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She
always
addressed
him
with
a
radiantly
confiding
smile
meant
for
him
alone
,
in
which
there
was
something
more
significant
than
in
the
general
smile
that
usually
brightened
her
face
.
Pierre
knew
that
everyone
was
waiting
for
him
to
say
a
word
and
cross
a
certain
line
,
and
he
knew
that
sooner
or
later
he
would
step
across
it
,
but
an
incomprehensible
terror
seized
him
at
the
thought
of
that
dreadful
step
.
A
thousand
times
during
that
month
and
a
half
while
he
felt
himself
drawn
nearer
and
nearer
to
that
dreadful
abyss
,
Pierre
said
to
himself
:
"
What
am
I
doing
?
I
need
resolution
.
Can
it
be
that
I
have
none
?
"
He
wished
to
take
a
decision
,
but
felt
with
dismay
that
in
this
matter
he
lacked
that
strength
of
will
which
he
had
known
in
himself
and
really
possessed
.
Pierre
was
one
of
those
who
are
only
strong
when
they
feel
themselves
quite
innocent
,
and
since
that
day
when
he
was
overpowered
by
a
feeling
of
desire
while
stooping
over
the
snuffbox
at
Anna
Pávlovna
's
,
an
unacknowledged
sense
of
the
guilt
of
that
desire
paralyzed
his
will
.
On
Hélène
's
name
day
,
a
small
party
of
just
their
own
people
--
as
his
wife
said
--
met
for
supper
at
Prince
Vasíli
's
.
All
these
friends
and
relations
had
been
given
to
understand
that
the
fate
of
the
young
girl
would
be
decided
that
evening
.
The
visitors
were
seated
at
supper
.
Princess
Kurágina
,
a
portly
imposing
woman
who
had
once
been
handsome
,
was
sitting
at
the
head
of
the
table
.
On
either
side
of
her
sat
the
more
important
guests
--
an
old
general
and
his
wife
,
and
Anna
Pávlovna
Schérer
.
At
the
other
end
sat
the
younger
and
less
important
guests
,
and
there
too
sat
the
members
of
the
family
,
and
Pierre
and
Hélène
,
side
by
side
.
Prince
Vasíli
was
not
having
any
supper
:
he
went
round
the
table
in
a
merry
mood
,
sitting
down
now
by
one
,
now
by
another
,
of
the
guests
.
To
each
of
them
he
made
some
careless
and
agreeable
remark
except
to
Pierre
and
Hélène
,
whose
presence
he
seemed
not
to
notice
.
He
enlivened
the
whole
party
.
The
wax
candles
burned
brightly
,
the
silver
and
crystal
gleamed
,
so
did
the
ladies
'
toilets
and
the
gold
and
silver
of
the
men
's
epaulets
;
servants
in
scarlet
liveries
moved
round
the
table
,
the
clatter
of
plates
,
knives
,
and
glasses
mingled
with
the
animated
hum
of
several
conversations
.
At
one
end
of
the
table
,
the
old
chamberlain
was
heard
assuring
an
old
baroness
that
he
loved
her
passionately
,
at
which
she
laughed
;
at
the
other
could
be
heard
the
story
of
the
misfortunes
of
some
Mary
Víktorovna
or
other
.
At
the
center
of
the
table
,
Prince
Vasíli
attracted
everybody
's
attention
.
With
a
facetious
smile
on
his
face
,
he
was
telling
the
ladies
about
last
Wednesday
's
meeting
of
the
Imperial
Council
,
at
which
Sergéy
Kuzmích
Vyazmítinov
,
the
new
military
governor
general
of
Petersburg
,
had
received
and
read
the
then
famous
rescript
of
the
Emperor
Alexander
from
the
army
to
Sergéy
Kuzmích
,
in
which
the
Emperor
said
that
he
was
receiving
from
all
sides
declarations
of
the
people
's
loyalty
,
that
the
declaration
from
Petersburg
gave
him
particular
pleasure
,
and
that
he
was
proud
to
be
at
the
head
of
such
a
nation
and
would
endeavor
to
be
worthy
of
it
.
This
rescript
began
with
the
words
:
"
Sergéy
Kuzmích
,
From
all
sides
reports
reach
me
,
"
etc.
.
"
Well
,
and
so
he
never
got
farther
than
:
'
Sergéy
Kuzmích
'
?
"
asked
one
of
the
ladies
.
"
Exactly
,
not
a
hair
's
breadth
farther
,
"
answered
Prince
Vasíli
,
laughing
,
"'
Sergéy
Kuzmích
...
From
all
sides
...
From
all
sides
...
Sergéy
Kuzmích
...
'
Poor
Vyazmítinov
could
not
get
any
farther
!
He
began
the
rescript
again
and
again
,
but
as
soon
as
he
uttered
'
Sergéy
'
he
sobbed
,
'
Kuz-mí-ch
,
'
tears
,
and
'
From
all
sides
'
was
smothered
in
sobs
and
he
could
get
no
farther
.
And
again
his
handkerchief
,
and
again
:
'
Sergéy
Kuzmích
,
From
all
sides
,
'
...
and
tears
,
till
at
last
somebody
else
was
asked
to
read
it
.
"
"
Kuzmích
...
From
all
sides
...
and
then
tears
,
"
someone
repeated
laughing
.
"
Do
n't
be
unkind
,
"
cried
Anna
Pávlovna
from
her
end
of
the
table
holding
up
a
threatening
finger
.
"
He
is
such
a
worthy
and
excellent
man
,
our
dear
Vyazmítinov
...
"
Everybody
laughed
a
great
deal
.
At
the
head
of
the
table
,
where
the
honored
guests
sat
,
everyone
seemed
to
be
in
high
spirits
and
under
the
influence
of
a
variety
of
exciting
sensations
.
Only
Pierre
and
Hélène
sat
silently
side
by
side
almost
at
the
bottom
of
the
table
,
a
suppressed
smile
brightening
both
their
faces
,
a
smile
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
Sergéy
Kuzmích
--
a
smile
of
bashfulness
at
their
own
feelings
.
But
much
as
all
the
rest
laughed
,
talked
,
and
joked
,
much
as
they
enjoyed
their
Rhine
wine
,
sauté
,
and
ices
,
and
however
they
avoided
looking
at
the
young
couple
,
and
heedless
and
unobservant
as
they
seemed
of
them
,
one
could
feel
by
the
occasional
glances
they
gave
that
the
story
about
Sergéy
Kuzmích
,
the
laughter
,
and
the
food
were
all
a
pretense
,
and
that
the
whole
attention
of
that
company
was
directed
to
--
Pierre
and
Hélène
.
Prince
Vasíli
mimicked
the
sobbing
of
Sergéy
Kuzmích
and
at
the
same
time
his
eyes
glanced
toward
his
daughter
,
and
while
he
laughed
the
expression
on
his
face
clearly
said
:
"
Yes
...
it
's
getting
on
,
it
will
all
be
settled
today
.
"
Anna
Pávlovna
threatened
him
on
behalf
of
"
our
dear
Vyazmítinov
,
"
and
in
her
eyes
,
which
,
for
an
instant
,
glanced
at
Pierre
,
Prince
Vasíli
read
a
congratulation
on
his
future
son-in-law
and
on
his
daughter
's
happiness
.
The
old
princess
sighed
sadly
as
she
offered
some
wine
to
the
old
lady
next
to
her
and
glanced
angrily
at
her
daughter
,
and
her
sigh
seemed
to
say
:
"
Yes
,
there
's
nothing
left
for
you
and
me
but
to
sip
sweet
wine
,
my
dear
,
now
that
the
time
has
come
for
these
young
ones
to
be
thus
boldly
,
provocatively
happy
.
