Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Weirother took his plan with him and walked for a while to Kutuzov's station where the military conference was scheduled to be held.The commander-in-chief summoned the commanders of the column, and all of them, except Prince Bagration, who refused to attend, attended the meeting on time. Weyrother was chief of staff of the scheduled campaign, and his vivacity and haste were the exact opposite of the disgruntled and lifeless Kutuzov, who was reluctant to assume the role of chairman and leader of the council of war.Weiröthel evidently felt that he was leading an irresistible detour.Like a harnessed horse, he galloped down the hill with a load of goods.He was carrying, or being driven, he didn't know, but he was running as fast as he could, and there was no time to discuss the consequences of this movement.That night, Weiroter personally inspected the enemy's skirmishing lines twice, met with the Russian and Austrian emperors twice, reported and explained the military developments, and dictated German marching orders in his office.He was exhausted, and was coming to visit Kutuzov at this moment.

He was obviously so busy that he forgot to show respect to the Commander-in-Chief; So smudged with dirt, it looked pathetic, exhausted, lost, overconfident and proud all at the same time. Kutuzov occupied a small noble castle near Austerlitz.These few people: Kutuzov himself, Weyrother, and several members of the Military Council gathered in a large drawing room that became the commander-in-chief's office.They are drinking tea.All they were waiting for was Prince Bagration, who would call a council of war as soon as he arrived.At seven o'clock Bagration's messenger officer arrived and informed the prince that he could not attend the meeting.Prince Andrew came to inform the commander in chief after hearing the news.Hence the solitary individual Danish Kierkegaard's philosophical terminology.Refers to the separate self, he had obtained the permission of the commander-in-chief beforehand, and had the right to attend this military meeting, so he stayed in the room.

"Because Duke Bagration won't come, we can hold the meeting." Weirother said as he stood up quickly from his seat and walked to a table with a large map of Brunn's suburbs. Kutuzov, in an unbuttoned uniform, from which his fat neck protruded as if relieved, sat in the Voltaire chair, symmetry of the fat old man's hand Lie flat on the arm of the Voltaire chair, almost falling asleep.As soon as he heard Weyrother's voice, he forced his one eye open. "Yes, yes, please, or it will be too late." He said, nodded and took the right position in the world, walked the way of the world, achieved the will and the people, and did not want to go alone, bowed his head, and closed his eyes again. Eye.

If at first the members of the Military Council thought that Kutuzov was pretending to be asleep, his snort later when the disposition of the troops was read out proved that the Commander-in-Chief seemed at this moment to have a matter of greater importance than that. To underestimate the intention to deploy, or to underestimate anything, is far more important than to satisfy a human need that must be satisfied—sleep.He was indeed fast asleep.Weyrother, acting as if someone was too busy to waste even a minute, looked at Kutuzov, convinced himself that he was really fast asleep, picked up the papers, and with his monotonous And the loud voice began to read out the future deployment, and even the title was read out.

"On Dispositions for the Attack on the Enemy's Positions Behind Kolbenitz and Sokolnitz, No. 20, November 1805. " This marching deployment is very complicated and very difficult to understand. The original text of the marching deployment is as follows: “Dader Feindmitseinemlinken Fluegelandiemit Waldbedeckten Bergelehntundsichmitseinemrechten Fluegellaengskobelnitzund Sokolnitzhinterdiedortbefindlichen Teicheziehtwirim Gegentheilmitunseremlinken Fluegelseinerechtensehrdebordirensoistesvorteilhaftletzteren Fluegeldes Feindeszuattakirenbeson Bderswennwirdie Doerfer Sokolnitzundkobelinitzim Be Bsitzehabenwodurchwirdem Feindzugleichindie Flankefallenundihnaufder Flaechezwischen Schlapanitzunddem Thuerassa－Waldeverfolgenkoennenindemwirdem De Bfileenvon Schlapanitzund Bellowitzausweichenwelchediefeindliche Frontdecken．Zudiesem Endzweckeistesnoethig… Dieerstekolonnemarschirt… diezweitekolonne marschirt… diedritteKolonnemarschirt…”①

-------- ① German: Because the enemy's left flank is close to the forest-covered mountains, and the right flank is slowly advancing along the villages of Kobernitz and Sokolnitz, which are full of ponds behind it. In contrast, our army's left flank superior to the enemy's right flank.It will be advantageous for us to attack the enemy's right flank, and it will be especially advantageous if we take the villages of Sokolnitz and Korbeinitz, so that we can attack the enemy's flank, avoiding Shrapanitz and Pursue the enemy on the plains between Schlapanitz and the forest of Turas, through the defiles between Belovitz, where the enemy's lines are concealed.To achieve this goal, it is necessary ... the first column to move forward ... the second column to move forward ... the third column to move forward ... and so on.

Weirother was still reading out the deployment.The generals seem unwilling to listen to difficult deployments.General Buxgevden, tall and fair, stood with his back against the wall, his eyes resting on the lighted candle, and it seemed that he was not listening, and did not even want to be thought to be listening.The blushing Miloradovich sat opposite Weyrother, with his beard raised slightly and his shoulders hunched, staring at him with open eyes, with his elbows bent outwards in a combative stance. , with both hands resting on his knees.He remained silent for a long time, looking into Weyrother's face, and only averted his gaze from the face of the Austrian Chief of Staff when he was silent.At this moment Miloradovich looked meaningfully around the other generals.But judging from this meaningful look, it is still impossible to understand whether he agrees or disagrees, whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied with the marching deployment.The Count Langeron, sitting nearest to Weyrother, read the disposition, with a reserved smile on his southern French face, and looked at his slender fingers, which were pinching the inlay. The corners of the gold snuff-box with the portrait, turn it over quickly, turn it around.In the middle of a circular sentence, he stopped turning the snuffbox, raised his head, interrupted Weirother's reading with an unpleasant but respectful expression on the corners of his thin lips, and wanted to say something. What kind of words, but the Austrian general did not stop reading, furrowed his forehead angrily, and waved his elbows, as if to say: In the future, you will tell me your own thoughts in the future, please look at this map now, Listen to me read the marching deployment.Langeron raised his eyes and glanced at Miloradovich with a perplexed expression, as if looking for an explanation, but meeting Miloradovich's expressive but meaningless look, He lowered his eyes sadly, and began to turn the snuff bottle again.

"Unelecondegeographie," he said as if to himself, but in a voice so loud that everyone could hear him. -------- ①French: a geography lesson. Przebyszewski, pretending to be respectful and courteous, bent his ear with one hand, and leaned close to Weyrother, as if someone's attention had been distracted. It seems attractive.The diminutive Dokhturov sat across from Weirothel, showing a diligent and humble look, bending down in front of an open map, carefully studying the deployment of the army and the terrain he was not familiar with.Several times he asked Weyrother to repeat words he hadn't caught and village names he couldn't remember.Weirother fulfilled his wishes, Dohturov recorded.

The disposition for the march lasted for more than an hour. At this moment, Langeron stopped turning the snuff bottle again. He did not pay attention to Weirother or anyone in particular. He began to say that it was very difficult to carry out such a disposition. Yes, familiarity with the enemy's situation is only a hypothesis, and we may not be familiar with the enemy's situation because the enemy is advancing.Langeron's objection was well-founded. Obviously, the main purpose of the objection was that he wanted to make this confident General Weyrother, who read his dispositions to schoolchildren, feel that he was not dealing with some idiots, but It was dealing with people who could teach him about the military.After Weirother's monotonous voice had subsided, Kutuzov opened his eyes, like a miller waking from sleep when the sound of the wheels in a drowsy mill has ceased, and he Listening to Langeron's words, the expression seemed to say: "You are still talking such stupid things!" He closed his eyes hastily again, and lowered his head even lower.

Langeron wanted to insult the military pride of Weyrother, the author of the deployment, as viciously as possible, and by proving that Bonaparte would not be beaten but would attack with ease, he wanted the deployment to become Useless stuff.Weiröthel resolutely responded to all kinds of objections with a contemptuous smile, obviously prepared in advance, no matter what objections were raised to him, he would laugh them off. "If he's going to attack us, he's attacking now," he said. "Does that make you think he is weak?" said Langeron. "He has at best forty thousand troops," said Weirrother, smiling as the doctor would smile when the witch showed him the cure.

"On this occasion, as long as he waits for our attack, he will die," said Langeron with a veiled ironic smile, and looking back at Miloradovich, who was nearest him, begged him to confirm his point. correct. However, at this time Miloradovic obviously didn't think much about the debates between the generals. "mafoi," he said, "tomorrow we will see each other on the battlefield." -------- ① French: Really. Weirother's sneer again showed that he found it absurd and strange to be confronted by the objections raised by the Russian generals, which confirmed that not only he himself strongly believed, but also the two emperors believed. "The enemy's lights are out, there's a constant uproar in the enemy camp," he said, "what does that mean? Maybe the enemy is getting further away, we have to worry about that, maybe the enemy is changing positions (he sneers) .But that would have taken the Turas position by the enemy, and would have only saved us from many troubles, and the detailed instructions could have remained intact." "What happened? . . . " said Prince Andrei, who had long been biding his time to express his misgivings. Kutuzov woke up, cleared his throat with difficulty coughing a few times, and looked around at the generals. "Gentlemen, tomorrow, or even today (because it is already past twelve o'clock), the deployment of the march cannot be changed," he said. "You have heard that we all have to fulfill our vocation. And before the battle... (He is silent for a moment) There is nothing more important than a good night's sleep." He made a slight bow.The generals bowed and all left.It is already more incomplete.Prince Andrew went out. As he had expected, the Council of War, in which Prince Andrei failed to speak, left a vague and disturbing impression on him.Who was right: Dolgorukov and Weyrother, or Kutuzov, Langeron and others who disapproved of the plan of attack, he did not know. "Can't Kutuzov speak his mind directly to the king? Can't there be another way? Will tens of thousands of people and I be required to risk our lives because of court and personal intentions?" he thought. . "Yes, nine out of ten, he will be beaten to death tomorrow." He thought for a while.When he thought of death, a series of memories suddenly appeared in his mind: the memories of the long past, the secret memories in his heart; he recalled his last farewell to his father and wife, he recalled the time of his first love with her, recalled her He felt sorry for her and himself during the pregnancy, and in a state of nervousness and agitation, he came out of the wooden house where he and Nesvitsky were temporarily living, and paced up and down in front of the house. The night was thick with fog, and the crescent moon shone mysteriously through the fog. "Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow!" he thought to himself. "For me, tomorrow may be all over, all these memories will never emerge again, all these memories will no longer have any meaning. It will probably be tomorrow, or even, it must be tomorrow, I have a premonition of this, At last I have a chance to show what I can do." He imagined a battle, the death of troops in the battle, the concentration of troops on a single point, the panic of all the officers.At last he thought of that happy moment, the battle of Toulon which he had been looking forward to for so long.He made his opinion firmly and clearly known to Kutuzov, Weirother, and the emperors.Everyone was amazed at the correctness of his opinion, but no one started to implement it, so he led a regiment and a division, and made a condition that no one should interfere with his orders. He led a division to the place of the decisive battle, alone One wins.And what about death and suffering?Another voice said so.But Prince Andrei made no reply to this sentiment, and went on imagining his exploits.He will draw up the next combat deployment by himself.Under Kutuzov he was given the title of officer of duty in the army, but all the affairs were done by him alone.He wins the next battle alone.Kutuzov was dismissed, he was appointed ... and then what?Another voice said, what about the future? If you have not been wounded, killed in battle, or deceived by anyone ten times before this, what will happen in the future? "After that..." Prince Andrei replied to his own question, "I don't know what will happen in the future, I don't want to know, I can't know, if I want to, I want to be honored, I want to be famous, To be a much-loved man, that's my wish, my one and only wish, and I'm born for it, you know, through no fault of my own. Yeah, born for it! I'll never give it to anyone Saying this, my God! What am I supposed to do if I love nothing but honour, benevolence? Death, trauma, loss of family, I feel nothing to fear. Many people— Father, sister, wife, dearest people, no matter how cute and amiable I think they are, but at the moment of pursuing honor and winning over others, in order to win the love of people I don’t know and will never know in the future, In order to win the love of these people, however terrible and unusual it may seem, I will part with them all at once." He thought for a moment, listening to Kutuzov's voice outside the door.Outside Kutuzov's gate the voices of orderlies packing their bags could be heard.The coachman was probably teasing Kutuzov's old man, whom Prince Andrew knew as Tit; at this moment only the coachman's voice was heard: "Tit, where is Tit?" "Yeah." The old man replied. "Git, go threshing wheat," said the witty man. "Bah, go to hell." The voice could be heard muffled by the laughter of orderlies and servants. "I still love, and only love, my victory over all, this mystical power and honor that hangs in the mists above me!"