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Four
days
before
,
sentinels
of
the
Preobrazhénsk
regiment
had
stood
in
front
of
the
house
to
which
Balashëv
was
conducted
,
and
now
two
French
grenadiers
stood
there
in
blue
uniforms
unfastened
in
front
and
with
shaggy
caps
on
their
heads
,
and
an
escort
of
hussars
and
Uhlans
and
a
brilliant
suite
of
aides-de-camp
,
pages
,
and
generals
,
who
were
waiting
for
Napoleon
to
come
out
,
were
standing
at
the
porch
,
round
his
saddle
horse
and
his
Mameluke
,
Rustan
.
Napoleon
received
Balashëv
in
the
very
house
in
Vílna
from
which
Alexander
had
dispatched
him
on
his
mission
.
Though
Balashëv
was
used
to
imperial
pomp
,
he
was
amazed
at
the
luxury
and
magnificence
of
Napoleon
's
court
.
The
Comte
de
Turenne
showed
him
into
a
big
reception
room
where
many
generals
,
gentlemen-in-waiting
,
and
Polish
magnates
--
several
of
whom
Balashëv
had
seen
at
the
court
of
the
Emperor
of
Russia
--
were
waiting
.
Duroc
said
that
Napoleon
would
receive
the
Russian
general
before
going
for
his
ride
.
After
some
minutes
,
the
gentleman-in-waiting
who
was
on
duty
came
into
the
great
reception
room
and
,
bowing
politely
,
asked
Balashëv
to
follow
him
.
Balashëv
went
into
a
small
reception
room
,
one
door
of
which
led
into
a
study
,
the
very
one
from
which
the
Russian
Emperor
had
dispatched
him
on
his
mission
.
He
stood
a
minute
or
two
,
waiting
.
He
heard
hurried
footsteps
beyond
the
door
,
both
halves
of
it
were
opened
rapidly
;
all
was
silent
and
then
from
the
study
the
sound
was
heard
of
other
steps
,
firm
and
resolute
--
they
were
those
of
Napoleon
.
He
had
just
finished
dressing
for
his
ride
,
and
wore
a
blue
uniform
,
opening
in
front
over
a
white
waistcoat
so
long
that
it
covered
his
rotund
stomach
,
white
leather
breeches
tightly
fitting
the
fat
thighs
of
his
short
legs
,
and
Hessian
boots
.
His
short
hair
had
evidently
just
been
brushed
,
but
one
lock
hung
down
in
the
middle
of
his
broad
forehead
.
His
plump
white
neck
stood
out
sharply
above
the
black
collar
of
his
uniform
,
and
he
smelled
of
Eau
de
Cologne
.
His
full
face
,
rather
young-looking
,
with
its
prominent
chin
,
wore
a
gracious
and
majestic
expression
of
imperial
welcome
.
He
entered
briskly
,
with
a
jerk
at
every
step
and
his
head
slightly
thrown
back
.
His
whole
short
corpulent
figure
with
broad
thick
shoulders
,
and
chest
and
stomach
involuntarily
protruding
,
had
that
imposing
and
stately
appearance
one
sees
in
men
of
forty
who
live
in
comfort
.
It
was
evident
,
too
,
that
he
was
in
the
best
of
spirits
that
day
.
He
nodded
in
answer
to
Balashëv
's
low
and
respectful
bow
,
and
coming
up
to
him
at
once
began
speaking
like
a
man
who
values
every
moment
of
his
time
and
does
not
condescend
to
prepare
what
he
has
to
say
but
is
sure
he
will
always
say
the
right
thing
and
say
it
well
.
"
Good
day
,
General
!
"
said
he
.
"
I
have
received
the
letter
you
brought
from
the
Emperor
Alexander
and
am
very
glad
to
see
you
.
"
He
glanced
with
his
large
eyes
into
Balashëv
's
face
and
immediately
looked
past
him
.
It
was
plain
that
Balashëv
's
personality
did
not
interest
him
at
all
.
Evidently
only
what
took
place
within
his
own
mind
interested
him
.
Nothing
outside
himself
had
any
significance
for
him
,
because
everything
in
the
world
,
it
seemed
to
him
,
depended
entirely
on
his
will
.
