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What
Pierre
did
not
know
was
that
the
place
where
they
presented
him
with
bread
and
salt
and
wished
to
build
a
chantry
in
honor
of
Peter
and
Paul
was
a
market
village
where
a
fair
was
held
on
St.
Peter
's
day
,
and
that
the
richest
peasants
(
who
formed
the
deputation
)
had
begun
the
chantry
long
before
,
but
that
nine
tenths
of
the
peasants
in
that
villages
were
in
a
state
of
the
greatest
poverty
.
He
did
not
know
that
since
the
nursing
mothers
were
no
longer
sent
to
work
on
his
land
,
they
did
still
harder
work
on
their
own
land
.
He
did
not
know
that
the
priest
who
met
him
with
the
cross
oppressed
the
peasants
by
his
exactions
,
and
that
the
pupils
'
parents
wept
at
having
to
let
him
take
their
children
and
secured
their
release
by
heavy
payments
.
He
did
not
know
that
the
brick
buildings
,
built
to
plan
,
were
being
built
by
serfs
whose
manorial
labor
was
thus
increased
,
though
lessened
on
paper
.
He
did
not
know
that
where
the
steward
had
shown
him
in
the
accounts
that
the
serfs
'
payments
had
been
diminished
by
a
third
,
their
obligatory
manorial
work
had
been
increased
by
a
half
.
And
so
Pierre
was
delighted
with
his
visit
to
his
estates
and
quite
recovered
the
philanthropic
mood
in
which
he
had
left
Petersburg
,
and
wrote
enthusiastic
letters
to
his
"
brother-instructor
"
as
he
called
the
Grand
Master
.
"
How
easy
it
is
,
how
little
effort
it
needs
,
to
do
so
much
good
,
"
thought
Pierre
,
"
and
how
little
attention
we
pay
to
it
!
"
He
was
pleased
at
the
gratitude
he
received
,
but
felt
abashed
at
receiving
it
.
This
gratitude
reminded
him
of
how
much
more
he
might
do
for
these
simple
,
kindly
people
.
The
chief
steward
,
a
very
stupid
but
cunning
man
who
saw
perfectly
through
the
naïve
and
intelligent
count
and
played
with
him
as
with
a
toy
,
seeing
the
effect
these
prearranged
receptions
had
on
Pierre
,
pressed
him
still
harder
with
proofs
of
the
impossibility
and
above
all
the
uselessness
of
freeing
the
serfs
,
who
were
quite
happy
as
it
was
Pierre
in
his
secret
soul
agreed
with
the
steward
that
it
would
be
difficult
to
imagine
happier
people
,
and
that
God
only
knew
what
would
happen
to
them
when
they
were
free
,
but
he
insisted
,
though
reluctantly
,
on
what
he
thought
right
.
The
steward
promised
to
do
all
in
his
power
to
carry
out
the
count
's
wishes
,
seeing
clearly
that
not
only
would
the
count
never
be
able
to
find
out
whether
all
measures
had
been
taken
for
the
sale
of
the
land
and
forests
and
to
release
them
from
the
Land
Bank
,
but
would
probably
never
even
inquire
and
would
never
know
that
the
newly
erected
buildings
were
standing
empty
and
that
the
serfs
continued
to
give
in
money
and
work
all
that
other
people
's
serfs
gave
--
that
is
to
say
,
all
that
could
be
got
out
of
them
.
Returning
from
his
journey
through
South
Russia
in
the
happiest
state
of
mind
,
Pierre
carried
out
an
intention
he
had
long
had
of
visiting
his
friend
Bolkónski
,
whom
he
had
not
seen
for
two
years
.
Boguchárovo
lay
in
a
flat
uninteresting
part
of
the
country
among
fields
and
forests
of
fir
and
birch
,
which
were
partly
cut
down
.
The
house
lay
behind
a
newly
dug
pond
filled
with
water
to
the
brink
and
with
banks
still
bare
of
grass
.
It
was
at
the
end
of
a
village
that
stretched
along
the
highroad
in
the
midst
of
a
young
copse
in
which
were
a
few
fir
trees
.
The
homestead
consisted
of
a
threshing
floor
,
outhouses
,
stables
,
a
bathhouse
,
a
lodge
,
and
a
large
brick
house
with
semicircular
façade
still
in
course
of
construction
.
Round
the
house
was
a
garden
newly
laid
out
.
The
fences
and
gates
were
new
and
solid
;
two
fire
pumps
and
a
water
cart
,
painted
green
,
stood
in
a
shed
;
the
paths
were
straight
,
the
bridges
were
strong
and
had
handrails
.
Everything
bore
an
impress
of
tidiness
and
good
management
.
Some
domestic
serfs
Pierre
met
,
in
reply
to
inquiries
as
to
where
the
prince
lived
,
pointed
out
a
small
newly
built
lodge
close
to
the
pond
.
Antón
,
a
man
who
had
looked
after
Prince
Andrew
in
his
boyhood
,
helped
Pierre
out
of
his
carriage
,
said
that
the
prince
was
at
home
,
and
showed
him
into
a
clean
little
anteroom
.
Pierre
was
struck
by
the
modesty
of
the
small
though
clean
house
after
the
brilliant
surroundings
in
which
he
had
last
met
his
friend
in
Petersburg
.
