Chapter 3 third chapter

In 1811, an instant sensational French doctor lived in Moscow. He was tall, handsome, and polite like the French. Muscovites said that he was a doctor with extraordinary medical skills. He was May. Tiviere.The upper-class family received him not as a doctor, but as an equal with others. Prince Nikolai Andreitch, who used to sneer at medicine, had lately accepted Mademoiselle Bourienne's advice to allow the doctor to come to his house, and was now acquainted with him.Metivier went to the duke's once or twice a week. On the day of the prince's name - St. Nicholas's day, all Moscow gathered at the gate of his mansion, but he ordered that no one should be received, but only a few, and he gave the princess a list of the few guests. Maria.

Metivier, who came to congratulate him in the morning, took it for granted to be a doctor's defender la consigne, he said so to Princess Marya, and went in to see the duke.The fundamental category of dialectics, unfortunately.Reflecting the intrinsic, organic, indivisible nature of the conflict, the old Duke was in a bad mood on the morning of his name day.All morning he walked up and down the room, always picking on everyone, and pretending not to understand what was being said to him, and they couldn't understand what he was saying either.Princess Marya knew for sure that whenever he was restless and muttered, he would eventually grow into a rage, and she walked up and down the room all morning as if before a loaded musket. , as if waiting for the inevitable shooting.The morning passed without incident until the doctor came.After letting the doctor in, Princess Mary sat down with a book in the drawing-room, from which she could hear what was going on in the study.

-------- ① French: Violation of orders. At first she heard Metivier's voice alone, then her father's voice, then two voices at the same time, and the door opened, frightened, handsome, with a mop of black hair The figure of Metivier appeared in Japanese on the threshold.His main works include "A Year and a Half", "Continuation of a Year and a Half" and so on. , the figure of the Duke also appeared here. He was wearing a nightcap and a long gown, showing a face that had become ugly due to rage, and a pair of pupils drooping down. "Don't you understand?" cried the duke, "but I do! A French spy, Bonaparte's slave, spy, get out of my house, get out, I tell you!" Close the door with a bang.

Metivier shrugged his shoulders and went up to Mademoiselle Bourienne, who had heard the shout and had come running from the next room. "The duke is not well, labileetletransportancerveau. Tranquilliscz-vous, jerepasseraidemain," said Metivier, putting a finger to his lips, and hurried out. -------- ① French: gallbladder disease, cerebral congestion.Don't worry, I'll drop by tomorrow. Footsteps and shouts came from behind the door: "This gang of spies, traitors, traitors everywhere! There is not a moment's peace in my own house!" After Metivier had gone, the old prince called his daughter to him, and was very angry with her.Her crime was: letting a spy into the house.Didn't he tell her to make a list, and anyone not on the list will not be allowed into the house.Why did you put this villain in!She is the real culprit. "With her by his side, he will not have a moment's peace, he will not die in peace."

he said. "No, dear! Go away, go away, you know, you know! Now I can't bear it any longer," he said, and went out of the room.As if he was afraid that she would not find a way to comfort himself, he returned to her, tried his best to pretend to be calm, and added: "Don't think that I said this to you when I was angry. Yes, I'm at peace now, I've thought it through carefully, and that's the only way to go, separate, and find yourself a place! . . . " But he couldn't bear it, and looked sullen, as only a man who loves her would And so, evidently suffering himself, he shook his fist and called to her:

"If some fool should marry her!" He slammed the door, calling Mademoiselle Bourienne to him, and there was a complete silence in the study. At two o'clock, the six selected guests all arrived by car to attend the banquet.The six guests said: the famous Count Rastopchin, Prince Lopkhin and his nephew, the prince's old comrade-in-arms General Chatrov, the young guests Pierre and Boris Drubets Coy - they were all waiting for him in the living room. Boris, who is currently on vacation in Moscow, desperately wants to get acquainted with Duke Nikolai Bolkonsky. He is good at winning the Duke's favor, making the Duke make an exception for him to meet single young people at home.

The duke's home was not the so-called "high society", but a small circle, which, although unknown in the city, was a great honor to be received by it.Boris understood this only a week ago, when the commander-in-chief invited Count Rastoptchin to a feast on St. Nicholas' day in his presence, and Rastoptchin said he could not accept the invitation. "On this day I always go to pay my respects to the scrawny Prince Nikolai Andreyenchy." "Oh, yes, yes," replied the Commander-in-Chief. "How is he? . . . " Before lunch the small group gathered in the tall old-fashioned drawing room with its old furniture, like a court-room event.Everyone was silent, and even when they were talking, they kept their voices very low.Prince Nikolai Andreitch came out, serious and silent, and Princess Marya looked more demure and timid than usual.The guests chatted with her reluctantly, seeing that she had no intention of listening to their conversation.Count Rastoptchin was the only one who, in order to keep the conversation going, spoke now of the latest town news, now of news from the political sphere.

Lopkhin and the old general sometimes joined in the conversation.Prince Nikolai Andreitch listened like a magistrate who was briefed by his subordinates, except that he sometimes expressed silently or in a few words that he had taken note of what was reported to him by his subordinates.The tone of the conversation sounded easy and clear, and no one praised what was happening in the political sphere.The great things that are said clearly confirm that things are going from bad to worse, but when any event is told and discussed, it is amazing that the speaker stops, or was stopped by others. During the banquet, the conversation involved the latest political news: Napoleon occupied the domain of the Grand Duke of Oldenburg, and Russia sent a note against Napoleon to the European courts.

"Bonaparte is to Europe what pirates are to a robbed ship," said Count Rastopchin, repeating what he had said several times. "It is amazing how long the kings endure, or are deceived. Now that the pope is involved, and Bonaparte has been brazenly and shamelessly trying to overthrow the head of the Catholic Church, no one says a word! Only ours. The king alone protested against the encroachment on the domain of the Grand Duke of Oldenburg. Even so, it would be..." Count Rastoptchin was silent, feeling that he was on the verge of being unable to continue his condemnation.

"It was proposed to replace the Duchy of Oldenburg with other lands," said Prince Nikolai Andreitch, "and he moved the princes around in this way, just as I moved the peasants from Bald Mountain to Bogucharov. It’s the same as going to Ryazan’s territory.” "Leduc d'Oldenbourg support e son mal heura ve cune force de caracteree tune resignation admirable," said Boris, who took part in the conversation respectfully.He said this because he had the honor of making the acquaintance of the Grand Duke on his way here from Petersburg.Prince Nikolai Andreitch looked at the young man as if he wanted to say something to him on the matter, but he thought he was too young and changed his mind.

"I've read our protest letter on the Oldenburg affair, and I'm surprised at how poorly worded this note is," said Count Rastopchin, in the tone of someone commenting on the matter. Like a thing he is most familiar with. Pierre looked at Rastoptchin with childish astonishment, wondering why the bad wording of the note should agitate him. "Count, if the content of the note is convincing, isn't it all the same in terms of good and bad words?" said he. "Moncher, avecnos 500 millehommes de troupes, ilseraitfaciled'avoirunbeaustyle." ② Count Rastopchin said.Pierre understood why the wording of the note worried Count Rastoptchin. -------- ① French: The Grand Duke of Oldenburg endured his misfortune with amazing perseverance and composure. ②French: My dear, with half a million troops, it is very easy to write beautifully. "It seems that there are quite a lot of writers," said the old prince, "everyone in Petersburg can write, not only notes, but also new codes. My Andryusha compiled a whole volume for Russia there." Codex. Everyone's writing it now!" He laughed unnaturally. The conversation paused for a while, and the old general coughed a few times to attract others' attention. "May I ask you, did you hear about the recent events in Petersburg during the military parade? Those new French ministers are showing their talents!" "What? That's right, I overheard a little; he said something uncomfortably in front of His Majesty." "Your Majesty called his attention to grenadier divisions and divisions," the general went on, "and the envoy seems to pay no attention to anything, and he has the audacity to say that we do not pay attention to such trifles in our own France. The King said nothing. It is said that in subsequent military parades, the king simply ignored him." All were silent, and absolutely nothing could be said about the matter which concerned the King himself. "Presumptuousness!" said the duke, "do you know Metivier? I turned him out today. He has been here, and no matter how much I tell them not to let anyone in the house, they let him in anyway." Come to me," said the prince, casting an angry glance at his daughter.He then related the whole of his conversation with the French doctor, and the reasons for his conviction that Metivier was a spy.Although these reasons are very insufficient and not obvious, no one will refute him. After the grilled dishes, champagne was served.The guests rose from their seats and congratulated the old prince.Princess Marya also came up to him. He glanced at her with that cold, menacing look, and brought his wrinkled, clean-shaven cheek close to her.The expression of his face told her that he had not forgotten the morning conversation, that his decision was in effect as before, only that he would not now tell her about it because of the presence of his guests. The old men sat together as they went into the living room to drink coffee and tea. Nikolai Andreitch became more excited and gave his opinion on the present war. It would be unfortunate, he said, for our war against Bonaparte while we were still seeking an alliance from the Germans and insisting on meddling in the affairs of Europe (in which Tilsit involved us).We do not have to fight for Austria, nor do we have to fight against Austria.The center of gravity of our entire policy is on the East, and with Bonaparte we only need to use troops on the frontier and pursue a firm policy, so that he will never dare to cross the Russian frontier as he did in 1807. "Duke, how can we declare war on the French!" said Count Rastopchin, "shall we form a volunteer army against our teachers and God? Please look at our youth, look at our wives .Our god is the French, our heaven is Paris." He started talking louder, as if he wanted everyone to hear him. "French clothes, French thoughts, French feelings! Look, you're throwing Metivier out by the neck, because he's French, he's a villain, and our wives are prostrate. In front of him. I was at an evening yesterday, where three out of five ladies were Catholics, and with the permission of the Pope, they were going to embroider on the cross on Sunday. But they were sitting almost naked. , like the sign of a merchant's bathhouse, let's put it bluntly. Well, duke, look at young people like us, I'm going to take out of the curiosities a very old thick stick of Peter the Great, Beat them up in the Russian fashion and bring them to their senses!" Everyone was silent.The old prince looked at Rastoptchin with a smile on his face, and shook his head approvingly. "Well, sir, good-bye, and good health," said Rastoptchin, rising with his natural haste, and holding out his hand to the prince. "Good-bye, darling, I can hear your words like a gusli!" The old prince took his hand, brought his cheek to him, and let him kiss it.The others followed Rastoptchin to their feet.