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A
few
minutes
later
the
Governor
received
Alpátych
and
hurriedly
said
to
him
:
"
Inform
the
prince
and
princess
that
I
knew
nothing
:
I
acted
on
the
highest
instructions
--
here
...
"
and
he
handed
a
paper
to
Alpátych
.
"
Still
,
as
the
prince
is
unwell
my
advice
is
that
they
should
go
to
Moscow
.
I
am
just
starting
myself
.
Inform
them
...
"
But
the
Governor
did
not
finish
:
a
dusty
perspiring
officer
ran
into
the
room
and
began
to
say
something
in
French
.
The
Governor
's
face
expressed
terror
.
"
Go
,
"
he
said
,
nodding
his
head
to
Alpátych
,
and
began
questioning
the
officer
.
Eager
,
frightened
,
helpless
glances
were
turned
on
Alpátych
when
he
came
out
of
the
Governor
's
room
.
Involuntarily
listening
now
to
the
firing
,
which
had
drawn
nearer
and
was
increasing
in
strength
,
Alpátych
hurried
to
his
inn
.
The
paper
handed
to
him
by
the
Governor
said
this
:
"
I
assure
you
that
the
town
of
Smolénsk
is
not
in
the
slightest
danger
as
yet
and
it
is
unlikely
that
it
will
be
threatened
with
any
.
I
from
the
one
side
and
Prince
Bagratión
from
the
other
are
marching
to
unite
our
forces
before
Smolénsk
,
which
junction
will
be
effected
on
the
22nd
instant
,
and
both
armies
with
their
united
forces
will
defend
our
compatriots
of
the
province
entrusted
to
your
care
till
our
efforts
shall
have
beaten
back
the
enemies
of
our
Fatherland
,
or
till
the
last
warrior
in
our
valiant
ranks
has
perished
.
From
this
you
will
see
that
you
have
a
perfect
right
to
reassure
the
inhabitants
of
Smolénsk
,
for
those
defended
by
two
such
brave
armies
may
feel
assured
of
victory
.
"
(
Instructions
from
Barclay
de
Tolly
to
Baron
Asch
,
the
civil
governor
of
Smolénsk
,
1812
.
)
People
were
anxiously
roaming
about
the
streets
.
Carts
piled
high
with
household
utensils
,
chairs
,
and
cupboards
kept
emerging
from
the
gates
of
the
yards
and
moving
along
the
streets
.
Loaded
carts
stood
at
the
house
next
to
Ferapóntov
's
and
women
were
wailing
and
lamenting
as
they
said
good-by
.
A
small
watchdog
ran
round
barking
in
front
of
the
harnessed
horses
.
Alpátych
entered
the
innyard
at
a
quicker
pace
than
usual
and
went
straight
to
the
shed
where
his
horses
and
trap
were
.
The
coachman
was
asleep
.
He
woke
him
up
,
told
him
to
harness
,
and
went
into
the
passage
.
From
the
host
's
room
came
the
sounds
of
a
child
crying
,
the
despairing
sobs
of
a
woman
,
and
the
hoarse
angry
shouting
of
Ferapóntov
.
The
cook
began
running
hither
and
thither
in
the
passage
like
a
frightened
hen
,
just
as
Alpátych
entered
.
