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"
There
,
look
at
that
,
"
said
Karatáev
,
swaying
his
head
.
"
People
said
they
were
not
Christians
,
but
they
too
have
souls
.
It
's
what
the
old
folk
used
to
say
:
'
A
sweating
hand
's
an
open
hand
,
a
dry
hand
's
close
.
'
He
's
naked
,
but
yet
he
's
given
it
back
.
"
Karatáev
smiled
thoughtfully
and
was
silent
awhile
looking
at
the
pieces
.
"
But
they
'll
make
grand
leg
bands
,
dear
friend
,
"
he
said
,
and
went
back
into
the
shed
.
Four
weeks
had
passed
since
Pierre
had
been
taken
prisoner
and
though
the
French
had
offered
to
move
him
from
the
men
's
to
the
officers
'
shed
,
he
had
stayed
in
the
shed
where
he
was
first
put
.
In
burned
and
devastated
Moscow
Pierre
experienced
almost
the
extreme
limits
of
privation
a
man
can
endure
;
but
thanks
to
his
physical
strength
and
health
,
of
which
he
had
till
then
been
unconscious
,
and
thanks
especially
to
the
fact
that
the
privations
came
so
gradually
that
it
was
impossible
to
say
when
they
began
,
he
endured
his
position
not
only
lightly
but
joyfully
.
And
just
at
this
time
he
obtained
the
tranquillity
and
ease
of
mind
he
had
formerly
striven
in
vain
to
reach
.
He
had
long
sought
in
different
ways
that
tranquillity
of
mind
,
that
inner
harmony
which
had
so
impressed
him
in
the
soldiers
at
the
battle
of
Borodinó
.
He
had
sought
it
in
philanthropy
,
in
Freemasonry
,
in
the
dissipations
of
town
life
,
in
wine
,
in
heroic
feats
of
self-sacrifice
,
and
in
romantic
love
for
Natásha
;
he
had
sought
it
by
reasoning
--
and
all
these
quests
and
experiments
had
failed
him
.
And
now
without
thinking
about
it
he
had
found
that
peace
and
inner
harmony
only
through
the
horror
of
death
,
through
privation
,
and
through
what
he
recognized
in
Karatáev
.
Those
dreadful
moments
he
had
lived
through
at
the
executions
had
as
it
were
forever
washed
away
from
his
imagination
and
memory
the
agitating
thoughts
and
feelings
that
had
formerly
seemed
so
important
.
It
did
not
now
occur
to
him
to
think
of
Russia
,
or
the
war
,
or
politics
,
or
Napoleon
.
It
was
plain
to
him
that
all
these
things
were
no
business
of
his
,
and
that
he
was
not
called
on
to
judge
concerning
them
and
therefore
could
not
do
so
.
"
Russia
and
summer
weather
are
not
bound
together
,
"
he
thought
,
repeating
words
of
Karatáev
's
which
he
found
strangely
consoling
.
His
intention
of
killing
Napoleon
and
his
calculations
of
the
cabalistic
number
of
the
beast
of
the
Apocalypse
now
seemed
to
him
meaningless
and
even
ridiculous
.
His
anger
with
his
wife
and
anxiety
that
his
name
should
not
be
smirched
now
seemed
not
merely
trivial
but
even
amusing
.
What
concern
was
it
of
his
that
somewhere
or
other
that
woman
was
leading
the
life
she
preferred
?
What
did
it
matter
to
anybody
,
and
especially
to
him
,
whether
or
not
they
found
out
that
their
prisoner
's
name
was
Count
Bezúkhov
?
He
now
often
remembered
his
conversation
with
Prince
Andrew
and
quite
agreed
with
him
,
though
he
understood
Prince
Andrew
's
thoughts
somewhat
differently
.
Prince
Andrew
had
thought
and
said
that
happiness
could
only
be
negative
,
but
had
said
it
with
a
shade
of
bitterness
and
irony
as
though
he
was
really
saying
that
all
desire
for
positive
happiness
is
implanted
in
us
merely
to
torment
us
and
never
be
satisfied
.
But
Pierre
believed
it
without
any
mental
reservation
.
The
absence
of
suffering
,
the
satisfaction
of
one
's
needs
and
consequent
freedom
in
the
choice
of
one
's
occupation
,
that
is
,
of
one
's
way
of
life
,
now
seemed
to
Pierre
to
be
indubitably
man
's
highest
happiness
.
Here
and
now
for
the
first
time
he
fully
appreciated
the
enjoyment
of
eating
when
he
wanted
to
eat
,
drinking
when
he
wanted
to
drink
,
sleeping
when
he
wanted
to
sleep
,
of
warmth
when
he
was
cold
,
of
talking
to
a
fellow
man
when
he
wished
to
talk
and
to
hear
a
human
voice
.
The
satisfaction
of
one
's
needs
--
good
food
,
cleanliness
,
and
freedom
--
now
that
he
was
deprived
of
all
this
,
seemed
to
Pierre
to
constitute
perfect
happiness
;
and
the
choice
of
occupation
,
that
is
,
of
his
way
of
life
--
now
that
that
was
so
restricted
--
seemed
to
him
such
an
easy
matter
that
he
forgot
that
a
superfluity
of
the
comforts
of
life
destroys
all
joy
in
satisfying
one
's
needs
,
while
great
freedom
in
the
choice
of
occupation
--
such
freedom
as
his
wealth
,
his
education
,
and
his
social
position
had
given
him
in
his
own
life
--
is
just
what
makes
the
choice
of
occupation
insolubly
difficult
and
destroys
the
desire
and
possibility
of
having
an
occupation
.
All
Pierre
's
daydreams
now
turned
on
the
time
when
he
would
be
free
.
Yet
subsequently
,
and
for
the
rest
of
his
life
,
he
thought
and
spoke
with
enthusiasm
of
that
month
of
captivity
,
of
those
irrecoverable
,
strong
,
joyful
sensations
,
and
chiefly
of
the
complete
peace
of
mind
and
inner
freedom
which
he
experienced
only
during
those
weeks
.
