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Willarski
was
silent
throughout
the
drive
.
To
Pierre
's
inquiries
as
to
what
he
must
do
and
how
he
should
answer
,
Willarski
only
replied
that
brothers
more
worthy
than
he
would
test
him
and
that
Pierre
had
only
to
tell
the
truth
.
Having
entered
the
courtyard
of
a
large
house
where
the
Lodge
had
its
headquarters
,
and
having
ascended
a
dark
staircase
,
they
entered
a
small
well-lit
anteroom
where
they
took
off
their
cloaks
without
the
aid
of
a
servant
.
From
there
they
passed
into
another
room
.
A
man
in
strange
attire
appeared
at
the
door
.
Willarski
,
stepping
toward
him
,
said
something
to
him
in
French
in
an
undertone
and
then
went
up
to
a
small
wardrobe
in
which
Pierre
noticed
garments
such
as
he
had
never
seen
before
.
Having
taken
a
kerchief
from
the
cupboard
,
Willarski
bound
Pierre
's
eyes
with
it
and
tied
it
in
a
knot
behind
,
catching
some
hairs
painfully
in
the
knot
.
Then
he
drew
his
face
down
,
kissed
him
,
and
taking
him
by
the
hand
led
him
forward
.
The
hairs
tied
in
the
knot
hurt
Pierre
and
there
were
lines
of
pain
on
his
face
and
a
shamefaced
smile
.
His
huge
figure
,
with
arms
hanging
down
and
with
a
puckered
,
though
smiling
face
,
moved
after
Willarski
with
uncertain
,
timid
steps
.
Having
led
him
about
ten
paces
,
Willarski
stopped
.
"
Whatever
happens
to
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
must
bear
it
all
manfully
if
you
have
firmly
resolved
to
join
our
Brotherhood
.
"
(
Pierre
nodded
affirmatively
.
)
"
When
you
hear
a
knock
at
the
door
,
you
will
uncover
your
eyes
,
"
added
Willarski
.
"
I
wish
you
courage
and
success
,
"
and
,
pressing
Pierre
's
hand
,
he
went
out
.
Left
alone
,
Pierre
went
on
smiling
in
the
same
way
.
Once
or
twice
he
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
raised
his
hand
to
the
kerchief
,
as
if
wishing
to
take
it
off
,
but
let
it
drop
again
.
The
five
minutes
spent
with
his
eyes
bandaged
seemed
to
him
an
hour
.
His
arms
felt
numb
,
his
legs
almost
gave
way
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
tired
out
.
He
experienced
a
variety
of
most
complex
sensations
.
He
felt
afraid
of
what
would
happen
to
him
and
still
more
afraid
of
showing
his
fear
.
He
felt
curious
to
know
what
was
going
to
happen
and
what
would
be
revealed
to
him
;
but
most
of
all
,
he
felt
joyful
that
the
moment
had
come
when
he
would
at
last
start
on
that
path
of
regeneration
and
on
the
actively
virtuous
life
of
which
he
had
been
dreaming
since
he
met
Joseph
Alexéevich
.
Loud
knocks
were
heard
at
the
door
.
Pierre
took
the
bandage
off
his
eyes
and
glanced
around
him
.
The
room
was
in
black
darkness
,
only
a
small
lamp
was
burning
inside
something
white
.
Pierre
went
nearer
and
saw
that
the
lamp
stood
on
a
black
table
on
which
lay
an
open
book
.
The
book
was
the
Gospel
,
and
the
white
thing
with
the
lamp
inside
was
a
human
skull
with
its
cavities
and
teeth
.
After
reading
the
first
words
of
the
Gospel
:
"
In
the
beginning
was
the
Word
and
the
Word
was
with
God
,
"
Pierre
went
round
the
table
and
saw
a
large
open
box
filled
with
something
.
It
was
a
coffin
with
bones
inside
.
He
was
not
at
all
surprised
by
what
he
saw
.
Hoping
to
enter
on
an
entirely
new
life
quite
unlike
the
old
one
,
he
expected
everything
to
be
unusual
,
even
more
unusual
than
what
he
was
seeing
.
A
skull
,
a
coffin
,
the
Gospel
--
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
expected
all
this
and
even
more
.
Trying
to
stimulate
his
emotions
he
looked
around
.
"
God
,
death
,
love
,
the
brotherhood
of
man
,
"
he
kept
saying
to
himself
,
associating
these
words
with
vague
yet
joyful
ideas
.
The
door
opened
and
someone
came
in
.
By
the
dim
light
,
to
which
Pierre
had
already
become
accustomed
,
he
saw
a
rather
short
man
.
Having
evidently
come
from
the
light
into
the
darkness
,
the
man
paused
,
then
moved
with
cautious
steps
toward
the
table
and
placed
on
it
his
small
leather-gloved
hands
.
This
short
man
had
on
a
white
leather
apron
which
covered
his
chest
and
part
of
his
legs
;
he
had
on
a
kind
of
necklace
above
which
rose
a
high
white
ruffle
,
outlining
his
rather
long
face
which
was
lit
up
from
below
.
"
For
what
have
you
come
hither
?
"
asked
the
newcomer
,
turning
in
Pierre
's
direction
at
a
slight
rustle
made
by
the
latter
.
"
Why
have
you
,
who
do
not
believe
in
the
truth
of
the
light
and
who
have
not
seen
the
light
,
come
here
?
What
do
you
seek
from
us
?
Wisdom
,
virtue
,
enlightenment
?
"
