Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

Ever since his wife's arrival in Moscow, Pierre had been thinking of going somewhere so as not to live with her.Soon after the Rostovs' arrival in Moscow, Natasha impressed him so much that he was busy working on his wish.He went to Tver to visit the widow of Joseph Alexievich, who had long promised to hand over to him the papers of her late husband. When Pierre returned to Moscow, he was handed a letter from Marya Dmitrievna, who had invited him to her house on an urgent matter concerning Andrei Bo Konsky and his fiancée.Pierre avoids Natasha.He felt that he had a stronger feeling for her than a married man should feel for a friend's fiancée.In this way, a certain fate often brought him and her together.

"What happened? What do they want from me?" thought he, dressing and going to Marya Dmitrievna. "I hope that Prince Andrew will come back and marry her soon!" thought Pierre on the way to Ahrosimova. Someone on the Tver Boulevard called him. "Pierre! Have you been here long?" said a voice he knew well.Pierre looked up.Anatole and his frequent companion, Makarin, flew by in a double sleigh drawn by two gray horses, whose hooves splashed snow on the front.Anatole assumed the elegant posture of a well-dressed soldier, sitting upright, his beaver collar wrapped around the lower part of his face, and his head slightly bowed.He had a ruddy complexion, and a hat trimmed with white feathers was tilted askew, revealing curls of oiled, snow-dusted curls.

"Really, this is a very clever man!" Pierre thought for a while. "He only wants the happiness of this moment, without any vision, and nothing disturbs him, so he is always happy, contented, and calm. In order to be a person like him, I would rather give up everything!" Pierre was jealous I thought about it. In Ahrosimova's anteroom a servant, taking off Pierre's coat, said that Marya Dmitrievna had invited him to his bedroom. Pierre opened the door of the hall and saw Natasha sitting at the window with a thin, pale and fierce face.She turned her head and glanced at him, frowned, and walked out of the room with an expression of indifference and self-respect.

"What's the matter?" Pierre asked Marya Dmitrievna as he entered the room. "Good thing," replied Marya Dmitrievna, "in the fifty-eight years I have lived in this world, I have never seen such a disgraceful thing." Marya Dmitrievna asked Er promised to keep everything he knew secret, and told him that Natasha had rejected her fiancé without her parents' permission, that Pierre's wife had set her up with Anatole Kuragin, and that he is the bane of refusal to marry, and Natasha is trying to elope with her father while he is away, with the aim of holding the wedding in secret.

Pierre shrugged his shoulders a little, opened his mouth, and listened to what Marya Dmitrievna was saying to him, and he could not believe his ears.Prince Andrey's fiancee, Natasha Rostova, whom he loved so strongly, and the formerly charming Natasha Rostova, wanted to abandon Bolkonsky for the married fool Anatoly (P. El knows the secret of his marriage), and loves him so much that she agrees to elope with him!Pierre simply did not understand or imagine such things. He had known Natasha from childhood, and the impression she had made on him of her amiability was incompatible with his new conception of her meanness, stupidity, and cruelty.He thought of his wife. "They're all of the same breed,"--he said to himself, thinking that he was not alone in his tragic fate with that dirty woman.But he still felt very sorry for Prince Andrew, very sorry that his pride had been hurt.The more he regretted his friend, the more he thought with contempt, even hatred, of this Natasha who had just passed him in the hall with an expression of indifference and dignity on her face.He did not know that Natasha's soul was full of disappointment, shame, and humiliation, or that it was not her fault that the expression of self-conscious pride and seriousness had involuntarily shown on her face.

"What a wedding!" said Pierre, hearing what Marya Dmitrievna had said. "He can't have a wedding, he's already married." "It's getting more and more difficult," said Marya Dmitrievna. "What a wonderful boy! What a villain! But she's still waiting for him until the next day. You must tell her, at least Don't wait any longer." When Marya Dmitrievna learned from Pierre the details of Anatole's marriage, she expressed her anger at him in abusive terms, and told him the purpose of inviting him to come.Maria Dmitrievna, fearing that the count or Bolkonsky, who was likely to arrive at any moment, demanded a duel with Kuragin after learning that she intended to conceal it from them, begged him to give her ordering his brother-in-law to leave Moscow in the name of her, so that he would not dare to appear in her presence.Pierre, who had only now realized the danger to the old count, Nicholas, and Prince Andrei, promised to carry out her wishes.Having stated to him her demands briefly and clearly, she invited him into the drawing-room.

"Count knows nothing, be careful. You also act as if you don't know anything!" she said to him. "I will go and tell her that there is nothing to wait! If you like, please Stay with us for lunch," Maria Dmitrievna said loudly to Pierre. Pierre met the old count.He was confused and in a bad mood.Natasha had told him that morning that she had rejected Bolkonski. "It's terrible, it's terrible, moncher," he said to Pierre, "it's terrible for these motherless little girls, and I'm very sorry to come here. I want to be frank with you. Didn't you hear, she To reject a fiancé without asking anyone's opinion. Even if the marriage displeases me very much. Even if he is a good man, it doesn't matter, but there is no happiness against the will of the father, and Natasha can't find it. The fiancé, but after all this matter has dragged on for so long, how could she have taken such a step without her parents' consent! Now she is ill, God knows what is going on! Earl, it is terrible, a daughter without a mother is terrible... . . . " Pierre saw that the count was in a very bad mood, and tried to change the subject, but the count again raised the question that troubled him.

-------- ①French: my friend. Sonia came into the drawing room with a frightened face. "Natasha is not feeling very well. She is staying in her room and would like to see you. Marya Dmitrievna is with her. Please come to her room too." "Yes, you and Bolkonski got on well together, and you must have something to say," said the count. "Oh, my God, my God! Everything used to be so good!" The count seized the pale and Sparse temple hair, walked out of the door. Maria Dmitrievna told Natasha that Anatole was married.Natasha, unwilling to believe her story, asked Pierre himself to confirm it.When Sonia took Pierre through the corridor into Natasha's house, Sonia told Pierre about it.

Natasha, pale and serious, was sitting beside Marya Dmitrievna, and when Pierre had just entered the door, she spoke with her doubtful face, which shone like a fever. Eyes meet him.She did not smile or nod to him, but looked at him intently, her eyes asking him only one thing: that in his attitude to Anatole he was his friend, Or is he his enemy like everyone else?For her, Pierre himself clearly does not exist. "He knows everything," said Marya Dmitrievna, pointing to Pierre, and turning her face to Natasha. "Let him tell you whether I am telling the truth." Natasha looked at the hounds and hunters approaching her without blinking, like a wounded and exhausted beast, she looked now at this hound, now at that hound.

"Natalia Ilyinichna," began Pierre, lowering his eyes, feeling sorry for her and disgusted by what he was obliged to do, "is it true or not, for you It's the same anyway, because..." "Is it a lie that he is married?" "No, it's the truth." "Did he get married a long time ago?" she asked. "Honestly, okay?" Pierre assured her. "Is he still here?" she asked hastily. "Yes, I saw him just now." Although she could not go on, she gestured for everyone to leave.