Chapter 10 chapter Ten

After her father's burial, Princess Marya shut herself up in her room and did not allow anyone to enter.The maid came to the door and told Alpatych to come and ask what had happened. (This was before the conversation between Alpatych and Dron.) Princess Marya got up from the sofa on which she was lying, and said to the closed door that she was not going anywhere and that no one should disturb her. she. Miss Maria's bedroom window opened to the west.She lay facing the wall, stroking the button of the leather pillow back and forth with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the leather pillow, her vague thoughts focused on one point: she was thinking about her father's irreversible death and what she didn't know before that. , It's just the inner despicableness that my father showed during his illness.She wanted to pray, but was afraid to pray, to ask God for help in the state of mind she was in.She lay there for a long time.

The sun shone on the opposite wall, and the setting sun slanted through the open window, illuminating the room and the corner of the sheepskin pillow before her eyes.Her thoughts suddenly stopped.She sat up unconsciously, tidied her hair, stood up and walked to the window. The evening breeze brought cool and fresh air, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Yes, now you can enjoy the evening scenery as you like! He is gone, and no one will bother you." She said to herself, and fell on the chair, with her head leaning on the window sill. Someone softly called her name from the direction of the garden, kissed her head, and she looked up.It was Mademoiselle Bourienne, in a black dress and black veil.She went up to Princess Marya quietly, kissed her with a sigh, and immediately began to cry.Princess Marya looked at her.Thinking of all his past conflicts with her, of his suspicions of her, and of his recent change of attitude towards Mademoiselle Bourienne, who could not see her, it seemed that Princess Marya's inner reproach was so unfair to her. "Is it not I, am I not looking forward to his death? Who am I to blame anyone else!" she thought.

Princess Marya vividly imagined the situation of Mademoiselle Bourienne, who had recently left her family and at the same time had to depend on her and live a dependent life.Her heart felt sorry for her.She looked at her gently and suspiciously, and stretched out her hand hesitantly.Mademoiselle Bourienne immediately began to weep again, kissed her hands repeatedly, and narrated the princess's misfortunes, pretending to be a sympathizer for her misfortunes.In her hour of misfortune, she said, the only consolation was that the princess allowed her to share in her misfortune.She said that in the face of this great sorrow, all past misunderstandings should be cleared up. She felt that she was innocent in all aspects, and he would see her nostalgia and gratitude in that world.Listening to what she said, the princess didn't understand. She just looked at her occasionally and listened to her voice.

"Your situation is exceedingly dreadful, my dear princess," said Mademoiselle Bourienne, after a moment's silence; "I understand that you never and do not think of yourself; but because I love you, I must." . . . Did Alpatitch come to you? Did he talk to you about leaving?" she asked. Princess Marya did not answer.She didn't understand who was going away, who was going there. "What else can you do now, what are you thinking about? Isn't it the same?" She didn't say a word. "You know, chere Marie," said Miss Brie, "you know we are in a very dangerous position, we are surrounded by French troops, and it is too dangerous to go now. If I go, I am afraid I will be captured, God! Know……"

Princess Marya looked at her companion, not knowing what she was talking about. -------- ① French: Dear Maria. "Well, I wish somebody understood me, I don't care about anything, about anything now," she said. "Of course, I don't want to let him go for anything... Alpatych told me about leaving... You talk to him, I can't do anything about anything now, and I don't care about it." ..." "I've talked to him. He wants us to go away to-morrow, but I think it's best to stay now," said Miss Bourienne. "Because you will agree that chere Marie met soldiers or rioting peasants on the road and fell into their hands-that would be terrible." Mademoiselle Bourienne took out a piece of French general Laura from her handbag that was not printed on ordinary Russian paper. Mo's proclamation, which told the residents not to flee their homes, and that the French authorities would give them due protection, she handed the proclamation to the princess.

"I think it would be best to turn to the general," said Mademoiselle Bourienne, "and I trust he will give you the respect you deserve." Princess Marya read the proclamation, and her cheeks twitched with silent sobs. "Who did you get this from?" she said. "Perhaps they know I'm French from my name," said Mademoiselle Bourienne, blushing. Princess Marya got up from the window with the message, pale, and went out of the room into Prince Andrew's former study. "Dunyasha, get Alpatych, Dronushka, or someone else to come to me," said Princess Marya, "and tell Amalia Karlovna not to come to me. ’ she heard Mademoiselle Bourienne’s voice say again, ‘Go away! Go away!’ and she shuddered at the thought that she might remain in the French-occupied territory.

"If Prince Andrew knows that I'm in the hands of the French, that's all right, and if the daughter of Prince Nikolai Andreich Bolkonsky asks General Rameau for her protection, And accept his favor, how can that be done!" The more she thought about it, the more terrifying she felt, so that she trembled, blushed, and felt resentment and pride that she had never experienced before.She vividly imagined how difficult, and above all, how humiliating, the situation she was about to face. "These Frenchmen live in this house; Monsieur General Rameau occupies Prince Andrew's study; he entertains himself by rummaging through and reading his letters and papers." M-lle Bourienneluiferdleshonneursde Bogucharovo.They gave me a room; the soldiers dug my father's new grave and took his cross and medals; they told me how they defeated the Russians and pretended to sympathize with my misfortune..." Princess Marya was thinking, not with herself Thoughts were thoughts, and she felt that her own thoughts should be replaced by those of her father and her brother. It did not matter to her personally where she might be, and she felt that she was her dead father and Prince Andrew at the same time. She could not help thinking with their thoughts and feeling with their feelings. What they might say and how they might do now was what she now felt compelled to do. She went to Prince Andrew's study Go inside, try to penetrate his thoughts deeply, to consider her current situation.

-------- ①French: Mademoiselle Bourien received him respectfully and respectfully in Bogucharovo. The desire to survive, which she thought would disappear with her father's death, suddenly appeared in front of Princess Maria with unprecedented power and took possession of her. Flushed with excitement, she paced up and down the room.Now Alpatitch was called, now Mikhail Ivanovitch, now Tikhon, now Dron.Neither Dunyasha, the nurse, nor all the maids could tell how much truth Burrian had announced.Alpatych was not at home: he had gone to the police station.The architect Mikhail Ivanevich, who was summoned to Princess Marya, was sleepy and could answer nothing.For fifteen years he had developed the habit of replying to the old prince with a smile of agreement, without expressing his own opinion, and the same way he answered Princess Marya's words, and he could not get anything affirmative from him. .Tikhon, the old servant who had been summoned, with sunken cheeks and a thin face bearing the imprint of indelible sorrow, answered all the princess's questions: "You are old," and looked at her almost in pain. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Finally, the butler Delon entered the room, bowed deeply to the princess, and stopped by the doorframe. Princess Marya walked up and down the room and stopped opposite him. "Dronushka," said Princess Marya, whom she regarded as an unquestionable friend, the same Dronushka who every year went to the Vyazma fair, Every time I bring back a special kind of cookie for her, and give it to her with a smile. "Dronushka, now, after our misfortune . . . " she began, then stopped, unable to continue. "It's all in God's will," he sighed.They were silent for a while.

"Dronushka, Alpatych has gone somewhere, I have no one to ask. Is it true that I can't go?" "Why can't you go, princess, you can go," said Delong. "I was told that the road was dangerous and that there were enemies. My dear, I can do nothing, understand nothing, and have no one around me. Tonight or early tomorrow morning, I must go." De Long said nothing. Voice.He frowned and glanced at the princess. "No horses," he said. "I told Alpatych." "Why are there no horses?" said the princess. "It's all God's punishment," Delong said. "Some horses were requisitioned by the army, and some horses starved to death. In this year, needless to say, there is nothing to feed the horses, and even the people are starving to death! of people have not been able to eat for three days in a row. They have nothing and are completely bankrupt.”

Princess Marya listened attentively to what he had to say. "The peasants are bankrupt? They have no food?" she asked. "They're dying of starvation," said DeLong, "and there's no big car to talk about..." "Dronushka, why didn't you speak sooner? Can't there be relief? I will do everything possible..." Princess Marya felt that at such a moment, when her heart was full of sorrow, people still It is strange to think that there are rich and poor, and that the rich cannot help the poor.She knew vaguely, and heard people say that the landlord's family has a grain reserve, which is for the peasants to prepare for the shortage.She also knew that neither her brother nor her father would refuse to help poor farmers?Regarding the distribution of grain to the farmers, she wanted to ask herself, but she was afraid of making mistakes on this issue.She was glad to have one thing to worry about, so that she could forget her sorrow and not feel guilty.She asked Dronushka about the urgent needs of the peasants, and about the grain reserves of the Bogucharovo landowners. "Don't we have the landlord's grain reserves? My brother's?" she asked. "The lord's reserves are intact," said De Long proudly. "Our duke has no orders to distribute them." "Give it to the peasants, as much as they need. I give you permission on behalf of my brother," said Princess Marya. Delong didn't answer a word, just sighed deeply. "Go and distribute the food to them. If there is still enough food for them, let's share it all. I will issue an order to you on behalf of my brother, and you tell them: what is ours is also theirs. For them, we have nothing Miserly. Call it that." While the princess was speaking, Dron looked at her intently. "My dear lady, fire me, for God's sake, and tell my men to receive my keys," said he; "I've been a clerk twenty-three years without a single mistake; fire me, see For God's sake. Princess Marya did not understand what he wanted to do and why he asked for his dismissal.She told him that she never doubted his loyalty and would do anything for him and the peasants.