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Pierre
looked
at
her
over
his
spectacles
.
"
Come
,
I
will
go
with
you
.
Try
to
weep
,
nothing
gives
such
relief
as
tears
.
"
She
led
him
into
the
dark
drawing
room
and
Pierre
was
glad
no
one
could
see
his
face
.
Anna
Mikháylovna
left
him
,
and
when
she
returned
he
was
fast
asleep
with
his
head
on
his
arm
.
In
the
morning
Anna
Mikháylovna
said
to
Pierre
:
"
Yes
,
my
dear
,
this
is
a
great
loss
for
us
all
,
not
to
speak
of
you
.
But
God
will
support
you
:
you
are
young
,
and
are
now
,
I
hope
,
in
command
of
an
immense
fortune
.
The
will
has
not
yet
been
opened
.
I
know
you
well
enough
to
be
sure
that
this
will
not
turn
your
head
,
but
it
imposes
duties
on
you
,
and
you
must
be
a
man
.
"
Pierre
was
silent
"
Perhaps
later
on
I
may
tell
you
,
my
dear
boy
,
that
if
I
had
not
been
there
,
God
only
knows
what
would
have
happened
!
You
know
,
Uncle
promised
me
only
the
day
before
yesterday
not
to
forget
Borís
.
But
he
had
no
time
.
I
hope
,
my
dear
friend
,
you
will
carry
out
your
father
's
wish
?
"
Pierre
understood
nothing
of
all
this
and
coloring
shyly
looked
in
silence
at
Princess
Anna
Mikháylovna
.
After
her
talk
with
Pierre
,
Anna
Mikháylovna
returned
to
the
Rostóvs
'
and
went
to
bed
.
On
waking
in
the
morning
she
told
the
Rostóvs
and
all
her
acquaintances
the
details
of
Count
Bezúkhov
's
death
.
She
said
the
count
had
died
as
she
would
herself
wish
to
die
,
that
his
end
was
not
only
touching
but
edifying
.
As
to
the
last
meeting
between
father
and
son
,
it
was
so
touching
that
she
could
not
think
of
it
without
tears
,
and
did
not
know
which
had
behaved
better
during
those
awful
moments
--
the
father
who
so
remembered
everything
and
everybody
at
last
and
had
spoken
such
pathetic
words
to
the
son
,
or
Pierre
,
whom
it
had
been
pitiful
to
see
,
so
stricken
was
he
with
grief
,
though
he
tried
hard
to
hide
it
in
order
not
to
sadden
his
dying
father
.
"
It
is
painful
,
but
it
does
one
good
.
It
uplifts
the
soul
to
see
such
men
as
the
old
count
and
his
worthy
son
,
"
said
she
.
Of
the
behavior
of
the
eldest
princess
and
Prince
Vasíli
she
spoke
disapprovingly
,
but
in
whispers
and
as
a
great
secret
.
At
Bald
Hills
,
Prince
Nicholas
Andréevich
Bolkónski
's
estate
,
the
arrival
of
young
Prince
Andrew
and
his
wife
was
daily
expected
,
but
this
expectation
did
not
upset
the
regular
routine
of
life
in
the
old
prince
's
household
.
General
in
Chief
Prince
Nicholas
Andréevich
(
nicknamed
in
society
,
"
the
King
of
Prussia
"
)
ever
since
the
Emperor
Paul
had
exiled
him
to
his
country
estate
had
lived
there
continuously
with
his
daughter
,
Princess
Mary
,
and
her
companion
,
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
.
Though
in
the
new
reign
he
was
free
to
return
to
the
capitals
,
he
still
continued
to
live
in
the
country
,
remarking
that
anyone
who
wanted
to
see
him
could
come
the
hundred
miles
from
Moscow
to
Bald
Hills
,
while
he
himself
needed
no
one
and
nothing
.
He
used
to
say
that
there
are
only
two
sources
of
human
vice
--
idleness
and
superstition
,
and
only
two
virtues
--
activity
and
intelligence
.
He
himself
undertook
his
daughter
's
education
,
and
to
develop
these
two
cardinal
virtues
in
her
gave
her
lessons
in
algebra
and
geometry
till
she
was
twenty
,
and
arranged
her
life
so
that
her
whole
time
was
occupied
.
He
was
himself
always
occupied
:
writing
his
memoirs
,
solving
problems
in
higher
mathematics
,
turning
snuffboxes
on
a
lathe
,
working
in
the
garden
,
or
superintending
the
building
that
was
always
going
on
at
his
estate
.
As
regularity
is
a
prime
condition
facilitating
activity
,
regularity
in
his
household
was
carried
to
the
highest
point
of
exactitude
.
He
always
came
to
table
under
precisely
the
same
conditions
,
and
not
only
at
the
same
hour
but
at
the
same
minute
.
With
those
about
him
,
from
his
daughter
to
his
serfs
,
the
prince
was
sharp
and
invariably
exacting
,
so
that
without
being
a
hardhearted
man
he
inspired
such
fear
and
respect
as
few
hardhearted
men
would
have
aroused
.
Although
he
was
in
retirement
and
had
now
no
influence
in
political
affairs
,
every
high
official
appointed
to
the
province
in
which
the
prince
's
estate
lay
considered
it
his
duty
to
visit
him
and
waited
in
the
lofty
antechamber
just
as
the
architect
,
gardener
,
or
Princess
Mary
did
,
till
the
prince
appeared
punctually
to
the
appointed
hour
.
Everyone
sitting
in
this
antechamber
experienced
the
same
feeling
of
respect
and
even
fear
when
the
enormously
high
study
door
opened
and
showed
the
figure
of
a
rather
small
old
man
,
with
powdered
wig
,
small
withered
hands
,
and
bushy
gray
eyebrows
which
,
when
he
frowned
,
sometimes
hid
the
gleam
of
his
shrewd
,
youthfully
glittering
eyes
.
