Chapter 2 Chapter two

"Here comes the Commander-in-Chief!" Then the signalman shouted. The captain blushed and ran in front of the horse.He grabbed the stirrup with trembling hands, jumped on the horse, stabilized himself, and drew his saber.With a joyful and determined expression on his face, he opened his mouth and was about to shout the password.The whole regiment was like a bird with its feathers smoothed out and ready to fly, shaking its body, holding its breath, and remained motionless. "Stand at attention!" The head of the regiment shouted in a shocking voice, which expressed joy to him, strictness to the regiment, and welcome to the chief who came to inspect.

A tall sky-blue Viennese carriage, driven by several horses in single file, galloped along the wide unpaved road surrounded by trees, the springs of the carriages rumbling slightly.Retinues and a Croat escort galloped behind the cart on light horses.An Austrian general was sitting near Kutuzov, in a white uniform which looked outlandish among the black Russians.The four-wheeled carriage stopped in front of the regiment's queue.Kutuzov and the Austrian general were talking softly about something, Kutuzov smiled, and as he stretched his legs off the step with heavy steps, it seemed as if there were not two thousand people holding their breath before him. Breath stared at him and the regiment leader's soldiers.

The sound of the password came, and the ranks of the Corps trembled again. They raised their guns in salute and made a clanging sound.In the deadly solemnity, the faint voice of the commander-in-chief was clearly audible.The soldiers of the whole regiment raised their voices and shouted: "Big-people-health and longevity!" All the soldiers held their breath again.At first Kutuzov stood motionless in one place while the corps marched.Then, he and the general in white uniform, accompanied by his attendants, started to review on foot side by side along the queue. Judging from the fact that the regimental commander straightened his chest, was neatly dressed, had a correct posture, and watched the commander-in-chief raise his hand to salute, he barely restrained his trembling gait, leaned forward slightly, and followed the two generals along the queue. Judging from the on-foot inspection, judging from the fact that he hears the commander-in-chief say every word and sees the commander-in-chief make every gesture, he runs up to obedience. It can be seen that he is more comfortable performing the duties of subordinates than the duties of the chief.Compared with the regiments which arrived at Braunau at the same time, this regiment was in the most superior position by the sternness and industry of its commander.There were only 217 people left behind and sick.Everything is intact except the boots.

Kutuzov walked along the queue.Sometimes he stopped to say a few words of affection to the officers he had known in the Turkish War, and sometimes to the soldiers.Several times he shook his head melancholy as he looked at the boots, and pointed them out to the Austrian General with an expression which showed that he did not seem to want to blame anyone in the matter, but could not. Witnessing such a dire situation.At such times the regimental commander would run forward, fearing not to hear everything the commander-in-chief said about the regiment.About twenty attendants followed Kutuzov within audible distance of every whispered word.The gentlemen of the page talked to each other and sometimes laughed.The Commander-in-Chief was closely followed by a handsome aide-de-camp, Prince Bolkonski, and his colleague Colonel Nesvitsky, who was a tall, extraordinarily fat man, walked beside him. A slightly swarthy hussars officer with a beautiful, kind, smiling face and watery eyes walked beside Nesvitsky, who could hardly help laughing.The hussar officer did not smile, but looked at the regimental commander's back seriously with dull eyes, imitating every movement of the regimental commander comically.Whenever the regimental commander trembled slightly and bowed forward, the hussar officer trembled and bent forward in the same, uncomfortable way.Nesvitsky, laughing, jostled the others to come and see the funny man.

Kutuzov walked listlessly and slowly past the thousands of staring eyes that were staring at the chief.When he reached the near side of the third company, he stopped suddenly.The attendants didn't expect him to stop, and they couldn't help rushing towards the ground. "Ah, Timokhin!" said the commander-in-chief, recognizing the red-nosed captain who had suffered from his blue overcoat. When the leader scolded him, Timoxin seemed to be unable to straighten up any longer.But at this moment when the Commander-in-Chief was talking to him, he straightened up even more.It seemed that if the commander-in-chief looked at him any longer, he would not be able to bear it.Kutuzov obviously understood the captain's embarrassment, and he wished the captain good luck in his heart, and turned his face away as soon as the words fell to the ground.An imperceptible smile flitted across Kutuzov's fat, round face, which had become ugly from his injuries.

"And a comrade from the battle of Izmail," he said. "A brave officer! Are you satisfied with him?" Kutuzov asked the regimental commander. The commander's reflection on the hussar officer was like looking in a mirror, except that the commander himself couldn't see it.The head of the regiment trembled, walked forward, and replied: "My lord, I am very satisfied." "We are not without weaknesses," said Kutuzov, smiling, and walking away from him. "He was faithful to Bacchus" ①. ① Bacchus is the god of wine in Roman mythology. The leader was taken aback, whether this was his crime, he didn't answer anything.Then the officer saw the captain's face with a red nose and a constricted belly, and imitated his facial expressions and gestures so well that Nesvitsky could not help laughing.Kutuzov turned his head.The officer seemed to be able to control his facial expression as he pleased, and when Kutuzov turned his head away for a split second, he put on a grimace, and then revealed the most serious, respectful, innocent expression.

The third company is the last company.Kutuzov fell into thought, obviously remembering something.Prince Andrew came out from among the attendants and said softly in French: "You told me to remind you about Dolokhov who was demoted in the regiment." "Where is Dolokhov?" asked Kutuzov. Dolokhov put on a soldier's gray overcoat and waited anxiously for someone to call him.A well-proportioned, light-haired soldier with sparkling blue eyes stepped out of the line.He walked up to the Commander-in-Chief and raised his gun in salute. "Do you have a request?" Kutuzov asked, frowning slightly.

"He is Dolokhov," said Prince Andrew. "Ah!" said Kutuzov, "I hope this lesson will lead you to correct your mistakes and serve well. The King is very merciful. I will not forget you if you have done good deeds." Those shining blue eyes looked at the Commander-in-Chief presumptuously, as if facing the regimental commander, and he seemed to use his expression to break through the barrier that separated the Commander-in-Chief from the soldiers. "My lord, there is one thing I ask of you," he said in his sonorous, firm, unhurried voice, "I beg you to give me a chance to atone for my sins, and to prove my allegiance to the King and to Russia."

Kutuzov turned his face, just as he had turned to Tymokhin, and a smile in his eyes flashed across his face.He turned his face away and frowned, as if he wanted to show that he had long since known what Dolokhov had said to him, and what Dolokhov might have said to him, and that Everything that bored him was words that had no need to be said.He turned his head and walked towards the carriage. A group of people stood in company and drove to the designated station near Braunau, hoping to get boots and uniforms for themselves there, and rest after a hard march. "Prohor Ignadych, you won't complain about me, will you?" The regimental commander rode around the officers and men of the third company on their way to the camp, and went straight to Captain Timohin, who was leading the company. Speaking to him, after the military parade was successfully held, the head of the regiment couldn't help showing euphoria on his face. "Serving the Tsar... don't mess around... I sometimes intimidate you in the queue... I apologize first, you know me... I am very grateful!" He then held out his hand to the company commander.

"General, how can I, how dare I blame you!" replied the captain, his nose flushed, and he smiled, opening his front teeth, which had been knocked out by the butt of a gun at the gates of Izmail. gap. "Please tell Mr. Dolokhov that I will never forget him, and please rest assured. Please tell me, I always want to ask you, how is he? Is he well behaved? In every way..." "My lord, he works hard...but his character..." said Ji Moxin. "What? How's your personality?" asked the leader. "It's different every day, my lord," said the captain. "Sometimes he's clever, learned, and kind. Sometimes he's not, and he's a beast. He killed a Jew in Poland. . . . You know..."

"Yes, yes," said the head of the regiment, "we still have to pity this unfortunate young man. You know, he has a wide range of contacts and deep friendship... so you must..." "Your Excellency, obey." Timoxin said, he smiled, indicating that he understood the chief's wishes. "Yes, yes." The regimental commander found Dolokhov in the queue and reined in the horse. "Send shoulder badges before the battle." The head of the regiment said to him. Dolokhov looked around, said nothing, and did not change the expression of his mocking mouth. "Well, that's all right," the head continued. "I invite you all for a drink," he added, so that the soldiers could hear him, "I thank you all! Thank God!" and he rushed to the front of one company and galloped off to the other. "There's nothing to say, he's really a good guy, and you can work with him." Timoxin said to the company officer walking beside him. "In a word, he's a heart!... (The commander's nickname is 'Heart K)" said the company officer while laughing. The joy of the officers after the military parade also infected the soldiers.The company walked happily.From all directions came the voices of soldiers talking. "What do people call Kutuzov, a one-eyed man with one eye?" "Isn't it! One hundred percent one-eyed." "No...brother, he has sharper eyes than you. He can see everything clearly in leather boots and foot wraps..." "My brother, he looked at my feet. . . Hey! I thought . . . " "And that Austrian who came with him, it looks as if he has been covered with white ash, so white as flour! Someone must have wiped him clean like a pack!" "How about it, Fedesho! . . . Didn't he say when the war started? You're nearer? People always say that Bonaparte himself was stationed at Brunovo." ① Brunovo is Braunau. "Bonaparte will be stationed here! Look, he's talking nonsense, idiot! What does he know? The Prussians are mutinying at the moment. That is to say, the Austrians are suppressing the rebellion, and if the Prussians are suppressed, they will ask for Bonaparte." Barbara has declared war. But he insists that Bonaparte is stationed at Brunovo! You can see that he is a fool. Get more information." "Look, campers, these bastards! Look, the officers and soldiers of the fifth company have turned the corner and entered the village. They are about to cook porridge, but we haven't reached our destination yet." "Hell, give me some rusks." "You gave me some tobacco yesterday, didn't you? No wonder, boy. Now, take it, God bless you." "It would be nice if we stopped and rested, otherwise we'd have to walk about five versts on an empty stomach." "It would be wonderful if the Germans would give us some four-wheeled carriages. It's a grand thing to sit in them without caring!" "Boy, the people here are very violent. It seems to be all Poles under the Russian crown there; boy, it's all German now." "Singers come forward!" the captain can be heard shouting. About twenty men from each rank ran to the front of the company.A leading drummer turned his face towards the singers, waved his hand, and sang a melodious and melodious song of soldiers. The first sentence of the song reads: "The morning glow rises, the sun is red..." The last sentence reads: "Brothers, glory to Grandpa Kamensky and us..." This song was written in Turkey and is now popular in Austria, but the lyrics have been changed, in which "Grandpa Kamensky" has been changed to " Grandpa Kutuzov". The drummer, a thin, fine-looking soldier of about forty, stopped abruptly, as is customary for soldiers, and, before finishing his last sentence, waved his hands as if throwing something to the ground. Glancing, eyes narrowed.Then, when he was convinced that all eyes were on him, he seemed to hold an invisible valuable above his head, and after a moment's pause he threw it suddenly and violently: Oh, my gatekeeper, my gatekeeper! "My new gatekeeper..." the twenty men went on singing, the music key-hands, despite their heavy loads, ran forward hastily, walked backward facing the company, shook their shoulders slightly, and threatened someone Struck like a musical key.The soldiers waved their arms in sync with the beat of the song, striding forward, unknowingly walking in unison.Behind the company could be heard the rattle of wheels, the crunch of springs, and the clatter of horses' hooves.Kutuzov returned to the city with his attendants.The commander-in-chief made a gesture to the soldiers to continue walking at a leisurely pace, and when they heard the singing and saw the dancing soldiers and the soldiers of the whole company marching happily and swiftly, the faces of the commander-in-chief and his entourage were full of joy. Make an expression of joy.The carriage sped past the company on the right, and in the second row of the company's right wing, a blue-eyed soldier inadvertently caught the eye. This was Dolokhov, who was manly and beautifully gaited to the beat of the song. As he walked, he looked at the faces of the people passing by him, as if he felt pity for those who were not marching with the company at this time.A second lieutenant of hussars in Kutuzov's retinue, who had caused much laughter by imitating the gesture of the regimental commander, got behind the carriage and galloped up to Dolokhov. Zherkov, a second lieutenant of hussars, had once belonged to a gang of thugs controlled by Dolokhov in Petersburg.Zherkov met a soldier Dolokhov abroad and thought it unnecessary to make his acquaintance.Now, after Kutuzov talked with the officer who was demoted, he poured out his heart to him with the joy of meeting an old friend. "How are you, dear friend?" he said when he heard the singing, and brought his mount into step with the company. "How am I?" replied Dolokhov indifferently, "as you see it." The melodious rhythm of the singing gave a special significance to the free-spirited cheerfulness of Zherkov's speech and to Dolokhov's deliberate indifference in his answers. "Hey, how did you get on good terms with the chief?" Zherkov asked. "Nothing, just good guys. How did you get into the headquarters?" "Temporarily transferred, I will be on duty." They were silent for a moment. "From her right sleeve she unleashes an eagle," reads the lyrics, which inadvertently evoke a sense of exuberant joy.If they hadn't talked while hearing the singing, their topics might have been different. "Is it true that the Austrians were defeated?" asked Dolokhov. "Everyone says that, only the devil knows." "I'm happy," Dolokhov replied succinctly, as the lyrics demanded. "Well, please come to us and play Fallon any night." Zherkov said. "Perhaps you made a lot of money?" "You do it." "No, I've already made an oath. Before I get promoted, I won't drink or gamble." "Well, before the war..." "We'll see when the time comes." They muttered again. "Come if you need anything, everyone in the headquarters will help..." Zherkov said. Dolokhov smiled coldly. "Don't worry. I won't ask for anything I need. I can do it myself." "Well, I'm just saying that..." "That's all I'm saying." "goodbye." "wish you health……" ...Looking at the homeland, Guanshan is far away... Zherkov stabbed the horse with spurs, and the horse became irritable and furious, stamped its hoof about three times, not knowing which leg to stretch out first, and after gathering its composure, it galloped up, also arriving in time with the song. The company went ahead to catch up with the four-wheeled carriage.