Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

In the middle of this fresh conversation, Pierre was invited to see the governor. Pierre went into Count Rastopchin's office.The Count was frowning and rubbing his forehead and eyes with his hands when he entered.A short man was talking, but when Pierre entered, he stopped and withdrew. "Ah, hello, great soldier," said Rastoptchin, as soon as the man had left the room. "We heard about your Prouesses! But that's not the point. Moncher, entrenous, are you a Freemason?" said Count Rastopchin in a stern tone, as if something bad had happened, but he intend to forgive.Pierre was silent. "Moncher, jesuisbieninforme, but I know that there are all kinds of Freemasons, and I hope you are not one of those Freemasons who, under the guise of saving humanity, actually want to destroy Russia."

-------- ① Great achievements. ②There are no outsiders here, my dear. ③Honey, I know everything. "Yes, I am a Mason," replied Pierre. "Well, you see, my dear. I don't think you are unaware that Messrs. Speransky and Magnitsky have been exiled to their proper place; the same is done with Mr. Klyucharyov. And the same goes for the rest of those who are trying to destroy the monasteries of their own country under the guise of building Solomon's temple. You can understand that there is a reason for this, and if the postmaster of this city is not an enemy, I cannot send him into exile. .Now I've figured it out, you sent him your carriage out of town, and you even took some papers from him. I love you, don't want you to be bad, and, since you're twice as young as I am , then I will persuade you like a father to stop dealing with such people, and you yourself should leave this place as soon as possible.

"But, count, what crime has Klyucharyov committed?" asked Pierre. "I should know, and you should not ask," Rastoptchin cried. "If anyone accuses him of distributing Napoleon's proclamations, that is unproven," said Pierre (without looking at Rastoptchin). "Vereshchagin also..." "Nousy voila," Rastoptchin suddenly scowled, interrupted Pierre, and shouted louder than before, "Vereshchagin is a traitor and a traitor, and he will get the death sentence he deserves," said Rastopchin. Stopchin said viciously, with the same indignation people recall when humiliated. "But I don't ask you to come here to discuss my affairs, but to give you advice, or an order, if you want to think so. I ask you to stop communicating with people like Klyucharyov and get out of here. I will punish misconduct. No matter who it happens to." Perhaps he realized that he was reprimanding Bezukhov who was innocent of any fault, so he took Pierre's hand in a friendly way and said: "Noussommes alaveilled' unde'sastrepublic, etjen'aipasletempsdediredesgentillessesatousceuxquiontaffaireamoi. I sometimes get dizzy! Ehbien, moncher, pu'est-cequevousfaites, vouspersonnellement?" "Maisrein." Pierre answered, still without raising his head or changing his pensive facial expression.

The Count frowned. "Unconseild'ami, moncher, Decampezet auplutot, c'esttoutceque jevousdis. Abonentendeursalut ④! Goodbye, my dear. Oh yes," he cried to him through the door, "the Countess is really in dessaintsperes de la Societede de Je'sus."⑤ -------- ①Not bad at all. ②We are on the eve of a catastrophe, and I have no time to be polite to all the people I come into contact with.Well, dear, what are your plans, yourself? ③I have no plans. ④Advice from friendship.Get out of here, that's all I have to say to you.Blessed are those who listen well.

⑤The hands of the Jesuit priests. Pierre, without answering anything, walked away from Rastoptchin, looking sullen and angry as he had never been before. When he returned to the house by car, it was already dusk.That night, seven or eight people of different identities went to see him.There was the secretary of the committee, the colonel of his battalion, the steward, the steward, and a few who came to ask for money or intercede.They all met him with matters that he could not resolve.Pierre knew nothing of it, had no interest in it, and took care of everything in order to get rid of these people.At last, left alone, he began to open his wife's letters.

"They were soldiers on the battery, Prince Andrei was killed... Old man... Simplicity is allegiance to God. Suffer... All meaning... Be united... Wife marry... Forget and understand... He approached the bed, fell on the bed without taking off his clothes, turned over and fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, the steward came to report that Count Rastoptchin had sent a police officer to find out whether Count Bezukhov had left. A dozen or so other people of various kinds were waiting for Pierre in the drawing room.Pierre dressed hastily, but instead of meeting those who were waiting for him, he went to the back porch, from which he left the house.

From then until the end of the Moscow catastrophe, although the Bezukhov family searched everywhere, they never saw Pierre again, and their whereabouts were unknown.