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On
the
twelfth
of
November
,
Kutúzov
's
active
army
,
in
camp
before
Olmütz
,
was
preparing
to
be
reviewed
next
day
by
the
two
Emperors
--
the
Russian
and
the
Austrian
.
The
Guards
,
just
arrived
from
Russia
,
spent
the
night
ten
miles
from
Olmütz
and
next
morning
were
to
come
straight
to
the
review
,
reaching
the
field
at
Olmütz
by
ten
o'clock
.
That
day
Nicholas
Rostóv
received
a
letter
from
Borís
,
telling
him
that
the
Ismáylov
regiment
was
quartered
for
the
night
ten
miles
from
Olmütz
and
that
he
wanted
to
see
him
as
he
had
a
letter
and
money
for
him
.
Rostóv
was
particularly
in
need
of
money
now
that
the
troops
,
after
their
active
service
,
were
stationed
near
Olmütz
and
the
camp
swarmed
with
well-provisioned
sutlers
and
Austrian
Jews
offering
all
sorts
of
tempting
wares
.
The
Pávlograds
held
feast
after
feast
,
celebrating
awards
they
had
received
for
the
campaign
,
and
made
expeditions
to
Olmütz
to
visit
a
certain
Caroline
the
Hungarian
,
who
had
recently
opened
a
restaurant
there
with
girls
as
waitresses
.
Rostóv
,
who
had
just
celebrated
his
promotion
to
a
cornetcy
and
bought
Denísov
's
horse
,
Bedouin
,
was
in
debt
all
round
,
to
his
comrades
and
the
sutlers
.
On
receiving
Borís
'
letter
he
rode
with
a
fellow
officer
to
Olmütz
,
dined
there
,
drank
a
bottle
of
wine
,
and
then
set
off
alone
to
the
Guards
'
camp
to
find
his
old
playmate
.
Rostóv
had
not
yet
had
time
to
get
his
uniform
.
He
had
on
a
shabby
cadet
jacket
,
decorated
with
a
soldier
's
cross
,
equally
shabby
cadet
's
riding
breeches
lined
with
worn
leather
,
and
an
officer
's
saber
with
a
sword
knot
.
The
Don
horse
he
was
riding
was
one
he
had
bought
from
a
Cossack
during
the
campaign
,
and
he
wore
a
crumpled
hussar
cap
stuck
jauntily
back
on
one
side
of
his
head
.
As
he
rode
up
to
the
camp
he
thought
how
he
would
impress
Borís
and
all
his
comrades
of
the
Guards
by
his
appearance
--
that
of
a
fighting
hussar
who
had
been
under
fire
.
The
Guards
had
made
their
whole
march
as
if
on
a
pleasure
trip
,
parading
their
cleanliness
and
discipline
.
They
had
come
by
easy
stages
,
their
knapsacks
conveyed
on
carts
,
and
the
Austrian
authorities
had
provided
excellent
dinners
for
the
officers
at
every
halting
place
.
The
regiments
had
entered
and
left
the
town
with
their
bands
playing
,
and
by
the
Grand
Duke
's
orders
the
men
had
marched
all
the
way
in
step
(
a
practice
on
which
the
Guards
prided
themselves
)
,
the
officers
on
foot
and
at
their
proper
posts
.
Borís
had
been
quartered
,
and
had
marched
all
the
way
,
with
Berg
who
was
already
in
command
of
a
company
.
Berg
,
who
had
obtained
his
captaincy
during
the
campaign
,
had
gained
the
confidence
of
his
superiors
by
his
promptitude
and
accuracy
and
had
arranged
his
money
matters
very
satisfactorily
.
Borís
,
during
the
campaign
,
had
made
the
acquaintance
of
many
persons
who
might
prove
useful
to
him
,
and
by
a
letter
of
recommendation
he
had
brought
from
Pierre
had
become
acquainted
with
Prince
Andrew
Bolkónski
,
through
whom
he
hoped
to
obtain
a
post
on
the
commander
in
chief
's
staff
.
Berg
and
Borís
,
having
rested
after
yesterday
's
march
,
were
sitting
,
clean
and
neatly
dressed
,
at
a
round
table
in
the
clean
quarters
allotted
to
them
,
playing
chess
.
Berg
held
a
smoking
pipe
between
his
knees
.
Borís
,
in
the
accurate
way
characteristic
of
him
,
was
building
a
little
pyramid
of
chessmen
with
his
delicate
white
fingers
while
awaiting
Berg
's
move
,
and
watched
his
opponent
's
face
,
evidently
thinking
about
the
game
as
he
always
thought
only
of
whatever
he
was
engaged
on
.
"
Well
,
how
are
you
going
to
get
out
of
that
?
"
he
remarked
.
"
We
'll
try
to
,
"
replied
Berg
,
touching
a
pawn
and
then
removing
his
hand
.
At
that
moment
the
door
opened
.
"
Here
he
is
at
last
!
"
shouted
Rostóv
.
"
And
Berg
too
!
Oh
,
you
petisenfans
,
allay
cushay
dormir
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
imitating
his
Russian
nurse
's
French
,
at
which
he
and
Borís
used
to
laugh
long
ago
.
"
Dear
me
,
how
you
have
changed
!
"
