Prussia in Berlin? If Prussia joins the Allies, Austria’s hand will be forced and there will be war. If not it is merely a question of settling where the pre- liminaries of the new Campo Formio are to be drawn up.’ ‘What an extraordinary genius!’ Prince Andrew sudden- ly exclaimed, clenching his small hand and striking the table with it, ‘and what luck the man has!’ ‘Buonaparte?’ said Bilibin inquiringly, puckering up his forehead to indicate that he was about to say something wit- ty. ‘Buonaparte?’ he repeated, accentuating the u: ‘I think, however, now that he lays down laws for Austria at Schonb- runn, il faut lui faire grace de l’u!* I shall certainly adopt an innovation and call him simply Bonaparte!’ *”We must let him off the u!’ ‘But joking apart,’ said Prince Andrew, ‘do you really think the campaign is over?’ ‘This is what I think. Austria has been made a fool of, and she is not used to it. She will retaliate. And she has been fooled in the first place because her provinces have been pillagedthey say the Holy Russian army loots terribly- her army is destroyed, her capital taken, and all this for the beaux yeux* of His Sardinian Majesty. And thereforethis is War and Peace 282 between ourselvesI instinctively feel that we are being de- ceived, my instinct tells me of negotiations with France and projects for peace, a secret peace concluded separately.’ *Fine eyes. ‘Impossible!’ cried Prince Andrew. ‘That would be too base.’ ‘If we live we shall see,’ replied Bilibin, his face again be- coming smooth as a sign that the conversation was at an end. When Prince Andrew reached the room prepared for him and lay down in a clean shirt on the feather bed with its warmed and fragrant pillows, he felt that the battle of which he had brought tidings was far, far away from him. The al- liance with Prussia, Austria’s treachery, Bonaparte’s new triumph, tomorrow’s levee and parade, and the audience with the Emperor Francis occupied his thoughts. He closed his eyes, and immediately a sound of cannonad- ing, of musketry and the rattling of carriage wheels seemed to fill his ears, and now again drawn out in a thin line the musketeers were descending the hill, the French were firing, and he felt his heart palpitating as he rode forward beside Schmidt with the bullets merrily whistling all around, and he experienced tenfold the joy of living, as he had not done since childhood. He woke up... ‘Yes, that all happened!’ he said, and, smiling happily to himself like a child, he fell into a deep, youthful slumber. 283 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com Chapter XI Next day he woke late. Recalling his recent impressions, the first thought that came into his mind was that today he had to be presented to the Emperor Francis; he remem- bered the Minister of War, the polite Austrian adjutant, Bilibin, and last night’s conversation. Having dressed for his attendance at court in full parade uniform, which he had not worn for a long time, he went into Bilibin’s study fresh, animated, and handsome, with his hand bandaged. In the study were four gentlemen of the diplomatic corps. With Prince Hippolyte Kuragin, who was a secretary to the embassy, Bolkonski was already acquainted. Bilibin intro- duced him to the others. The gentlemen assembled at Bilibin’s were young, wealthy, gay society men, who here, as in Vienna, formed a special set which Bilibin, their leader, called les notres.* This set, consisting almost exclusively of diplomats, evidently had its own interests which had nothing to do with war or politics but related to high society, to certain women, and to the official side of the service. These gentlemen received Prince Andrew as one of themselves, an honor they did not extend to many. From politeness and to start conversation, they asked him a few questions about the army and the bat- tle, and then the talk went off into merry jests and gossip. *Ours. War and Peace 284 ‘But the best of it was,’ said one, telling of the misfortune of a fellow diplomat, ‘that the Chancellor told him flatly that his appointment to London was a promotion and that he was so to regard it. Can you fancy the figure he cut?..’ ‘But the worst of it, gentlemenI am giving Kuragin away to youis that that man suffers, and this Don Juan, wicked fellow, is taking advantage of it!’ Prince Hippolyte was lolling in a lounge chair with his legs over its arm. He began to laugh. ‘Tell me about that!’ he said. ‘Oh, you Don Juan! You serpent!’ cried several voices. ‘You, Bolkonski, don’t know,’ said Bilibin turning to Prince Andrew, ‘that all the atrocities of the French army (I nearly said of the Russian army) are nothing compared to what this man has been doing among the women!’ ‘La femme est la compagne de l’homme,’* announced Prince Hippolyte, and began looking through a lorgnette at his elevated legs. *”Woman is man’s companion.’ Bilibin and the rest of ‘ours’ burst out laughing in Hip- polyte’s face, and Prince Andrew saw that Hippolyte, of whomhe had to admithe had almost been jealous on his wife’s account, was the butt of this set. ‘Oh, I must give you a treat,’ Bilibin whispered to Bolkon- ski. ‘Kuragin is exquisite when he discusses politicsyou should see his gravity!’ He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his fore- head began talking to him about politics. Prince Andrew and the others gathered round these two. 285 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com ‘The Berlin cabinet cannot express a feeling of alliance,’ began Hippolyte gazing round with importance at the others, ‘without expressing... as in its last note... you under- stand... Besides, unless His Majesty the Emperor derogates from the principle of our alliance... ‘Wait, I have not finished...’ he said to Prince Andrew, seizing him by the arm, ‘I believe that intervention will be stronger than nonintervention. And...’ he paused. ‘Finally one cannot impute the nonreceipt of our dispatch of Novem- ber 18. That is how it will end.’ And he released Bolkonski’s arm to indicate that he had now quite finished. ‘Demosthenes, I know thee by the pebble thou secretest in thy golden mouth!’ said Bilibin, and the mop of hair on his head moved with satisfaction. Everybody laughed, and Hippolyte louder than anyone. He was evidently distressed, and breathed painfully, but could not restrain the wild laughter that convulsed his usu- ally impassive features. ‘Well now, gentlemen,’ said Bilibin, ‘Bolkonski is my guest in this house and in Brunn itself. I want to entertain him as far as I can, with all the pleasures of life here. If we were in Vienna it would be easy, but here, in this wretched Moravian hole, it is more difficult, and I beg you all to help me. Brunn’s attractions must be shown him. You can un- dertake the theater, I society, and you, Hippolyte, of course the women.’ ‘We must let him see Amelie, she’s exquisite!’ said one of ‘ours,’ kissing his finger tips. ‘In general we must turn this bloodthirsty soldier to War and Peace 286 more humane interests,’ said Bilibin. ‘I shall scarcely be able to avail myself of your hospital- ity, gentlemen, it is already time for me to go,’ replied Prince Andrew looking at his watch. ‘Where to?’ ‘To the Emperor.’ ‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ Well, au revoir, Bolkonski! Au revoir, Prince! Come back early to dinner,’ cried several voices. ‘We’ll take you in hand.’ ‘When speaking to the Emperor, try as far as you can to praise the way that provisions are supplied and the routes indicated,’ said Bilibin, accompanying him to the hall. ‘I should like to speak well of them, but as far as I the facts, I can’t,’ replied Bolkonski, smiling. ‘Well, talk as much as you can, anyway. He has a passion for giving audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can’t do it, as you will see.’ 287 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com Chapter XII At the levee Prince Andrew stood among the Austrian of- ficers as he had been told to, and the Emperor Francis merely looked fixedly into his face and just nodded to him with to him with his long head. But after it was over, the adjutant he had seen the previous day ceremoniously informed Bolkon- ski that the Emperor desired to give him an audience. The Emperor Francis received him standing in the middle of the room. Before the conversation began Prince Andrew was struck by the fact that the Emperor seemed confused and blushed as if not knowing what to say. ‘Tell me, when did the battle begin?’ he asked hurriedly. Prince Andrew replied. Then followed other questions just as simple: ‘Was Kutuzov well? When had he left Krems?’ and so on. The Emperor spoke as if his sole aim were to put a given number of questionsthe answers to these questions, as was only too evident, did not interest him. ‘At what o’clock did the battle begin?’ asked the Emper- or. ‘I cannot inform Your Majesty at what o’clock the bat- tle began at the front, but at Durrenstein, where I was, our attack began after five in the afternoon,’ replied Bolkonski growing more animated and expecting that he would have a chance to give a reliable account, which he had ready in his mind, of all he knew and had seen. But the Emperor smiled War and Peace 288 and interrupted him. ‘How many miles?’ ‘From where to where, Your Majesty?’ ‘From Durrenstein to Krems.’ ‘Three and a half miles, Your Majesty.’ ‘The French have abandoned the left bank?’ ‘According to the scouts the last of them crossed on rafts during the night.’ ‘Is there sufficient forage in Krems?’ ‘Forage has not been supplied to the extent..’ The Emperor interrupted him. ‘At what o’clock was General Schmidt killed?’ ‘At seven o’clock, I believe.’ ‘At seven o’clock? It’s very sad, very sad!’ The Emperor thanked Prince Andrew and bowed. Prince Andrew withdrew and was immediately surrounded by courtiers on all sides. Everywhere he saw friendly looks and heard friendly words. Yesterday’s adjutant reproached him for not having stayed at the palace, and offered him his own house. The Minister of War came up and congratulated him on the Maria Theresa Order of the third grade, which the Emperor was conferring on him. The Empress’ chamber- lain invited him to see Her Majesty. The archduchess also wished to see him. He did not know whom to answer, and for a few seconds collected his thoughts. Then the Russian ambassador took him by the shoulder, led him to the win- dow, and began to talk to him. Contrary to Bilibin’s forecast the news he had brought was joyfully received. A thanksgiving service was arranged, 289 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com Kutuzov was awarded the Grand Cross of Maria Theresa, and the whole army received rewards. Bolkonski was invit- ed everywhere, and had to spend the whole morning calling on the principal Austrian dignitaries. Between four and five in the afternoon, having made all his calls, he was returning to Bilibin’s house thinking out a letter to his father about the battle and his visit to Brunn. At the door he found a ve- hicle half full of luggage. Franz, Bilibin’s man, was dragging a portmanteau with some difficulty out of the front door. Before returning to Bilibin’s Prince Andrew had gone to bookshop to provide himself with some books for the cam- paign, and had spent some time in the shop. ‘What is it?’ he asked. ‘Oh, your excellency!’ said Franz, with difficulty rolling the portmanteau into the vehicle, ‘we are to move on still farther. The scoundrel is again at our heels!’ ‘Eh? What?’ asked Prince Andrew. Bilibin came out to meet him. His usually calm face showed excitement. ‘There now! Confess that this is delightful,’ said he. ‘This affair of the Thabor Bridge, at Vienna.... They have crossed without striking a blow!’ Prince Andrew could not understand. ‘But where do you come from not to know what every coachman in the town knows?’ ‘I come from the archduchess’. I heard nothing there.’ ‘And you didn’t see that everybody is packing up?’ ‘I did not... What is it all about?’ inquired Prince Andrew impatiently. War and Peace 290 ‘What’s it all about? Why, the French have crossed the bridge that Auersperg was defending, and the bridge was not blown up: so Murat is now rushing along the road to Brunn and will be here in a day or two.’ ‘What? Here? But why did they not blow up the bridge, if it was mined?’ ‘That is what I ask you. No one, not even Bonaparte, knows why.’ Bolkonski shrugged his shoulders. ‘But if the bridge is crossed it means that the army too is lost? It will be cut off,’ said he. ‘That’s just it,’ answered Bilibin. ‘Listen! The French entered Vienna as I told you. Very well. Next day, which was yesterday, those gentlemen, messieurs les marechaux,* Murat, Lannes,and Belliard, mount and ride to bridge. (Ob- serve that all three are Gascons.) ‘Gentlemen,’ says one of them, ‘you know the Thabor Bridge is mined and doubly mined and that there are menacing fortifications at its head and an army of fifteen thousand men has been ordered to blow up the bridge and not let us cross? But it will please our sovereign the Emperor Napoleon if we take this bridge, so let us three go and take it!’ ‘Yes, let’s!’ say the others. And off they go and take the bridge, cross it, and now with their whole army are on this side of the Danube, marching on us, you, and your lines of communication.’ *The marshalls. ‘Stop jesting,’ said Prince Andrew sadly and seriously. This news grieved him and yet he was pleased. As soon as he learned that the Russian army was in such 291 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com a hopeless situation it occurred to him that it was he who was destined to lead it out of this position; that here was the Toulon that would lift him from the ranks of obscure officers and offer him the first step to fame! Listening to Bil- ibin he was already imagining how on reaching the army he would give an opinion at the war council which would be the only one that could save the army, and how he alone would be entrusted with the executing of the plan. ‘Stop this jesting,’ he said ‘I am not jesting,’ Bilibin went on. ‘Nothing is truer or sadder. These gentlemen ride onto the bridge alone and wave white handkerchiefs; they assure the officer on duty that they, the marshals, are on their way to negotiate with Prince Auersperg. He lets them enter the tete-de-pont.* They spin him a thousand gasconades, saying that the war is over, that the Emperor Francis is arranging a meeting with Bonaparte, that they desire to see Prince Auersperg, and so on. The officer sends for Auersperg; these gentlemen embrace the officers, crack jokes, sit on the cannon, and meanwhile a French battalion gets to the bridge unobserved, flings the bags of incendiary material into the water, and ap- proaches the tete-de-pont. At length appears the lieutenant general, our dear Prince Auersperg von Mautern himself. ‘Dearest foe! Flower of the Austrian army, hero of the Turk- ish wars Hostilities are ended, we can shake one another’s hand.... The Emperor Napoleon burns with impatience to make Prince Auersperg’s acquaintance.’ In a word, those gentlemen, Gascons indeed, so bewildered him with fine words, and he is so flattered by his rapidly established inti- War and Peace 292 macy with the French marshals, and so dazzled by the sight of Murat’s mantle and ostrich plumes, qu’il n’y voit que du feu, et oublie celui qu’il devait faire faire sur l’ennemi!’*[2] In spite of the animation of his speech, Bilibin did not forget to pause after this mot to give time for its due appreciation. ‘The French battalion rushes to the bridgehead, spikes the guns, and the bridge is taken! But what is best of all,’ he went on, his excitement subsiding under the delightful interest of his own story, ‘is that the sergeant in charge of the can- non which was to give the signal to fire the mines and blow up the bridge, this sergeant, seeing that the French troops were running onto the bridge, was about to fire, but Lannes stayed his hand. The sergeant, who was evidently wiser than his general, goes up to Auersperg and says: ‘Prince, you are being deceived, here are the French!’ Murat, seeing that all is lost if the sergeant is allowed to speak, turns to Auersperg with feigned astonishment (he is a true Gascon) and says: ‘I don’t recognize the world-famous Austrian discipline, if you allow a subordinate to address you like that!’ It was a stroke of genius. Prince Auersperg feels his dignity at stake and orders the sergeant to be arrested. Come, you must own that this affair of the Thabor Bridge is delightful! It is not exactly stupidity, nor rascality...’ *Bridgehead. *[2] That their fire gets into his eyes and he forgets that he ought to be firing at the enemy. ‘It may be treachery,’ said Prince Andrew, vividly imag- ining the gray overcoats, wounds, the smoke of gunpowder, the sounds of firing, and the glory that awaited him. 293 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com ‘Not that either. That puts the court in too bad a light,’ replied Bilibin.’It’s not treachery nor rascality nor stupid- ity: it is just as at Ulm... it is...’he seemed to be trying to find the right expression. ‘C’est... c’est du Mack. Nous som- mes mackes [It is... it is a bit of Mack. We are Macked],’ he concluded, feeling that he had produced a good epigram, a fresh one that would be repeated. His hitherto puckered brow became smooth as a sign of pleasure, and with a slight smile he began to examine his nails. ‘Where are you off to?’ he said suddenly to Prince An- drew who had risen and was going toward his room. ‘I am going away.’ ‘Where to?’ ‘To the army.’ ‘But you meant to stay another two days?’ ‘But now I am off at once.’ And Prince Andrew after giving directions about his de- Yüklə 9,73 Mb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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