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"
And
how
's
your
father
?
"
"
I
received
news
of
his
death
,
yesterday
,
"
replied
Prince
Andrew
abruptly
.
Kutúzov
looked
at
him
with
eyes
wide
open
with
dismay
and
then
took
off
his
cap
and
crossed
himself
:
"
May
the
kingdom
of
Heaven
be
his
!
God
's
will
be
done
to
us
all
!
"
He
sighed
deeply
,
his
whole
chest
heaving
,
and
was
silent
for
a
while
.
"
I
loved
him
and
respected
him
,
and
sympathize
with
you
with
all
my
heart
.
"
He
embraced
Prince
Andrew
,
pressing
him
to
his
fat
breast
,
and
for
some
time
did
not
let
him
go
.
When
he
released
him
Prince
Andrew
saw
that
Kutúzov
's
flabby
lips
were
trembling
and
that
tears
were
in
his
eyes
.
He
sighed
and
pressed
on
the
bench
with
both
hands
to
raise
himself
.
"
Come
!
Come
with
me
,
we
'll
have
a
talk
,
"
said
he
.
But
at
that
moment
Denísov
,
no
more
intimidated
by
his
superiors
than
by
the
enemy
,
came
with
jingling
spurs
up
the
steps
of
the
porch
,
despite
the
angry
whispers
of
the
adjutants
who
tried
to
stop
him
.
Kutúzov
,
his
hands
still
pressed
on
the
seat
,
glanced
at
him
glumly
.
Denísov
,
having
given
his
name
,
announced
that
he
had
to
communicate
to
his
Serene
Highness
a
matter
of
great
importance
for
their
country
's
welfare
.
Kutúzov
looked
wearily
at
him
and
,
lifting
his
hands
with
a
gesture
of
annoyance
,
folded
them
across
his
stomach
,
repeating
the
words
:
"
For
our
country
's
welfare
?
Well
,
what
is
it
?
Speak
!
"
Denísov
blushed
like
a
girl
(
it
was
strange
to
see
the
color
rise
in
that
shaggy
,
bibulous
,
time-worn
face
)
and
boldly
began
to
expound
his
plan
of
cutting
the
enemy
's
lines
of
communication
between
Smolénsk
and
Vyázma
.
Denísov
came
from
those
parts
and
knew
the
country
well
.
His
plan
seemed
decidedly
a
good
one
,
especially
from
the
strength
of
conviction
with
which
he
spoke
.
Kutúzov
looked
down
at
his
own
legs
,
occasionally
glancing
at
the
door
of
the
adjoining
hut
as
if
expecting
something
unpleasant
to
emerge
from
it
.
And
from
that
hut
,
while
Denísov
was
speaking
,
a
general
with
a
portfolio
under
his
arm
really
did
appear
.
"
What
?
"
said
Kutúzov
,
in
the
midst
of
Denísov
's
explanations
,
"
are
you
ready
so
soon
?
"
"
Ready
,
your
Serene
Highness
,
"
replied
the
general
.
