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To
that
question
,
"
What
for
?
"
a
simple
answer
was
now
always
ready
in
his
soul
:
"
Because
there
is
a
God
,
that
God
without
whose
will
not
one
hair
falls
from
a
man
's
head
.
"
In
external
ways
Pierre
had
hardly
changed
at
all
.
In
appearance
he
was
just
what
he
used
to
be
.
As
before
he
was
absent-minded
and
seemed
occupied
not
with
what
was
before
his
eyes
but
with
something
special
of
his
own
.
The
difference
between
his
former
and
present
self
was
that
formerly
when
he
did
not
grasp
what
lay
before
him
or
was
said
to
him
,
he
had
puckered
his
forehead
painfully
as
if
vainly
seeking
to
distinguish
something
at
a
distance
.
At
present
he
still
forgot
what
was
said
to
him
and
still
did
not
see
what
was
before
his
eyes
,
but
he
now
looked
with
a
scarcely
perceptible
and
seemingly
ironic
smile
at
what
was
before
him
and
listened
to
what
was
said
,
though
evidently
seeing
and
hearing
something
quite
different
.
Formerly
he
had
appeared
to
be
a
kindhearted
but
unhappy
man
,
and
so
people
had
been
inclined
to
avoid
him
.
Now
a
smile
at
the
joy
of
life
always
played
round
his
lips
,
and
sympathy
for
others
shone
in
his
eyes
with
a
questioning
look
as
to
whether
they
were
as
contented
as
he
was
,
and
people
felt
pleased
by
his
presence
.
Previously
he
had
talked
a
great
deal
,
grew
excited
when
he
talked
,
and
seldom
listened
;
now
he
was
seldom
carried
away
in
conversation
and
knew
how
to
listen
so
that
people
readily
told
him
their
most
intimate
secrets
.
The
princess
,
who
had
never
liked
Pierre
and
had
been
particularly
hostile
to
him
since
she
had
felt
herself
under
obligations
to
him
after
the
old
count
's
death
,
now
after
staying
a
short
time
in
Orël
--
where
she
had
come
intending
to
show
Pierre
that
in
spite
of
his
ingratitude
she
considered
it
her
duty
to
nurse
him
--
felt
to
her
surprise
and
vexation
that
she
had
become
fond
of
him
.
Pierre
did
not
in
any
way
seek
her
approval
,
he
merely
studied
her
with
interest
.
Formerly
she
had
felt
that
he
regarded
her
with
indifference
and
irony
,
and
so
had
shrunk
into
herself
as
she
did
with
others
and
had
shown
him
only
the
combative
side
of
her
nature
;
but
now
he
seemed
to
be
trying
to
understand
the
most
intimate
places
of
her
heart
,
and
,
mistrustfully
at
first
but
afterwards
gratefully
,
she
let
him
see
the
hidden
,
kindly
sides
of
her
character
.
The
most
cunning
man
could
not
have
crept
into
her
confidence
more
successfully
,
evoking
memories
of
the
best
times
of
her
youth
and
showing
sympathy
with
them
.
Yet
Pierre
's
cunning
consisted
simply
in
finding
pleasure
in
drawing
out
the
human
qualities
of
the
embittered
,
hard
,
and
(
in
her
own
way
)
proud
princess
.
"
Yes
,
he
is
a
very
,
very
kind
man
when
he
is
not
under
the
influence
of
bad
people
but
of
people
such
as
myself
,
"
thought
she
.
His
servants
too
--
Terénty
and
Váska
--
in
their
own
way
noticed
the
change
that
had
taken
place
in
Pierre
.
They
considered
that
he
had
become
much
"
simpler
.
"
Terénty
,
when
he
had
helped
him
undress
and
wished
him
good
night
,
often
lingered
with
his
master
's
boots
in
his
hands
and
clothes
over
his
arm
,
to
see
whether
he
would
not
start
a
talk
.
And
Pierre
,
noticing
that
Terénty
wanted
a
chat
,
generally
kept
him
there
.
"
Well
,
tell
me
...
now
,
how
did
you
get
food
?
"
he
would
ask
.
And
Terénty
would
begin
talking
of
the
destruction
of
Moscow
,
and
of
the
old
count
,
and
would
stand
for
a
long
time
holding
the
clothes
and
talking
,
or
sometimes
listening
to
Pierre
's
stories
,
and
then
would
go
out
into
the
hall
with
a
pleasant
sense
of
intimacy
with
his
master
and
affection
for
him
.
