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He
closed
his
eyes
.
One
picture
succeeded
another
in
his
imagination
.
On
one
of
them
he
dwelt
long
and
joyfully
.
He
vividly
recalled
an
evening
in
Petersburg
.
Natásha
with
animated
and
excited
face
was
telling
him
how
she
had
gone
to
look
for
mushrooms
the
previous
summer
and
had
lost
her
way
in
the
big
forest
.
She
incoherently
described
the
depths
of
the
forest
,
her
feelings
,
and
a
talk
with
a
beekeeper
she
met
,
and
constantly
interrupted
her
story
to
say
:
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
!
I
'm
not
telling
it
right
;
no
,
you
do
n't
understand
,
"
though
he
encouraged
her
by
saying
that
he
did
understand
,
and
he
really
had
understood
all
she
wanted
to
say
But
Natásha
was
not
satisfied
with
her
own
words
:
she
felt
that
they
did
not
convey
the
passionately
poetic
feeling
she
had
experienced
that
day
and
wished
to
convey
.
"
He
was
such
a
delightful
old
man
,
and
it
was
so
dark
in
the
forest
...
and
he
had
such
kind
...
No
,
I
ca
n't
describe
it
,
"
she
had
said
,
flushed
and
excited
.
Prince
Andrew
smiled
now
the
same
happy
smile
as
then
when
he
had
looked
into
her
eyes
.
"
I
understood
her
,
"
he
thought
.
"
I
not
only
understood
her
,
but
it
was
just
that
inner
,
spiritual
force
,
that
sincerity
,
that
frankness
of
soul
--
that
very
soul
of
hers
which
seemed
to
be
fettered
by
her
body
--
it
was
that
soul
I
loved
in
her
...
loved
so
strongly
and
happily
...
"
and
suddenly
he
remembered
how
his
love
had
ended
.
"
He
did
not
need
anything
of
that
kind
.
He
neither
saw
nor
understood
anything
of
the
sort
.
He
only
saw
in
her
a
pretty
and
fresh
young
girl
,
with
whom
he
did
not
deign
to
unite
his
fate
.
And
I
?
...
and
he
is
still
alive
and
gay
!
"
Prince
Andrew
jumped
up
as
if
someone
had
burned
him
,
and
again
began
pacing
up
and
down
in
front
of
the
shed
.
On
August
25
,
the
eve
of
the
battle
of
Borodinó
,
M.
de
Beausset
,
prefect
of
the
French
Emperor
's
palace
,
arrived
at
Napoleon
's
quarters
at
Valúevo
with
Colonel
Fabvier
,
the
former
from
Paris
and
the
latter
from
Madrid
.
Donning
his
court
uniform
,
M.
de
Beausset
ordered
a
box
he
had
brought
for
the
Emperor
to
be
carried
before
him
and
entered
the
first
compartment
of
Napoleon
's
tent
,
where
he
began
opening
the
box
while
conversing
with
Napoleon
's
aides-de-camp
who
surrounded
him
.
Fabvier
,
not
entering
the
tent
,
remained
at
the
entrance
talking
to
some
generals
of
his
acquaintance
.
The
Emperor
Napoleon
had
not
yet
left
his
bedroom
and
was
finishing
his
toilet
.
Slightly
snorting
and
grunting
,
he
presented
now
his
back
and
now
his
plump
hairy
chest
to
the
brush
with
which
his
valet
was
rubbing
him
down
.
Another
valet
,
with
his
finger
over
the
mouth
of
a
bottle
,
was
sprinkling
Eau
de
Cologne
on
the
Emperor
's
pampered
body
with
an
expression
which
seemed
to
say
that
he
alone
knew
where
and
how
much
Eau
de
Cologne
should
be
sprinkled
.
Napoleon
's
short
hair
was
wet
and
matted
on
the
forehead
,
but
his
face
,
though
puffy
and
yellow
,
expressed
physical
satisfaction
.
"
Go
on
,
harder
,
go
on
!
"
he
muttered
to
the
valet
who
was
rubbing
him
,
slightly
twitching
and
grunting
.
An
aide-de-camp
,
who
had
entered
the
bedroom
to
report
to
the
Emperor
the
number
of
prisoners
taken
in
yesterday
's
action
,
was
standing
by
the
door
after
delivering
his
message
,
awaiting
permission
to
withdraw
.
Napoleon
,
frowning
,
looked
at
him
from
under
his
brows
.
"
No
prisoners
!
"
said
he
,
repeating
the
aide-de-camp
's
words
.
"
They
are
forcing
us
to
exterminate
them
.
So
much
the
worse
for
the
Russian
army
...
Go
on
...
harder
,
harder
!
"
he
muttered
,
hunching
his
back
and
presenting
his
fat
shoulders
.
"
All
right
.
Let
Monsieur
de
Beausset
enter
,
and
Fabvier
too
,
"
he
said
,
nodding
to
the
aide-de-camp
.
