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Europe
would
in
this
way
soon
have
been
,
in
fact
,
but
one
people
,
and
anyone
who
traveled
anywhere
would
have
found
himself
always
in
the
common
fatherland
.
I
should
have
demanded
the
freedom
of
all
navigable
rivers
for
everybody
,
that
the
seas
should
be
common
to
all
,
and
that
the
great
standing
armies
should
be
reduced
henceforth
to
mere
guards
for
the
sovereigns
.
On
returning
to
France
,
to
the
bosom
of
the
great
,
strong
,
magnificent
,
peaceful
,
and
glorious
fatherland
,
I
should
have
proclaimed
her
frontiers
immutable
;
all
future
wars
purely
defensive
,
all
aggrandizement
antinational
.
I
should
have
associated
my
son
in
the
Empire
;
my
dictatorship
would
have
been
finished
,
and
his
constitutional
reign
would
have
begun
.
Paris
would
have
been
the
capital
of
the
world
,
and
the
French
the
envy
of
the
nations
!
My
leisure
then
,
and
my
old
age
,
would
have
been
devoted
,
in
company
with
the
Empress
and
during
the
royal
apprenticeship
of
my
son
,
to
leisurely
visiting
,
with
our
own
horses
and
like
a
true
country
couple
,
every
corner
of
the
Empire
,
receiving
complaints
,
redressing
wrongs
,
and
scattering
public
buildings
and
benefactions
on
all
sides
and
everywhere
.
Napoleon
,
predestined
by
Providence
for
the
gloomy
role
of
executioner
of
the
peoples
,
assured
himself
that
the
aim
of
his
actions
had
been
the
peoples
'
welfare
and
that
he
could
control
the
fate
of
millions
and
by
the
employment
of
power
confer
benefactions
"
Of
four
hundred
thousand
who
crossed
the
Vistula
,
"
he
wrote
further
of
the
Russian
war
,
"
half
were
Austrians
,
Prussians
,
Saxons
,
Poles
,
Bavarians
,
Württembergers
,
Mecklenburgers
,
Spaniards
,
Italians
,
and
Neapolitans
.
The
Imperial
army
,
strictly
speaking
,
was
one
third
composed
of
Dutch
,
Belgians
,
men
from
the
borders
of
the
Rhine
,
Piedmontese
,
Swiss
,
Genevese
,
Tuscans
,
Romans
,
inhabitants
of
the
Thirty-second
Military
Division
,
of
Bremen
,
of
Hamburg
,
and
so
on
:
it
included
scarcely
a
hundred
and
forty
thousand
who
spoke
French
.
The
Russian
expedition
actually
cost
France
less
than
fifty
thousand
men
;
the
Russian
army
in
its
retreat
from
Vílna
to
Moscow
lost
in
the
various
battles
four
times
more
men
than
the
French
army
;
the
burning
of
Moscow
cost
the
lives
of
a
hundred
thousand
Russians
who
died
of
cold
and
want
in
the
woods
;
finally
,
in
its
march
from
Moscow
to
the
Oder
the
Russian
army
also
suffered
from
the
severity
of
the
season
;
so
that
by
the
time
it
reached
Vílna
it
numbered
only
fifty
thousand
,
and
at
Kálisch
less
than
eighteen
thousand
.
"
He
imagined
that
the
war
with
Russia
came
about
by
his
will
,
and
the
horrors
that
occurred
did
not
stagger
his
soul
.
He
boldly
took
the
whole
responsibility
for
what
happened
,
and
his
darkened
mind
found
justification
in
the
belief
that
among
the
hundreds
of
thousands
who
perished
there
were
fewer
Frenchmen
than
Hessians
and
Bavarians
.
Several
tens
of
thousands
of
the
slain
lay
in
diverse
postures
and
various
uniforms
on
the
fields
and
meadows
belonging
to
the
Davýdov
family
and
to
the
crown
serfs
--
those
fields
and
meadows
where
for
hundreds
of
years
the
peasants
of
Borodinó
,
Górki
,
Shevárdino
,
and
Semënovsk
had
reaped
their
harvests
and
pastured
their
cattle
.
At
the
dressing
stations
the
grass
and
earth
were
soaked
with
blood
for
a
space
of
some
three
acres
around
.
Crowds
of
men
of
various
arms
,
wounded
and
unwounded
,
with
frightened
faces
,
dragged
themselves
back
to
Mozháysk
from
the
one
army
and
back
to
Valúevo
from
the
other
.
Other
crowds
,
exhausted
and
hungry
,
went
forward
led
by
their
officers
.
Others
held
their
ground
and
continued
to
fire
.
Over
the
whole
field
,
previously
so
gaily
beautiful
with
the
glitter
of
bayonets
and
cloudlets
of
smoke
in
the
morning
sun
,
there
now
spread
a
mist
of
damp
and
smoke
and
a
strange
acid
smell
of
saltpeter
and
blood
.
Clouds
gathered
and
drops
of
rain
began
to
fall
on
the
dead
and
wounded
,
on
the
frightened
,
exhausted
,
and
hesitating
men
,
as
if
to
say
:
"
Enough
,
men
!
Enough
!
Cease
...
bethink
yourselves
!
What
are
you
doing
?
"
To
the
men
of
both
sides
alike
,
worn
out
by
want
of
food
and
rest
,
it
began
equally
to
appear
doubtful
whether
they
should
continue
to
slaughter
one
another
;
all
the
faces
expressed
hesitation
,
and
the
question
arose
in
every
soul
:
"
For
what
,
for
whom
,
must
I
kill
and
be
killed
?
...
You
may
go
and
kill
whom
you
please
,
but
I
do
n't
want
to
do
so
any
more
!
"
By
evening
this
thought
had
ripened
in
every
soul
.
