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"
Well
then
,
sell
it
,
"
said
he
.
"
What
's
to
be
done
?
I
ca
n't
draw
back
now
!
"
The
worse
everything
became
,
especially
his
own
affairs
,
the
better
was
Pierre
pleased
and
the
more
evident
was
it
that
the
catastrophe
he
expected
was
approaching
.
Hardly
anyone
he
knew
was
left
in
town
.
Julie
had
gone
,
and
so
had
Princess
Mary
.
Of
his
intimate
friends
only
the
Rostóvs
remained
,
but
he
did
not
go
to
see
them
.
To
distract
his
thoughts
he
drove
that
day
to
the
village
of
Vorontsóvo
to
see
the
great
balloon
Leppich
was
constructing
to
destroy
the
foe
,
and
a
trial
balloon
that
was
to
go
up
next
day
.
The
balloon
was
not
yet
ready
,
but
Pierre
learned
that
it
was
being
constructed
by
the
Emperor
's
desire
.
The
Emperor
had
written
to
Count
Rostopchín
as
follows
:
As
soon
as
Leppich
is
ready
,
get
together
a
crew
of
reliable
and
intelligent
men
for
his
car
and
send
a
courier
to
General
Kutúzov
to
let
him
know
.
I
have
informed
him
of
the
matter
.
Please
impress
upon
Leppich
to
be
very
careful
where
he
descends
for
the
first
time
,
that
he
may
not
make
a
mistake
and
fall
into
the
enemy
's
hands
.
It
is
essential
for
him
to
combine
his
movements
with
those
of
the
commander
in
chief
.
On
his
way
home
from
Vorontsóvo
,
as
he
was
passing
the
Bolótnoe
Place
Pierre
,
seeing
a
large
crowd
round
the
Lóbnoe
Place
,
stopped
and
got
out
of
his
trap
.
A
French
cook
accused
of
being
a
spy
was
being
flogged
.
The
flogging
was
only
just
over
,
and
the
executioner
was
releasing
from
the
flogging
bench
a
stout
man
with
red
whiskers
,
in
blue
stockings
and
a
green
jacket
,
who
was
moaning
piteously
.
Another
criminal
,
thin
and
pale
,
stood
near
.
Judging
by
their
faces
they
were
both
Frenchmen
.
With
a
frightened
and
suffering
look
resembling
that
on
the
thin
Frenchman
's
face
,
Pierre
pushed
his
way
in
through
the
crowd
.
"
What
is
it
?
Who
is
it
?
What
is
it
for
?
"
he
kept
asking
.
But
the
attention
of
the
crowd
--
officials
,
burghers
,
shopkeepers
,
peasants
,
and
women
in
cloaks
and
in
pelisses
--
was
so
eagerly
centered
on
what
was
passing
in
Lóbnoe
Place
that
no
one
answered
him
.
The
stout
man
rose
,
frowned
,
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
evidently
trying
to
appear
firm
began
to
pull
on
his
jacket
without
looking
about
him
,
but
suddenly
his
lips
trembled
and
he
began
to
cry
,
in
the
way
full-blooded
grown-up
men
cry
,
though
angry
with
himself
for
doing
so
.
In
the
crowd
people
began
talking
loudly
,
to
stifle
their
feelings
of
pity
as
it
seemed
to
Pierre
.
