Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

Pierre, staggered by the crowd, looked around. "Count, Pyotr Kirilech! Why are you here?" Pierre glanced back at someone calling him. Boris Drubetskoy patted his soiled knees (he must have also bowed to the icon) and approached smiling.Boris was elegantly dressed, with a dashing and heroic demeanor.He wore a long coat and, like Kutuzov, slung a riding crop over his shoulder. At this moment Kutuzov walked towards the village, and at the nearest house sat in the shade on a bench brought by one of the Cossacks, while another Cossack hastily spread a blanket.A large group of richly dressed attendants surrounded the commander-in-chief.

The icon moved forward, followed by a large crowd.Pierre was standing some thirty paces from Kutuzov, talking to Boris. Pierre said he wanted to join the battle and see the positions. "Well, you're doing very well," said Boris. "Jevousfeaileshonneursducamp, you can see everything clearly from where the Count Bennigsen is going. I am with him. I will make sure to report to him. If you want to see the position, come with us; we are going Left wing. Then come back, please stay overnight with us, we can play a game. Don't you know Dmitry Sergeyitch? He lives there too." He pointed to the village of Gorky. The three families said.

-------- ①French: I will entertain you on behalf of Yingpan. "But I really want to see the right wing, I heard that the right wing is very strong." Pierre said. "I want to start from the Moskva River and walk the entire position." "Okay, I'll talk about that later, the main thing is the left wing..." "Yes, yes. Where is Bolkonski's team? Can you show me?" asked Pierre. "Andrei Nikolayevich? We're passing there, and I'll take you to him." "What about our left wing?" Pierre asked. "I'll tell you the truth, entrenous, God knows what's going on on the left," said Boris, confidentially and in a low voice, "Count Bergesen didn't think that at all. He was going to fortify that hill, Not at all...but," Boris shrugged. "Honor does not agree, perhaps he has listened to someone. You know..." Boris did not finish the sentence, because at this moment Kutuzov's adjutant Kesarov came. "Ah! Patsy Sergeyitch," Boris said to Kesarov with a casual smile. "I am introducing our position to the count. It is strange how the honor can predict the intention of the French so accurately!"

-------- ①French: It's just a private conversation between the two of us. "You mean the left wing?" Kesarov said. "Yes, yes, exactly. Our left wing is very, very strong right now." Although Kutuzov sent away all the surplus staff from the staff, Boris was able to remain at the headquarters unaffected by this transfer.Boris took a position with Count Bergesen.Count Bennigsen, like everyone else with whom Boris had followed, considered Drubetskoy to be a priceless treasure. There were two distinct and distinct factions in the army leadership: Kutuzov's faction and Chief of Staff Bennigsen's faction.Boris belonged to the latter group. No one was as good at being servile and flattering Kutuzov as he was, while at the same time giving people the feeling that the old man was not good enough and everything was in charge of Bennigsen.Now came the decisive moment of the battle, when Kutuzov fell and Bennigsen was to be handed the reins, or, if Kutuzov won the battle, it should be felt that all the credit went to Bennigsen.Anyway, there will be big rewards for tomorrow's battle, and a group of newcomers will be promoted.Therefore, Boris was in high spirits all day long.

After Kesarov, other acquaintances approached, and Pierre had no time to answer the inquiries they threw at him about the situation in Moscow, or to listen to their accounts.Everyone's expressions were both excited and panicked, but Pierre felt that some of them were nervous because they considered personal gains and losses, while others had another kind of nervous expression on their faces (this kind of nervousness was not because of Concerned about personal problems, but with the overall question of life and death) still haunts Pierre.Kutuzov saw Pierre and the crowd surrounding him. "Tell him to come and see me," said Kutuzov.The adjutant communicated the Order of the Order, and Pierre approached the bench.But an ordinary reservist rushed towards Kutuzov ahead of him.This is Dolokhov.

"Why is this fellow here?" asked Pierre. "This liar, there is no place he can't drill!" Someone replied. "He's been downgraded to a soldier for a long time. Now he's going to be promoted. He came up with some battle plans and crawled into the enemy's skirmish line at night... What a hero! . . . " Pierre took off his hat and bowed respectfully to Kutuzov. "I think that if I report to His Excellency, you may throw me out, perhaps say that you already know what I have reported, and even then it will do me no harm..." said Dolokhov.

"Yes Yes." "If I'm right, it's good for the country, and I'm ready to die for it." "Yes Yes……" "If Lord Xun needs someone who does not spare his life, please remember me... Maybe Lord Xun Xun can use me. " "Yes... yes..." repeated Kutuzov, looking at Pierre with half-closed eyes and a smile. At this moment, Boris moved quickly to Pierre with the agility characteristic of an aide-de-camp, approached the chief, and whispered to Pierre in the most natural manner, as if continuing a conversation that had already begun: "Reservists all in clean white shirts, ready to die for their country. How heroic, Count!"

Boris said this to Pierre, apparently in order that the Honorable Lord could hear him.He knew that Kutuzov would pay attention to this sentence, and the honor said to him: "What do you mean by reservists?" he asked Boris. "Master Xun, they put on white shirts and prepare to die tomorrow." "Ah! . . . a heroic and unparalleled people!" said Kutuzov, closing his eyes and shaking his head: "a unparalleled people!" he sighed and repeated. "Would you like to smell gunpowder?" he said to Pierre. "Yes, a pleasant smell. I'm honored to be an admirer of your esteemed lady. How is she? My apartment is available for your use." As is often the case with old people, Kutusuo asked in a trance I looked around, as if forgetting what he was going to say or what he was going to do.

Evidently he remembered what he was looking for, so he waved to the adjutant's brother, Andrei Sergeyitch Kesarov. "What did Marin say in that poem, how did he say it? It was the lines of Yong Grakov: 'You acted as a teacher in the Corps...' Tell me, talk about it." Kutto Zoff said, obviously trying to laugh.Kesarov began to recite... Kutuzov smiled and shook his head to the rhythm of the poem. When Pierre was leaving Kutuzov, Dolokhov approached Pierre and shook his hand. "I am very glad to see you here, Count," he said aloud, in a tone of singular firmness and passion, despite the presence of others. "On the eve of this day, God only knows who between us is destined to survive, I am very glad to have this opportunity to say to you that I am sorry for the misunderstanding that has occurred between us, and I hope you will have no more ill feelings towards me. Please forgive me."

Pierre looked at Dolokhov, not knowing what to say to him, and kept smiling.Dolokhov embraced Pierre with tears in his eyes and kissed him. Boris said a few words to his general, and Bergesen turned to Pierre and invited him to inspect the front with him. "That will interest you," he said. "Yes, it will be very interesting," said Pierre. Half an hour later, Kutuzov set off for Tatarinovo, and Bennigsen, with his squire, and Pierre, went to survey the front.