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The
whole
day
had
been
hot
.
Somewhere
a
storm
was
gathering
,
but
only
a
small
cloud
had
scattered
some
raindrops
lightly
,
sprinkling
the
road
and
the
sappy
leaves
.
The
left
side
of
the
forest
was
dark
in
the
shade
,
the
right
side
glittered
in
the
sunlight
,
wet
and
shiny
and
scarcely
swayed
by
the
breeze
.
Everything
was
in
blossom
,
the
nightingales
trilled
,
and
their
voices
reverberated
now
near
,
now
far
away
.
"
Yes
,
here
in
this
forest
was
that
oak
with
which
I
agreed
,
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
.
"
But
where
is
it
?
"
he
again
wondered
,
gazing
at
the
left
side
of
the
road
,
and
without
recognizing
it
he
looked
with
admiration
at
the
very
oak
he
sought
.
The
old
oak
,
quite
transfigured
,
spreading
out
a
canopy
of
sappy
dark-green
foliage
,
stood
rapt
and
slightly
trembling
in
the
rays
of
the
evening
sun
.
Neither
gnarled
fingers
nor
old
scars
nor
old
doubts
and
sorrows
were
any
of
them
in
evidence
now
.
Through
the
hard
century-old
bark
,
even
where
there
were
no
twigs
,
leaves
had
sprouted
such
as
one
could
hardly
believe
the
old
veteran
could
have
produced
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
the
same
oak
,
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
,
and
all
at
once
he
was
seized
by
an
unreasoning
springtime
feeling
of
joy
and
renewal
.
All
the
best
moments
of
his
life
suddenly
rose
to
his
memory
.
Austerlitz
with
the
lofty
heavens
,
his
wife
's
dead
reproachful
face
,
Pierre
at
the
ferry
,
that
girl
thrilled
by
the
beauty
of
the
night
,
and
that
night
itself
and
the
moon
,
and
...
all
this
rushed
suddenly
to
his
mind
.
"
No
,
life
is
not
over
at
thirty-one
!
"
Prince
Andrew
suddenly
decided
finally
and
decisively
.
"
It
is
not
enough
for
me
to
know
what
I
have
in
me
--
everyone
must
know
it
:
Pierre
,
and
that
young
girl
who
wanted
to
fly
away
into
the
sky
,
everyone
must
know
me
,
so
that
my
life
may
not
be
lived
for
myself
alone
while
others
live
so
apart
from
it
,
but
so
that
it
may
be
reflected
in
them
all
,
and
they
and
I
may
live
in
harmony
!
"
On
reaching
home
Prince
Andrew
decided
to
go
to
Petersburg
that
autumn
and
found
all
sorts
of
reasons
for
this
decision
.
A
whole
series
of
sensible
and
logical
considerations
showing
it
to
be
essential
for
him
to
go
to
Petersburg
,
and
even
to
re-enter
the
service
,
kept
springing
up
in
his
mind
.
He
could
not
now
understand
how
he
could
ever
even
have
doubted
the
necessity
of
taking
an
active
share
in
life
,
just
as
a
month
before
he
had
not
understood
how
the
idea
of
leaving
the
quiet
country
could
ever
enter
his
head
.
It
now
seemed
clear
to
him
that
all
his
experience
of
life
must
be
senselessly
wasted
unless
he
applied
it
to
some
kind
of
work
and
again
played
an
active
part
in
life
.
He
did
not
even
remember
how
formerly
,
on
the
strength
of
similar
wretched
logical
arguments
,
it
had
seemed
obvious
that
he
would
be
degrading
himself
if
he
now
,
after
the
lessons
he
had
had
in
life
,
allowed
himself
to
believe
in
the
possibility
of
being
useful
and
in
the
possibility
of
happiness
or
love
.
Now
reason
suggested
quite
the
opposite
.
After
that
journey
to
Ryazán
he
found
the
country
dull
;
his
former
pursuits
no
longer
interested
him
,
and
often
when
sitting
alone
in
his
study
he
got
up
,
went
to
the
mirror
,
and
gazed
a
long
time
at
his
own
face
.
Then
he
would
turn
away
to
the
portrait
of
his
dead
Lise
,
who
with
hair
curled
à
la
grecque
looked
tenderly
and
gaily
at
him
out
of
the
gilt
frame
.
She
did
not
now
say
those
former
terrible
words
to
him
,
but
looked
simply
,
merrily
,
and
inquisitively
at
him
.
And
Prince
Andrew
,
crossing
his
arms
behind
him
,
long
paced
the
room
,
now
frowning
,
now
smiling
,
as
he
reflected
on
those
irrational
,
inexpressible
thoughts
,
secret
as
a
crime
,
which
altered
his
whole
life
and
were
connected
with
Pierre
,
with
fame
,
with
the
girl
at
the
window
,
the
oak
,
and
woman
's
beauty
and
love
.
And
if
anyone
came
into
his
room
at
such
moments
he
was
particularly
cold
,
stern
,
and
above
all
unpleasantly
logical
.
"
My
dear
,
"
Princess
Mary
entering
at
such
a
moment
would
say
,
"
little
Nicholas
ca
n't
go
out
today
,
it
's
very
cold
"
"
If
it
were
hot
,
"
Prince
Andrew
would
reply
at
such
times
very
dryly
to
his
sister
,
"
he
could
go
out
in
his
smock
,
but
as
it
is
cold
he
must
wear
warm
clothes
,
which
were
designed
for
that
purpose
.
That
is
what
follows
from
the
fact
that
it
is
cold
;
and
not
that
a
child
who
needs
fresh
air
should
remain
at
home
,
"
he
would
add
with
extreme
logic
,
as
if
punishing
someone
for
those
secret
illogical
emotions
that
stirred
within
him
.
