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"
Oh
,
what
a
nuisance
,
"
said
Dolgorúkov
,
getting
up
hurriedly
and
pressing
the
hands
of
Prince
Andrew
and
Borís
.
"
You
know
I
should
be
very
glad
to
do
all
in
my
power
both
for
you
and
for
this
dear
young
man
.
"
Again
he
pressed
the
hand
of
the
latter
with
an
expression
of
good-natured
,
sincere
,
and
animated
levity
.
"
But
you
see
...
another
time
!
"
Borís
was
excited
by
the
thought
of
being
so
close
to
the
higher
powers
as
he
felt
himself
to
be
at
that
moment
He
was
conscious
that
here
he
was
in
contact
with
the
springs
that
set
in
motion
the
enormous
movements
of
the
mass
of
which
in
his
regiment
he
felt
himself
a
tiny
,
obedient
,
and
insignificant
atom
.
They
followed
Prince
Dolgorúkov
out
into
the
corridor
and
met
--
coming
out
of
the
door
of
the
Emperor
's
room
by
which
Dolgorúkov
had
entered
--
a
short
man
in
civilian
clothes
with
a
clever
face
and
sharply
projecting
jaw
which
,
without
spoiling
his
face
,
gave
him
a
peculiar
vivacity
and
shiftiness
of
expression
.
This
short
man
nodded
to
Dolgorúkov
as
to
an
intimate
friend
and
stared
at
Prince
Andrew
with
cool
intensity
,
walking
straight
toward
him
and
evidently
expecting
him
to
bow
or
to
step
out
of
his
way
.
Prince
Andrew
did
neither
:
a
look
of
animosity
appeared
on
his
face
and
the
other
turned
away
and
went
down
the
side
of
the
corridor
.
"
Who
was
that
?
"
asked
Borís
.
"
He
is
one
of
the
most
remarkable
,
but
to
me
most
unpleasant
of
men
--
the
Minister
of
Foreign
Affairs
,
Prince
Adam
Czartorýski
...
It
is
such
men
as
he
who
decide
the
fate
of
nations
,
"
added
Bolkónski
with
a
sigh
he
could
not
suppress
,
as
they
passed
out
of
the
palace
.
Next
day
,
the
army
began
its
campaign
,
and
up
to
the
very
battle
of
Austerlitz
,
Borís
was
unable
to
see
either
Prince
Andrew
or
Dolgorúkov
again
and
remained
for
a
while
with
the
Ismáylov
regiment
.
At
dawn
on
the
sixteenth
of
November
,
Denísov
's
squadron
,
in
which
Nicholas
Rostóv
served
and
which
was
in
Prince
Bagratión
's
detachment
,
moved
from
the
place
where
it
had
spent
the
night
,
advancing
into
action
as
arranged
,
and
after
going
behind
other
columns
for
about
two
thirds
of
a
mile
was
stopped
on
the
highroad
.
Rostóv
saw
the
Cossacks
and
then
the
first
and
second
squadrons
of
hussars
and
infantry
battalions
and
artillery
pass
by
and
go
forward
and
then
Generals
Bagratión
and
Dolgorúkov
ride
past
with
their
adjutants
.
All
the
fear
before
action
which
he
had
experienced
as
previously
,
all
the
inner
struggle
to
conquer
that
fear
,
all
his
dreams
of
distinguishing
himself
as
a
true
hussar
in
this
battle
,
had
been
wasted
.
Their
squadron
remained
in
reserve
and
Nicholas
Rostóv
spent
that
day
in
a
dull
and
wretched
mood
.
At
nine
in
the
morning
,
he
heard
firing
in
front
and
shouts
of
hurrah
,
and
saw
wounded
being
brought
back
(
there
were
not
many
of
them
)
,
and
at
last
he
saw
how
a
whole
detachment
of
French
cavalry
was
brought
in
,
convoyed
by
a
sótnya
of
Cossacks
.
Evidently
the
affair
was
over
and
,
though
not
big
,
had
been
a
successful
engagement
.
The
men
and
officers
returning
spoke
of
a
brilliant
victory
,
of
the
occupation
of
the
town
of
Wischau
and
the
capture
of
a
whole
French
squadron
.
The
day
was
bright
and
sunny
after
a
sharp
night
frost
,
and
the
cheerful
glitter
of
that
autumn
day
was
in
keeping
with
the
news
of
victory
which
was
conveyed
,
not
only
by
the
tales
of
those
who
had
taken
part
in
it
,
but
also
by
the
joyful
expression
on
the
faces
of
soldiers
,
officers
,
generals
,
and
adjutants
,
as
they
passed
Rostóv
going
or
coming
.
And
Nicholas
,
who
had
vainly
suffered
all
the
dread
that
precedes
a
battle
and
had
spent
that
happy
day
in
inactivity
,
was
all
the
more
depressed
.
"
Come
here
,
Wostóv
.
Let
's
dwink
to
dwown
our
gwief
!
"
shouted
Denísov
,
who
had
settled
down
by
the
roadside
with
a
flask
and
some
food
.
The
officers
gathered
round
Denísov
's
canteen
,
eating
and
talking
.
