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"
Do
n't
put
it
in
so
carelessly
,
"
said
one
of
the
peasants
,
a
man
with
a
round
smiling
face
,
taking
a
casket
from
a
housemaid
.
"
You
know
it
has
cost
money
!
How
can
you
chuck
it
in
like
that
or
shove
it
under
the
cord
where
it
'll
get
rubbed
?
I
do
n't
like
that
way
of
doing
things
.
Let
it
all
be
done
properly
,
according
to
rule
.
Look
here
,
put
it
under
the
bast
matting
and
cover
it
with
hay
--
that
's
the
way
!
"
"
Eh
,
books
,
books
!
"
said
another
peasant
,
bringing
out
Prince
Andrew
's
library
cupboards
.
"
Do
n't
catch
up
against
it
!
It
's
heavy
,
lads
--
solid
books
.
"
"
Yes
,
they
worked
all
day
and
did
n't
play
!
"
remarked
the
tall
,
round-faced
peasant
gravely
,
pointing
with
a
significant
wink
at
the
dictionaries
that
were
on
the
top
.
Unwilling
to
obtrude
himself
on
the
princess
,
Rostóv
did
not
go
back
to
the
house
but
remained
in
the
village
awaiting
her
departure
.
When
her
carriage
drove
out
of
the
house
,
he
mounted
and
accompanied
her
eight
miles
from
Boguchárovo
to
where
the
road
was
occupied
by
our
troops
.
At
the
inn
at
Yankóvo
he
respectfully
took
leave
of
her
,
for
the
first
time
permitting
himself
to
kiss
her
hand
.
"
How
can
you
speak
so
!
"
he
blushingly
replied
to
Princess
Mary
's
expressions
of
gratitude
for
her
deliverance
,
as
she
termed
what
had
occurred
.
"
Any
police
officer
would
have
done
as
much
!
If
we
had
had
only
peasants
to
fight
,
we
should
not
have
let
the
enemy
come
so
far
,
"
said
he
with
a
sense
of
shame
and
wishing
to
change
the
subject
.
"
I
am
only
happy
to
have
had
the
opportunity
of
making
your
acquaintance
.
Good-by
,
Princess
.
I
wish
you
happiness
and
consolation
and
hope
to
meet
you
again
in
happier
circumstances
.
If
you
do
n't
want
to
make
me
blush
,
please
do
n't
thank
me
!
"
But
the
princess
,
if
she
did
not
again
thank
him
in
words
,
thanked
him
with
the
whole
expression
of
her
face
,
radiant
with
gratitude
and
tenderness
.
She
could
not
believe
that
there
was
nothing
to
thank
him
for
.
On
the
contrary
,
it
seemed
to
her
certain
that
had
he
not
been
there
she
would
have
perished
at
the
hands
of
the
mutineers
and
of
the
French
,
and
that
he
had
exposed
himself
to
terrible
and
obvious
danger
to
save
her
,
and
even
more
certain
was
it
that
he
was
a
man
of
lofty
and
noble
soul
,
able
to
understand
her
position
and
her
sorrow
.
His
kind
,
honest
eyes
,
with
the
tears
rising
in
them
when
she
herself
had
begun
to
cry
as
she
spoke
of
her
loss
,
did
not
leave
her
memory
.
When
she
had
taken
leave
of
him
and
remained
alone
she
suddenly
felt
her
eyes
filling
with
tears
,
and
then
not
for
the
first
time
the
strange
question
presented
itself
to
her
:
did
she
love
him
?
On
the
rest
of
the
way
to
Moscow
,
though
the
princess
'
position
was
not
a
cheerful
one
,
Dunyásha
,
who
went
with
her
in
the
carriage
,
more
than
once
noticed
that
her
mistress
leaned
out
of
the
window
and
smiled
at
something
with
an
expression
of
mingled
joy
and
sorrow
.
