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At
that
moment
a
maid
sent
by
the
countess
,
who
had
noticed
her
daughter
's
absence
,
knocked
at
the
door
Like
a
somnambulist
aroused
from
her
sleep
Natásha
went
out
of
the
room
and
,
returning
to
her
hut
,
fell
sobbing
on
her
bed
.
From
that
time
,
during
all
the
rest
of
the
Rostóvs
'
journey
,
at
every
halting
place
and
wherever
they
spent
a
night
,
Natásha
never
left
the
wounded
Bolkónski
,
and
the
doctor
had
to
admit
that
he
had
not
expected
from
a
young
girl
either
such
firmness
or
such
skill
in
nursing
a
wounded
man
.
Dreadful
as
the
countess
imagined
it
would
be
should
Prince
Andrew
die
in
her
daughter
's
arms
during
the
journey
--
as
,
judging
by
what
the
doctor
said
,
it
seemed
might
easily
happen
--
she
could
not
oppose
Natásha
.
Though
with
the
intimacy
now
established
between
the
wounded
man
and
Natásha
the
thought
occurred
that
should
he
recover
their
former
engagement
would
be
renewed
,
no
one
--
least
of
all
Natásha
and
Prince
Andrew
--
spoke
of
this
:
the
unsettled
question
of
life
and
death
,
which
hung
not
only
over
Bolkónski
but
over
all
Russia
,
shut
out
all
other
considerations
.
On
the
third
of
September
Pierre
awoke
late
.
His
head
was
aching
,
the
clothes
in
which
he
had
slept
without
undressing
felt
uncomfortable
on
his
body
,
and
his
mind
had
a
dim
consciousness
of
something
shameful
he
had
done
the
day
before
.
That
something
shameful
was
his
yesterday
's
conversation
with
Captain
Ramballe
.
It
was
eleven
by
the
clock
,
but
it
seemed
peculiarly
dark
out
of
doors
.
Pierre
rose
,
rubbed
his
eyes
,
and
seeing
the
pistol
with
an
engraved
stock
which
Gerásim
had
replaced
on
the
writing
table
,
he
remembered
where
he
was
and
what
lay
before
him
that
very
day
.
"
Am
I
not
too
late
?
"
he
thought
.
"
No
,
probably
he
wo
n't
make
his
entry
into
Moscow
before
noon
.
"
Pierre
did
not
allow
himself
to
reflect
on
what
lay
before
him
,
but
hastened
to
act
.
After
arranging
his
clothes
,
he
took
the
pistol
and
was
about
to
go
out
.
But
it
then
occurred
to
him
for
the
first
time
that
he
certainly
could
not
carry
the
weapon
in
his
hand
through
the
streets
.
It
was
difficult
to
hide
such
a
big
pistol
even
under
his
wide
coat
.
He
could
not
carry
it
unnoticed
in
his
belt
or
under
his
arm
.
Besides
,
it
had
been
discharged
,
and
he
had
not
had
time
to
reload
it
.
"
No
matter
,
the
dagger
will
do
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
though
when
planning
his
design
he
had
more
than
once
come
to
the
conclusion
that
the
chief
mistake
made
by
the
student
in
1809
had
been
to
try
to
kill
Napoleon
with
a
dagger
.
But
as
his
chief
aim
consisted
not
in
carrying
out
his
design
,
but
in
proving
to
himself
that
he
would
not
abandon
his
intention
and
was
doing
all
he
could
to
achieve
it
,
Pierre
hastily
took
the
blunt
jagged
dagger
in
a
green
sheath
which
he
had
bought
at
the
Súkharev
market
with
the
pistol
,
and
hid
it
under
his
waistcoat
.
