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"
Mon
Dieu
,
mon
Dieu
!
"
she
muttered
,
and
lifting
her
dress
with
one
hand
she
went
up
to
her
husband
and
kissed
him
on
the
forehead
.
"
Good
night
,
Lise
,
"
said
he
,
rising
and
courteously
kissing
her
hand
as
he
would
have
done
to
a
stranger
.
The
friends
were
silent
.
Neither
cared
to
begin
talking
.
Pierre
continually
glanced
at
Prince
Andrew
;
Prince
Andrew
rubbed
his
forehead
with
his
small
hand
.
"
Let
us
go
and
have
supper
,
"
he
said
with
a
sigh
,
going
to
the
door
.
They
entered
the
elegant
,
newly
decorated
,
and
luxurious
dining
room
.
Everything
from
the
table
napkins
to
the
silver
,
china
,
and
glass
bore
that
imprint
of
newness
found
in
the
households
of
the
newly
married
.
Halfway
through
supper
Prince
Andrew
leaned
his
elbows
on
the
table
and
,
with
a
look
of
nervous
agitation
such
as
Pierre
had
never
before
seen
on
his
face
,
began
to
talk
--
as
one
who
has
long
had
something
on
his
mind
and
suddenly
determines
to
speak
out
.
"
Never
,
never
marry
,
my
dear
fellow
!
That
's
my
advice
:
never
marry
till
you
can
say
to
yourself
that
you
have
done
all
you
are
capable
of
,
and
until
you
have
ceased
to
love
the
woman
of
your
choice
and
have
seen
her
plainly
as
she
is
,
or
else
you
will
make
a
cruel
and
irrevocable
mistake
.
Marry
when
you
are
old
and
good
for
nothing
--
or
all
that
is
good
and
noble
in
you
will
be
lost
.
It
will
all
be
wasted
on
trifles
.
Yes
!
Yes
!
Yes
!
Do
n't
look
at
me
with
such
surprise
.
If
you
marry
expecting
anything
from
yourself
in
the
future
,
you
will
feel
at
every
step
that
for
you
all
is
ended
,
all
is
closed
except
the
drawing
room
,
where
you
will
be
ranged
side
by
side
with
a
court
lackey
and
an
idiot
!
...
But
what
's
the
good
?
...
"
and
he
waved
his
arm
.
Pierre
took
off
his
spectacles
,
which
made
his
face
seem
different
and
the
good-natured
expression
still
more
apparent
,
and
gazed
at
his
friend
in
amazement
.
"
My
wife
,
"
continued
Prince
Andrew
,
"
is
an
excellent
woman
,
one
of
those
rare
women
with
whom
a
man
's
honor
is
safe
;
but
,
O
God
,
what
would
I
not
give
now
to
be
unmarried
!
You
are
the
first
and
only
one
to
whom
I
mention
this
,
because
I
like
you
.
"
As
he
said
this
Prince
Andrew
was
less
than
ever
like
that
Bolkónski
who
had
lolled
in
Anna
Pávlovna
's
easy
chairs
and
with
half-closed
eyes
had
uttered
French
phrases
between
his
teeth
.
Every
muscle
of
his
thin
face
was
now
quivering
with
nervous
excitement
;
his
eyes
,
in
which
the
fire
of
life
had
seemed
extinguished
,
now
flashed
with
brilliant
light
.
It
was
evident
that
the
more
lifeless
he
seemed
at
ordinary
times
,
the
more
impassioned
he
became
in
these
moments
of
almost
morbid
irritation
.
"
You
do
n't
understand
why
I
say
this
,
"
he
continued
,
"
but
it
is
the
whole
story
of
life
.
You
talk
of
Bonaparte
and
his
career
,
"
said
he
(
though
Pierre
had
not
mentioned
Bonaparte
)
,
"
but
Bonaparte
when
he
worked
went
step
by
step
toward
his
goal
.
He
was
free
,
he
had
nothing
but
his
aim
to
consider
,
and
he
reached
it
.
But
tie
yourself
up
with
a
woman
and
,
like
a
chained
convict
,
you
lose
all
freedom
!
And
all
you
have
of
hope
and
strength
merely
weighs
you
down
and
torments
you
with
regret
.
Drawing
rooms
,
gossip
,
balls
,
vanity
,
and
triviality
--
these
are
the
enchanted
circle
I
can
not
escape
from
.
I
am
now
going
to
the
war
,
the
greatest
war
there
ever
was
,
and
I
know
nothing
and
am
fit
for
nothing
.
I
am
very
amiable
and
have
a
caustic
wit
,
"
continued
Prince
Andrew
,
"
and
at
Anna
Pávlovna
's
they
listen
to
me
.
