-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Война и мир
-
- Стр. 301/1273
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
How
is
that
?
...
"
began
Prince
Andrew
,
who
had
for
long
been
waiting
an
opportunity
to
express
his
doubts
.
Kutúzov
here
woke
up
,
coughed
heavily
,
and
looked
round
at
the
generals
.
"
Gentlemen
,
the
dispositions
for
tomorrow
--
or
rather
for
today
,
for
it
is
past
midnight
--
can
not
now
be
altered
,
"
said
he
.
"
You
have
heard
them
,
and
we
shall
all
do
our
duty
.
But
before
a
battle
,
there
is
nothing
more
important
...
"
he
paused
,
"
than
to
have
a
good
sleep
.
"
He
moved
as
if
to
rise
.
The
generals
bowed
and
retired
.
It
was
past
midnight
.
Prince
Andrew
went
out
.
The
council
of
war
,
at
which
Prince
Andrew
had
not
been
able
to
express
his
opinion
as
he
had
hoped
to
,
left
on
him
a
vague
and
uneasy
impression
.
Whether
Dolgorúkov
and
Weyrother
,
or
Kutúzov
,
Langeron
,
and
the
others
who
did
not
approve
of
the
plan
of
attack
,
were
right
--
he
did
not
know
.
"
But
was
it
really
not
possible
for
Kutúzov
to
state
his
views
plainly
to
the
Emperor
?
Is
it
possible
that
on
account
of
court
and
personal
considerations
tens
of
thousands
of
lives
,
and
my
life
,
my
life
,
"
he
thought
,
"
must
be
risked
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
very
likely
that
I
shall
be
killed
tomorrow
,
"
he
thought
.
And
suddenly
,
at
this
thought
of
death
,
a
whole
series
of
most
distant
,
most
intimate
,
memories
rose
in
his
imagination
:
he
remembered
his
last
parting
from
his
father
and
his
wife
;
he
remembered
the
days
when
he
first
loved
her
.
He
thought
of
her
pregnancy
and
felt
sorry
for
her
and
for
himself
,
and
in
a
nervously
emotional
and
softened
mood
he
went
out
of
the
hut
in
which
he
was
billeted
with
Nesvítski
and
began
to
walk
up
and
down
before
it
.
The
night
was
foggy
and
through
the
fog
the
moonlight
gleamed
mysteriously
.
"
Yes
,
tomorrow
,
tomorrow
!
"
he
thought
.
"
Tomorrow
everything
may
be
over
for
me
!
All
these
memories
will
be
no
more
,
none
of
them
will
have
any
meaning
for
me
.
Tomorrow
perhaps
,
even
certainly
,
I
have
a
presentiment
that
for
the
first
time
I
shall
have
to
show
all
I
can
do
.
"
And
his
fancy
pictured
the
battle
,
its
loss
,
the
concentration
of
fighting
at
one
point
,
and
the
hesitation
of
all
the
commanders
.
And
then
that
happy
moment
,
that
Toulon
for
which
he
had
so
long
waited
,
presents
itself
to
him
at
last
.
He
firmly
and
clearly
expresses
his
opinion
to
Kutúzov
,
to
Weyrother
,
and
to
the
Emperors
.
All
are
struck
by
the
justness
of
his
views
,
but
no
one
undertakes
to
carry
them
out
,
so
he
takes
a
regiment
,
a
division
--
stipulates
that
no
one
is
to
interfere
with
his
arrangements
--
leads
his
division
to
the
decisive
point
,
and
gains
the
victory
alone
.
"
But
death
and
suffering
?
"
suggested
another
voice
.
Prince
Andrew
,
however
,
did
not
answer
that
voice
and
went
on
dreaming
of
his
triumphs
.
The
dispositions
for
the
next
battle
are
planned
by
him
alone
.
Nominally
he
is
only
an
adjutant
on
Kutúzov
's
staff
,
but
he
does
everything
alone
.
The
next
battle
is
won
by
him
alone
.
Kutúzov
is
removed
and
he
is
appointed
...
"
Well
and
then
?
"
asked
the
other
voice
.
"
If
before
that
you
are
not
ten
times
wounded
,
killed
,
or
betrayed
,
well
...
what
then
?
...
"
"
Well
then
,
"
Prince
Andrew
answered
himself
,
"
I
do
n't
know
what
will
happen
and
do
n't
want
to
know
,
and
ca
n't
,
but
if
I
want
this
--
want
glory
,
want
to
be
known
to
men
,
want
to
be
loved
by
them
,
it
is
not
my
fault
that
I
want
it
and
want
nothing
but
that
and
live
only
for
that
Yes
,
for
that
alone
!
I
shall
never
tell
anyone
,
but
,
oh
God
!
what
am
I
to
do
if
I
love
nothing
but
fame
and
men
's
esteem
?
Death
,
wounds
,
the
loss
of
family
--
I
fear
nothing
.
And
precious
and
dear
as
many
persons
are
to
me
--
father
,
sister
,
wife
--
those
dearest
to
me
--
yet
dreadful
and
unnatural
as
it
seems
,
I
would
give
them
all
at
once
for
a
moment
of
glory
,
of
triumph
over
men
,
of
love
from
men
I
do
n't
know
and
never
shall
know
,
for
the
love
of
these
men
here
,
"
he
thought
,
as
he
listened
to
voices
in
Kutúzov
's
courtyard
.
The
voices
were
those
of
the
orderlies
who
were
packing
up
;
one
voice
,
probably
a
coachman
's
,
was
teasing
Kutúzov
's
old
cook
whom
Prince
Andrew
knew
,
and
who
was
called
Tit
.
He
was
saying
,
"
Tit
,
I
say
,
Tit
!
"
"
Well
?
"
returned
the
old
man
.
