In time, Andrew Jackson became a very great man.
Andrew Carnegie gave $600,000 to the institute in 1903, and the institute has a Carnegie library (1902), with about 15,000 volumes in 1909.
For the earl of Athole had forced his brother, Andrew Stewart, prebendary of Craig, upon the chapter, and had put him in possession of the bishop's palace.
On the accession of the latter to the throne, Andrew Stone was appointed treasurer to Queen Charlotte, and attaching himself to Lord Bute he became an influential member of the party known as "the king's friends," whose meetings were frequently held at his house.
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The church of St Andrew retains some ornate Norman work, but is mainly a Perpendicular reconstruction.
In 1 774 the governor of Virginia, Lord Dunmore, himself led a force over the mountains, and a body of militia under General Andrew Lewis dealt the Shawnee Indians under Cornstalk a crushing blow at Point Pleasant at the junction of the Kanawha and the Ohio rivers, but Indian attacks continued until after the War of Independence.
The Anti-Burgher Synod sent Alexander Gellatly and Andrew Arnot in 1752, and two years later they organized the Associate Presbytery of Pennsylvania; they were joined in 1757 by the Scotch Church in New York City, which.
Ministers and people with few exceptions - the most notable being the Scotch Highlanders who had settled in the valley of the Mohawk in New York and on Cape Fear river in North Carolina - sided with the patriot or Whig party: John Witherspoon was the only clergyman in the Continental Congress of 1776, and was otherwise a prominent leader; John Murray of the Presbytery of the Eastward was an eloquent leader in New England; and in the South the Scotch-Irish were the backbone of the American partisan forces, two of whose leaders, Daniel Morgan and Andrew Pickens, were Presbyterian elders.
Founders were advertised for, and records show that Andrew Schalch of Douai was selected.
PETER III., king of Aragon (1236-1286), son of James the Conqueror, and his wife Yolande, daughter of Andrew II.
Upon Andrew Jackson's election to the presidency, the Telegraph became the principal mouthpiece of the administration, and received printing patronage estimated in value at $50,000 a year, while Green became one of the coterie of unofficial advisers of Jackson known as the "Kitchen Cabinet."
(1206-1270), king of Hungary, was the son of Andrew II., whom he succeeded in 1235.
The bishop's manor was alienated in 1550 to Sir Andrew Dudley, but West Teignmouth remained with the dean and chapter until early in the 19th century.
The corporation of Glasgow having persisted in its efforts to obtain a licence, the Treasury appointed Sheriff Andrew Jameson (afterwards Lord Ardwall) a special commissioner to hold a local inquiry in Glasgow to report whether the telephone service in that city was adequate and efficient and whether it was expedient to grant the corporation a licence.
Reports of Select Committee on Telephone and Telegraph Wires (1885), of Select Committee on Telegraph Bill (1892), of Joint Committee of the House of Lords and the House of Commons on Electric Powers (Protective Clauses) (1893), of Select Committee on Telephone Service (1895), of Select Committee on Telephones (1898), and of Select Committee on Post Office (Telephone) Agreement (1905); Treasury Minutes (1892 and 1899); Annual Reports of the Postmaster-General; Report to the Treasury by Sheriff Andrew Jameson on Glasgow Telephone Enquiry (1897); H.
When Robert of Anjou died in 1343, he was succeeded by his grand-daughter Joan, the childless wife of four successive husbands, Andrew of Hungary, Louis of Taranto, Th ~James of Aragon and Otto of Brunswick.
Belief in a primitive historical revelation, once universal among Christians, has almost disappeared; but belief in a very early and highly moral theism is stoutly defended, chiefly on Australian evidence, by Andrew Lang (The Making of Religion and later works).
Its chief remains of antiquity are a square peel-tower and the cruciform church of St Andrew, of which part of the fabric is of pre-Conquest date, though the building is mainly Early English.
Among them were John of Monte Corvino, a Franciscan monk, Andrew of Perugia, John Marignioli and Friar Jordanus, who visited the west coast of India, and above all Friar Odoric of Pordenone.
After the war he was sent on a special diplomatic mission to France, on account of the presence of French troops in Mexico; and from June 1868 to March 1869 he served as secretary of war under President Andrew Johnson, after the retirement of E.
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Andrew Jackson Davis was in America the most prominent example of such persons; his work, The Principles of Nature, Her Divine Revelations (New York, 1847), was alleged to have been dictated in "clairvoyant" trance, and before 1848 his followers were expecting a new religious revelation.
Masson's Life of Drummond of Hawthornden; and, above all, Masson's Life of Milton; Andrew Lang, Hist.
Stone Anselm Joseph McLaurin Andrew Houston Longino James Kimble Vardaman Edmund Favor Noel .
His political views were determined by the ultra-democratic influence of Andrew Jackson and the state-sovereignty philosophy of John C. Calhoun.
In 1885 Arthur Douglas Carey and Andrew Dalgleish, following more or less the tracks of Prjevalsky, contributed much that was new to the map of Asia; and in 1886 Captain (afterwards Sir Francis) Younghusband completed a most adventurous journey across the heart of the continent by crossing the Murtagh, the great mountain barrier between China and Kashmir.
The church of St Andrew, the parish of which extends into the City, stands near Holborn Viaduct.
To Mr Andrew Carnegie and Mr and Mrs M ` Kie of Moat House was due the free library.
Small's swing plough and Andrew Meikle's threshing-machine, although invented some years before this, were now perfected and brought into general use, to the great furtherance of agriculture.
FRANCIS WILKINSON PICKENS (1805-1869), American politician, was born in Togadoo, St Paul's parish, South Carolina, on the 7th of April 1805, son of Andrew Pickens (1779-1838) and grandson of General Andrew Pickens (1739-1817).
Some of his chief nobles - Thomas, earl of Lancaster, in 1321, and Sir Andrew Harclay, earl of Carlisle, in 1322 - entered into correspondence with the Scots, and, though Harclay's treason was detected and punished by his death, Edward was forced to make a truce of thirteen years at Newcastle on the 30th of May 1323, which Bruce ratified at Berwick.
A criticism of Neo-Hegelianism will be found in Andrew Seth (Pringle Pattison), Hegelianism and Personality.
The church of St Andrew is of unknown foundation, but the list of vicars is complete from 1223.
In regard to South Africa, besides the well-known work of Le Vaillant already mentioned, there is the second volume of Sir Andrew Smith's Illustrations of the Zoology of South Africa (4to, 1838-1842), which is devoted to birds.
ANDREW OF LONGJUMEAU (Longumeau, Lonjumel, &c.), a French Dominican, explorer and diplomatist.
Andrew, who was now with St Louis, interpreted to the king David's message, a real or pretended offer of alliance from the Mongol general Ilchikdai (Ilchikadai), and a proposal of a joint attack upon the Islamic powers for the conquest of Syria.
In reply to this the French sovereign despatched Andrew as his ambassador to the great Khan Kuyuk; with Longjumeau went his brother (a monk) and several others - John Goderiche, John of Carcassonne, Herbert "le sommelier," Gerbert of Sens, Robert a clerk, a certain William, and an unnamed clerk of Poissy.
On arrival at the supreme Mongol court - either that on the Imyl river (near Lake Ala-kul and the present Russo-Chinese frontier in the Altai), or more probably at or near Karakorum itself, south-west of Lake Baikal - Andrew found Kuyuk Khan dead, poisoned, as the envoy supposed, by Batu's agents.
This insulting behaviour, and the language of the letter with which Andrew reappeared, marked the mission a failure: King Louis, says Joinville, "se repenti fort."
We only know of Andrew through references in other writers: see especially William of Rubruquis in Recueil de voyages, iv.
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ELISHA KENT KANE (1820-1857), American scientist and explorer, was born in Philadelphia on the 10th of February 1820, the son of the jurist John Kintzing Kane (1795-1858), a friend and supporter of Andrew Jackson, attorney-general of Pennsylvania in 1845-1846, U.S. judge of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania after 1846, and president of the American Philosophical Society in 1856-1858.
When Andrew Jackson was a little boy he lived with his mother in South Carolina.
Andrew Jackson was then a tall white-haired boy, thirteen years old.
Andrew threw out his hand and received an ugly gash across the knuckles.
Andrew was not held long as a prisoner.
Just then another visitor entered the drawing room: Prince Andrew Bolkonski, the little princess' husband.
Prince Andrew screwed up his eyes and turned away.
Pierre, who from the moment Prince Andrew entered the room had watched him with glad, affectionate eyes, now came up and took his arm.
Prince Andrew looked Anna Pavlovna straight in the face with a sarcastic smile.
"Bonaparte has said so," remarked Prince Andrew with a sarcastic smile.
"'I showed them the path to glory, but they did not follow it,'" Prince Andrew continued after a short silence, again quoting Napoleon's words.
Prince Andrew, who had evidently wished to tone down the awkwardness of Pierre's remarks, rose and made a sign to his wife that it was time to go.
Prince Andrew had gone out into the hall, and, turning his shoulders to the footman who was helping him on with his cloak, listened indifferently to his wife's chatter with Prince Hippolyte who had also come into the hall.
She will be quite ill now, said Prince Andrew, as he entered the study, rubbing his small white hands.
He lifted his eager face to Prince Andrew, smiled, and waved his hand.
It was evident that Prince Andrew was not interested in such abstract conversation.
Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
It was about this choice that Prince Andrew was speaking.
Prince Andrew again interrupted him, let us talk business.
Prince Andrew only shrugged his shoulders at Pierre's childish words.
Prince Andrew smiled ironically.
Prince Andrew shook himself as if waking up, and his face assumed the look it had had in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room.
Prince Andrew rose and politely placed a chair for her.
The other day at the Apraksins' I heard a lady asking, 'Is that the famous Prince Andrew?'
"With my father and sister, remember," said Prince Andrew gently.
"I still can't understand what you are afraid of," said Prince Andrew slowly, not taking his eyes off his wife.
No, Andrew, I must say you have changed.
Prince Andrew rose, shrugged his shoulders, and walked about the room.
I have long wanted to ask you, Andrew, why you have changed so to me?
"Lise!" was all Prince Andrew said.
"Lise, I beg you to desist," said Prince Andrew still more emphatically.
Prince Andrew caught him by the hand.
"Lise!" said Prince Andrew dryly, raising his voice to the pitch which indicates that patience is exhausted.
Pierre continually glanced at Prince Andrew; Prince Andrew rubbed his forehead with his small hand.
But he immediately recalled his promise to Prince Andrew not to go there.
At Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Andreevich Bolkonski's estate, the arrival of young Prince Andrew and his wife was daily expected, but this expectation did not upset the regular routine of life in the old prince's household.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
Prince Andrew apparently knew this as well as Tikhon; he looked at his watch as if to ascertain whether his father's habits had changed since he was at home last, and, having assured himself that they had not, he turned to his wife.
Prince Andrew followed her with a courteous but sad expression.
Prince Andrew stopped and made a grimace, as if expecting something unpleasant.
When Prince Andrew went in the two princesses, who had only met once before for a short time at his wedding, were in each other's arms warmly pressing their lips to whatever place they happened to touch.
Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders and frowned, as lovers of music do when they hear a false note.
Ah, Andrew, I did not see you.
Prince Andrew and his sister, hand in hand, kissed one another, and he told her she was still the same crybaby as ever.
"So you are really going to the war, Andrew?" she said sighing.
"She needs rest," said Prince Andrew with a frown.
The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.
Prince Andrew went up and kissed his father on the spot indicated to him.
"Yes, Father, I have come to you and brought my wife who is pregnant," said Prince Andrew, following every movement of his father's face with an eager and respectful look.
Prince Andrew, seeing that his father insisted, began--at first reluctantly, but gradually with more and more animation, and from habit changing unconsciously from Russian to French as he went on--to explain the plan of operation for the coming campaign.
Prince Andrew, looking again at that genealogical tree, shook his head, laughing as a man laughs who looks at a portrait so characteristic of the original as to be amusing.
Prince Andrew gaily bore with his father's ridicule of the new men, and drew him on and listened to him with evident pleasure.
Prince Andrew was to leave next evening.
Prince Andrew was silent, but the princess noticed the ironical and contemptuous look that showed itself on his face.
Prince Andrew smiled as he looked at his sister, as we smile at those we think we thoroughly understand.
But think, Andrew: for a young society woman to be buried in the country during the best years of her life, all alone--for Papa is always busy, and I... well, you know what poor resources I have for entertaining a woman used to the best society.
Prince Andrew asked suddenly.
"He always was rather harsh; and now I should think he's getting very trying," said Prince Andrew, apparently speaking lightly of their father in order to puzzle or test his sister.
"You are good in every way, Andrew, but you have a kind of intellectual pride," said the princess, following the train of her own thoughts rather than the trend of the conversation--"and that's a great sin.
I will tell you the truth, Andrew... is Father's way of treating religious subjects.
Andrew..." she said timidly after a moment's silence, "I have a great favor to ask of you."
"Even if it were a great deal of trouble..." answered Prince Andrew, as if guessing what it was about.
Andrew, I bless you with this icon and you must promise me you will never take it off.
Please, Andrew, for my sake!...
Andrew understood, crossed himself and kissed the icon.
As I was saying to you, Andrew, be kind and generous as you always used to be.
Prince Andrew felt sorry for his sister.
On the way to his sister's room, in the passage which connected one wing with the other, Prince Andrew met Mademoiselle Bourienne smiling sweetly.
Prince Andrew looked sternly at her and an expression of anger suddenly came over his face.
This very sentence about Countess Zubova and this same laugh Prince Andrew had already heard from his wife in the presence of others some five times.
Prince Andrew came up, stroked her hair, and asked if she felt rested after their journey.
When Prince Andrew entered the study the old man in his old-age spectacles and white dressing gown, in which he received no one but his son, sat at the table writing.
"I know that no one can help if nature does not do her work," said Prince Andrew, evidently confused.
Andrew did not speak; he was both pleased and displeased that his father understood him.
Andrew did not tell his father that he would no doubt live a long time yet.
"Remember this, Prince Andrew, if they kill you it will hurt me, your old father..." he paused unexpectedly, and then in a querulous voice suddenly shrieked: "but if I hear that you have not behaved like a son of Nicholas Bolkonski, I shall be ashamed!"
"I also wanted to ask you," continued Prince Andrew, "if I'm killed and if I have a son, do not let him be taken away from you--as I said yesterday... let him grow up with you....
What? asked both princesses when they saw for a moment at the door Prince Andrew and the figure of the old man in a white dressing gown, spectacled and wigless, shouting in an angry voice.
Prince Andrew sighed and made no reply.
"Andrew, already!" said the little princess, turning pale and looking with dismay at her husband.
Princess Mary, supporting her sister-in-law, still looked with her beautiful eyes full of tears at the door through which Prince Andrew had gone and made the sign of the cross in his direction.
Hardly had Prince Andrew gone when the study door opened quickly and the stern figure of the old man in the white dressing gown looked out.
Prince Andrew stepped forward from among the suite and said in French:
Prince Andrew Bolkonski came into the room with the required papers.
Though not much time had passed since Prince Andrew had left Russia, he had changed greatly during that period.
On Kutuzov's staff, among his fellow officers and in the army generally, Prince Andrew had, as he had had in Petersburg society, two quite opposite reputations.
Some, a minority, acknowledged him to be different from themselves and from everyone else, expected great things of him, listened to him, admired, and imitated him, and with them Prince Andrew was natural and pleasant.
But among these people Prince Andrew knew how to take his stand so that they respected and even feared him.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders.
"Probably," said Prince Andrew moving toward the outer door.
Prince Andrew stopped short.
Prince Andrew was one of those rare staff officers whose chief interest lay in the general progress of the war.
Excited and irritated by these thoughts Prince Andrew went toward his room to write to his father, to whom he wrote every day.
Nesvitski with a laugh threw his arms round Prince Andrew, but Bolkonski, turning still paler, pushed him away with an angry look and turned to Zherkov.
"What's the matter?" exclaimed Prince Andrew standing still in his excitement.
Despite his apparently delicate build Prince Andrew could endure physical fatigue far better than many very muscular men, and on the night of the battle, having arrived at Krems excited but not weary, with dispatches from Dokhturov to Kutuzov, he was sent immediately with a special dispatch to Brunn.
Reviewing his impressions of the recent battle, picturing pleasantly to himself the impression his news of a victory would create, or recalling the send-off given him by the commander-in-chief and his fellow officers, Prince Andrew was galloping along in a post chaise enjoying the feelings of a man who has at length begun to attain a long-desired happiness.
Prince Andrew took out his purse and gave the soldier three gold pieces.
It was already quite dark when Prince Andrew rattled over the paved streets of Brunn and found himself surrounded by high buildings, the lights of shops, houses, and street lamps, fine carriages, and all that atmosphere of a large and active town which is always so attractive to a soldier after camp life.
Despite his rapid journey and sleepless night, Prince Andrew when he drove up to the palace felt even more vigorous and alert than he had done the day before.
The adjutant on duty, meeting Prince Andrew, asked him to wait, and went in to the Minister of War.
He had an intellectual and distinctive head, but the instant he turned to Prince Andrew the firm, intelligent expression on his face changed in a way evidently deliberate and habitual to him.
Having glanced through the dispatch he laid it on the table and looked at Prince Andrew, evidently considering something.
Prince Andrew stayed at Brunn with Bilibin, a Russian acquaintance of his in the diplomatic service.
After washing and dressing, Prince Andrew came into the diplomat's luxurious study and sat down to the dinner prepared for him.
They had known each other previously in Petersburg, but had become more intimate when Prince Andrew was in Vienna with Kutuzov.
He looked straight at Prince Andrew and suddenly unwrinkled his forehead.
"Really I don't care about that, I don't care at all," said Prince Andrew, beginning to understand that his news of the battle before Krems was really of small importance in view of such events as the fall of Austria's capital.
Prince Andrew suddenly exclaimed, clenching his small hand and striking the table with it, "and what luck the man has!"
"But joking apart," said Prince Andrew, "do you really think the campaign is over?"
When Prince Andrew reached the room prepared for him and lay down in a clean shirt on the feather bed with its warmed and fragrant pillows, he felt that the battle of which he had brought tidings was far, far away from him.
These gentlemen received Prince Andrew as one of themselves, an honor they did not extend to many.
Prince Andrew and the others gathered round these two.
"Wait, I have not finished..." he said to Prince Andrew, seizing him by the arm, "I believe that intervention will be stronger than nonintervention.
"I shall scarcely be able to avail myself of your hospitality, gentlemen, it is already time for me to go," replied Prince Andrew looking at his watch.
Before the conversation began Prince Andrew was struck by the fact that the Emperor seemed confused and blushed as if not knowing what to say.
Prince Andrew withdrew and was immediately surrounded by courtiers on all sides.
Before returning to Bilibin's Prince Andrew had gone to a bookshop to provide himself with some books for the campaign, and had spent some time in the shop.
Prince Andrew could not understand.
What is it all about? inquired Prince Andrew impatiently.
"Stop jesting," said Prince Andrew sadly and seriously.
"It may be treachery," said Prince Andrew, vividly imagining the gray overcoats, wounds, the smoke of gunpowder, the sounds of firing, and the glory that awaited him.
"Where are you off to?" he said suddenly to Prince Andrew who had risen and was going toward his room.
And Prince Andrew after giving directions about his departure went to his room.
Prince Andrew looked inquiringly at him and gave no reply.
Near Hetzelsdorf Prince Andrew struck the high road along which the Russian army was moving with great haste and in the greatest disorder.
Prince Andrew took a horse and a Cossack from a Cossack commander, and hungry and weary, making his way past the baggage wagons, rode in search of the commander-in-chief and of his own luggage.
Prince Andrew rode up and was just putting his question to a soldier when his attention was diverted by the desperate shrieks of the woman in the vehicle.
Seeing Prince Andrew she leaned out from behind the apron and, waving her thin arms from under the woolen shawl, cried:
Don't you see it's a woman? said Prince Andrew riding up to the officer.
"Let them pass, I tell you!" repeated Prince Andrew, compressing his lips.
Prince Andrew saw that the officer was in that state of senseless, tipsy rage when a man does not know what he is saying.
Before the officer finished his sentence Prince Andrew, his face distorted with fury, rode up to him and raised his riding whip.
Entering the house, Prince Andrew saw Nesvitski and another adjutant having something to eat.
You must be ill to shiver like that, he added, noticing that Prince Andrew winced as at an electric shock.
Passing by Kutuzov's carriage and the exhausted saddle horses of his suite, with their Cossacks who were talking loudly together, Prince Andrew entered the passage.
He glanced at Prince Andrew and did not even nod to him.
Prince Andrew moved toward the door from whence voices were heard.
Prince Andrew stood right in front of Kutuzov but the expression of the commander in chief's one sound eye showed him to be so preoccupied with thoughts and anxieties as to be oblivious of his presence.
"I have the honor to present myself," repeated Prince Andrew rather loudly, handing Kutuzov an envelope.
Prince Andrew glanced at Kutuzov's face only a foot distant from him and involuntarily noticed the carefully washed seams of the scar near his temple, where an Ismail bullet had pierced his skull, and the empty eye socket.
Between three and four o'clock in the afternoon Prince Andrew, who had persisted in his request to Kutuzov, arrived at Grunth and reported himself to Bagration.
Prince Andrew, without replying, asked the prince's permission to ride round the position to see the disposition of the forces, so as to know his bearings should he be sent to execute an order.
"Yes, let's go in and I will get myself a roll and some cheese," said Prince Andrew who had not yet had time to eat anything.
Prince Andrew smiled involuntarily as he looked at the artillery officer Tushin, who silent and smiling, shifting from one stockinged foot to the other, glanced inquiringly with his large, intelligent, kindly eyes from Prince Andrew to the staff officer.
Prince Andrew glanced again at the artillery officer's small figure.
The staff officer and Prince Andrew mounted their horses and rode on.
Prince Andrew and the officer rode up, looked at the entrenchment, and went on again.
Prince Andrew stopped and began examining the position.
"Thank you very much, I will go on alone," said Prince Andrew, wishing to rid himself of this staff officer's company, "please don't trouble yourself further."
The staff officer remained behind and Prince Andrew rode on alone.
At Grunth also some apprehension and alarm could be felt, but the nearer Prince Andrew came to the French lines the more confident was the appearance of our troops.
After passing a chasseur regiment and in the lines of the Kiev grenadiers--fine fellows busy with similar peaceful affairs--near the shelter of the regimental commander, higher than and different from the others, Prince Andrew came out in front of a platoon of grenadiers before whom lay a naked man.
Prince Andrew, having reached the front line, rode along it.
Prince Andrew halted to have a look at the French.
Prince Andrew recognized him and stopped to listen to what he was saying.
Having ridden round the whole line from right flank to left, Prince Andrew made his way up to the battery from which the staff officer had told him the whole field could be seen.
Prince Andrew took out his notebook and, leaning on the cannon, sketched a plan of the position.
Prince Andrew, being always near the commander in chief, closely following the mass movements and general orders, and constantly studying historical accounts of battles, involuntarily pictured to himself the course of events in the forthcoming action in broad outline.
"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.
"Why," thought Prince Andrew, "that's the captain who stood up in the sutler's hut without his boots."
Mounting his horse again Prince Andrew lingered with the battery, looking at the puff from the gun that had sent the ball.
Prince Andrew turned his horse and galloped back to Grunth to find Prince Bagration.
Here it is! thought Prince Andrew, feeling the blood rush to his heart.
Prince Andrew stopped, waiting for him to come up; Prince Bagration reined in his horse and recognizing Prince Andrew nodded to him.
He still looked ahead while Prince Andrew told him what he had seen.
Prince Andrew gazed with anxious curiosity at that impassive face and wished he could tell what, if anything, this man was thinking and feeling at that moment.
Prince Andrew asked himself as he looked.
Prince Andrew, out of breath with his rapid ride, spoke quickly.
Prince Andrew followed with the suite.
Prince Andrew remembered the story of Suvorov giving his saber to Bagration in Italy, and the recollection was particularly pleasant at that moment.
It seemed to Prince Andrew that the officer's remark was just and that really no answer could be made to it.
Prince Andrew listened attentively to Bagration's colloquies with the commanding officers and the orders he gave them and, to his surprise, found that no orders were really given, but that Prince Bagration tried to make it appear that everything done by necessity, by accident, or by the will of subordinate commanders was done, if not by his direct command, at least in accord with his intentions.
Prince Andrew noticed, however, that though what happened was due to chance and was independent of the commander's will, owing to the tact Bagration showed, his presence was very valuable.
"What is this?" thought Prince Andrew approaching the crowd of soldiers.
Prince Andrew was struck by the changed expression on Prince Bagration's face at this moment.
Prince Andrew felt that an invisible power was leading him forward, and experienced great happiness.
Prince Andrew, walking beside Bagration, could clearly distinguish their bandoliers, red epaulets, and even their faces.
Prince Andrew said nothing to Tushin.
When having limbered up the only two cannon that remained uninjured out of the four, they began moving down the hill (one shattered gun and one unicorn were left behind), Prince Andrew rode up to Tushin.
"I had not the pleasure of seeing you," said Prince Andrew, coldly and abruptly.
Prince Andrew looked at Tushin from under his brows and his fingers twitched nervously.
Prince Andrew broke the silence with his abrupt voice, you were pleased to send me to Captain Tushin's battery.
"And, if your excellency will allow me to express my opinion," he continued, "we owe today's success chiefly to the action of that battery and the heroic endurance of Captain Tushin and his company," and without awaiting a reply, Prince Andrew rose and left the table.
Prince Andrew went out with him.
Prince Andrew gave him a look, but said nothing and went away.
Boris, during the campaign, had made the acquaintance of many persons who might prove useful to him, and by a letter of recommendation he had brought from Pierre had become acquainted with Prince Andrew Bolkonski, through whom he hoped to obtain a post on the commander-in-chief's staff.
In the middle of his story, just as he was saying: "You cannot imagine what a strange frenzy one experiences during an attack," Prince Andrew, whom Boris was expecting, entered the room.
Prince Andrew, who liked to help young men, was flattered by being asked for his assistance and being well disposed toward Boris, who had managed to please him the day before, he wished to do what the young man wanted.
"As to your business," Prince Andrew continued, addressing Boris, "we will talk of it later" (and he looked round at Rostov).
"Of whom you imagine me to be one?" said Prince Andrew, with a quiet and particularly amiable smile.
Au revoir! exclaimed Prince Andrew, and with a bow to them both he went out.
Only when Prince Andrew was gone did Rostov think of what he ought to have said.
He did not find Prince Andrew in Olmutz that day, but the appearance of the town where the headquarters and the diplomatic corps were stationed and the two Emperors were living with their suites, households, and courts only strengthened his desire to belong to that higher world.
Prince Andrew was in and Boris was shown into a large hall probably formerly used for dancing, but in which five beds now stood, and furniture of various kinds: a table, chairs, and a clavichord.
When he entered, Prince Andrew, his eyes drooping contemptuously (with that peculiar expression of polite weariness which plainly says, "If it were not my duty I would not talk to you for a moment"), was listening to an old Russian general with decorations, who stood very erect, almost on tiptoe, with a soldier's obsequious expression on his purple face, reporting something.
"Very well, then, be so good as to wait," said Prince Andrew to the general, in Russian, speaking with the French intonation he affected when he wished to speak contemptuously, and noticing Boris, Prince Andrew, paying no more heed to the general who ran after him imploring him to hear something more, nodded and turned to him with a cheerful smile.
Prince Andrew came up to him and took his hand.
Boris smiled, as if he understood what Prince Andrew was alluding to as something generally known.
Prince Andrew always became specially keen when he had to guide a young man and help him to worldly success.
The council of war was just over when Prince Andrew accompanied by Boris arrived at the palace to find Dolgorukov.
Prince Andrew introduced his protege, but Prince Dolgorukov politely and firmly pressing his hand said nothing to Boris and, evidently unable to suppress the thoughts which were uppermost in his mind at that moment, addressed Prince Andrew in French.
And the talkative Dolgorukov, turning now to Boris, now to Prince Andrew, told how Bonaparte wishing to test Markov, our ambassador, purposely dropped a handkerchief in front of him and stood looking at Markov, probably expecting Markov to pick it up for him, and how Markov immediately dropped his own beside it and picked it up without touching Bonaparte's.
This short man nodded to Dolgorukov as to an intimate friend and stared at Prince Andrew with cool intensity, walking straight toward him and evidently expecting him to bow or to step out of his way.
Prince Andrew did neither: a look of animosity appeared on his face and the other turned away and went down the side of the corridor.
Next day, the army began its campaign, and up to the very battle of Austerlitz, Boris was unable to see either Prince Andrew or Dolgorukov again and remained for a while with the Ismaylov regiment.
Prince Andrew was on duty that day and in constant attendance on the commander-in-chief.
"But tell me, what is he like, eh?" said Prince Andrew again.
As soon as Prince Andrew began to demonstrate the defects of the latter and the merits of his own plan, Prince Dolgorukov ceased to listen to him and gazed absent-mindedly not at the map, but at Prince Andrew's face.
"I will do so," said Prince Andrew, moving away from the map.
On the way home, Prince Andrew could not refrain from asking Kutuzov, who was sitting silently beside him, what he thought of tomorrow's battle.
Prince Andrew came in to inform the commander-in-chief of this and, availing himself of permission previously given him by Kutuzov to be present at the council, he remained in the room.
Prince Andrew went out.
Prince Andrew, however, did not answer that voice and went on dreaming of his triumphs.
"Well then," Prince Andrew answered himself, "I don't know what will happen and don't want to know, and can't, but if I want this--want glory, want to be known to men, want to be loved by them, it is not my fault that I want it and want nothing but that and live only for that.
The voices were those of the orderlies who were packing up; one voice, probably a coachman's, was teasing Kutuzov's old cook whom Prince Andrew knew, and who was called Tit.
Prince Andrew was behind, among the immense number forming the commander-in-chief's suite.
It was there Prince Andrew thought the fight would concentrate.
"My dear fellow," Nesvitski whispered to Prince Andrew, "the old man is as surly as a dog."
Kutuzov turned round without answering and his eye happened to fall upon Prince Andrew, who was beside him.
Hardly had Prince Andrew started than he stopped him.
Prince Andrew galloped off to execute the order.
"All right, all right!" he said to Prince Andrew, and turned to a general who, watch in hand, was saying it was time they started as all the left-flank columns had already descended.
Prince Andrew, who was a little behind looking at them, turned to an adjutant to ask him for a field glass.
My turn has come, thought Prince Andrew, and striking his horse he rode up to Kutuzov.
But at that very instant a cloud of smoke spread all round, firing was heard quite close at hand, and a voice of naive terror barely two steps from Prince Andrew shouted, Brothers!
Prince Andrew forced his way to him.
Having forced his way out of the crowd of fugitives, Prince Andrew, trying to keep near Kutuzov, saw on the slope of the hill amid the smoke a Russian battery that was still firing and Frenchmen running toward it.
But before he had finished speaking, Prince Andrew, feeling tears of shame and anger choking him, had already leapt from his horse and run to the standard.
"Hurrah!" shouted Prince Andrew, and, scarcely able to hold up the heavy standard, he ran forward with full confidence that the whole battalion would follow him.
Prince Andrew again seized the standard and, dragging it by the staff, ran on with the battalion.
Prince Andrew and the battalion were already within twenty paces of the cannon.
"What are they about?" thought Prince Andrew as he gazed at them.
But Prince Andrew did not see how it ended.
"How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky!
On the Pratzen Heights, where he had fallen with the flagstaff in his hand, lay Prince Andrew Bolkonski bleeding profusely and unconsciously uttering a gentle, piteous, and childlike moan.
Prince Andrew understood that this was said of him and that it was Napoleon who said it.
Looking into Napoleon's eyes Prince Andrew thought of the insignificance of greatness, the unimportance of life which no one could understand, and the still greater unimportance of death, the meaning of which no one alive could understand or explain.
The soldiers who had carried Prince Andrew had noticed and taken the little gold icon Princess Mary had hung round her brother's neck, but seeing the favor the Emperor showed the prisoners, they now hastened to return the holy image.
Prince Andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced, but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform.
And Prince Andrew, with others fatally wounded, was left to the care of the inhabitants of the district.
"Nothing... only I feel sad... sad about Andrew," she said, wiping away her tears on her sister-in-law's knee.
"Has anything come from Andrew?" she asked.
"It's Andrew!" thought Princess Mary.
"No it can't be, that would be too extraordinary," and at the very moment she thought this, the face and figure of Prince Andrew, in a fur cloak the deep collar of which covered with snow, appeared on the landing where the footman stood with the candle.
Prince Andrew entered and paused facing her at the foot of the sofa on which she was lying.
Prince Andrew went round the sofa and kissed her forehead.
The pangs began again and Mary Bogdanovna advised Prince Andrew to leave the room.
Prince Andrew went out and, meeting Princess Mary, again joined her.
Prince Andrew went again to his wife and sat waiting in the room next to hers.
Prince Andrew got up, went to the door, and tried to open it.
Prince Andrew ran to the door; the scream ceased and he heard the wail of an infant.
"What have they taken a baby in there for?" thought Prince Andrew in the first second.
Prince Andrew turned to him, but the doctor gave him a bewildered look and passed by without a word.
A woman rushed out and seeing Prince Andrew stopped, hesitating on the threshold.
Two hours later Prince Andrew, stepping softly, went into his father's room.
Three days later the little princess was buried, and Prince Andrew went up the steps to where the coffin stood, to give her the farewell kiss.
"Ah, what have you done to me?" it still seemed to say, and Prince Andrew felt that something gave way in his soul and that he was guilty of a sin he could neither remedy nor forget.
Prince Andrew sat in another room, faint with fear lest the baby should be drowned in the font, and awaited the termination of the ceremony.
The life of old Prince Bolkonski, Prince Andrew, and Princess Mary had greatly changed since 1805.
But what was still stranger, though of this Prince Andrew said nothing to his sister, was that in the expression the sculptor had happened to give the angel's face, Prince Andrew read the same mild reproach he had read on the face of his dead wife: "Ah, why have you done this to me?"
Partly because of the depressing memories associated with Bald Hills, partly because Prince Andrew did not always feel equal to bearing with his father's peculiarities, and partly because he needed solitude, Prince Andrew made use of Bogucharovo, began building and spent most of his time there.
After the Austerlitz campaign Prince Andrew had firmly resolved not to continue his military service, and when the war recommenced and everybody had to serve, he took a post under his father in the recruitment so as to avoid active service.
The old man, roused by activity, expected the best results from the new campaign, while Prince Andrew on the contrary, taking no part in the war and secretly regretting this, saw only the dark side.
Prince Andrew remained at Bald Hills as usual during his father's absence.
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
There were in the room a child's cot, two boxes, two armchairs, a table, a child's table, and the little chair on which Prince Andrew was sitting.
"Oh, leave off, you always talk nonsense and keep putting things off-- and this is what comes of it!" said Prince Andrew in an exasperated whisper, evidently meaning to wound his sister.
Prince Andrew got up and went on tiptoe up to the little bed, wineglass in hand.
Prince Andrew went out.
Prince Andrew went up to the child and felt him.
"Andrew, don't!" said Princess Mary.
Prince Andrew winced and, clutching his head, went out and sat down on a sofa in the next room.
Prince Andrew sighed and broke the seal of another envelope.
"Ah yes, and what else did he say that's unpleasant?" thought Prince Andrew, recalling his father's letter.
At first Prince Andrew read with his eyes only, but after a while, in spite of himself (although he knew how far it was safe to trust Bilibin), what he had read began to interest him more and more.
Prince Andrew was as glad to find the boy like that, as if he had already lost him.
Prince Andrew touched the head with his hand; even the hair was wet, so profusely had the child perspired.
Prince Andrew longed to snatch up, to squeeze, to hold to his heart, this helpless little creature, but dared not do so.
Prince Andrew recognized her without looking and held out his hand to her.
Prince Andrew looked at his sister.
Prince Andrew was the first to move away, ruffling his hair against the muslin of the curtain.
Pierre went with rapid steps to the door and suddenly came face to face with Prince Andrew, who came out frowning and looking old.
It was as if Prince Andrew would have liked to sympathize with what Pierre was saying, but could not.
"Plans!" repeated Prince Andrew ironically.
Pierre began, but Prince Andrew interrupted him.
Prince Andrew spoke with some animation and interest only of the new homestead he was constructing and its buildings, but even here, while on the scaffolding, in the midst of a talk explaining the future arrangements of the house, he interrupted himself:
"What does harm to another is wrong," said Pierre, feeling with pleasure that for the first time since his arrival Prince Andrew was roused, had begun to talk, and wanted to express what had brought him to his present state.
Prince Andrew looked silently at Pierre with an ironic smile.
"Come, let's argue then," said Prince Andrew, "You talk of schools," he went on, crooking a finger, "education and so forth; that is, you want to raise him" (pointing to a peasant who passed by them taking off his cap) "from his animal condition and awaken in him spiritual needs, while it seems to me that animal happiness is the only happiness possible, and that is just what you want to deprive him of.
The third thing--what else was it you talked about? and Prince Andrew crooked a third finger.
Prince Andrew expressed his ideas so clearly and distinctly that it was evident he had reflected on this subject more than once, and he spoke readily and rapidly like a man who has not talked for a long time.
That is not cleanly," said Prince Andrew; "on the contrary one must try to make one's life as pleasant as possible.
"After Austerlitz!" said Prince Andrew gloomily.
"Yes, but it is not as you imagine," Prince Andrew continued.
Prince Andrew grew more and more animated.
In the evening Andrew and Pierre got into the open carriage and drove to Bald Hills.
Prince Andrew, glancing at Pierre, broke the silence now and then with remarks which showed that he was in a good temper.
But as soon as he thought of what he should say, he felt that Prince Andrew with one word, one argument, would upset all his teaching, and he shrank from beginning, afraid of exposing to possible ridicule what to him was precious and sacred.
What about? asked Prince Andrew with surprise.
Prince Andrew, looking straight in front of him, listened in silence to Pierre's words.
Prince Andrew, leaning his arms on the raft railing, gazed silently at the flooding waters glittering in the setting sun.
Prince Andrew did not reply.
The sun had sunk half below the horizon and an evening frost was starring the puddles near the ferry, but Pierre and Andrew, to the astonishment of the footmen, coachmen, and ferrymen, still stood on the raft and talked.
Prince Andrew stood leaning on the railing of the raft listening to Pierre, and he gazed with his eyes fixed on the red reflection of the sun gleaming on the blue waters.
Prince Andrew felt as if the sound of the waves kept up a refrain to Pierre's words, whispering:
It was getting dusk when Prince Andrew and Pierre drove up to the front entrance of the house at Bald Hills.
As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre's attention to a commotion going on at the back porch.
Prince Andrew had no time to answer.
Prince Andrew led Pierre to his own apartments, which were always kept in perfect order and readiness for him in his father's house; he himself went to the nursery.
"Andrew, why didn't you warn me?" said the princess, with mild reproach, as she stood before her pilgrims like a hen before her chickens.
"Andrew!" said Princess Mary, imploringly.
"Il faut que vous sachiez que c'est une femme," * said Prince Andrew to Pierre.
"Andrew, au nom de Dieu!" *(2) Princess Mary repeated.
"Mais, ma bonne amie," said Prince Andrew, "vous devriez au contraire m'Ãªtre reconnaissante de ce que j'explique a Pierre votre intimitÃ© avec ce jeune homme." *
Prince Andrew asked the old woman.
"Andrew, do leave off," said Princess Mary.
"And was the Holy Mother promoted to the rank of general?" said Prince Andrew, with a smile.
It was all my fault, and Andrew was only joking.
Pelageya stopped doubtfully, but in Pierre's face there was such a look of sincere penitence, and Prince Andrew glanced so meekly now at her and now at Pierre, that she was gradually reassured.
Prince Andrew went out of the room, and then, leaving "God's folk" to finish their tea, Princess Mary took Pierre into the drawing room.
"How do you find Andrew?" she added hurriedly, not giving him time to reply to her affectionate words.
Prince Andrew and Pierre also went out into the porch.
Before supper, Prince Andrew, coming back to his father's study, found him disputing hotly with his visitor.
Old women's nonsense--old women's nonsense! he repeated, but still he patted Pierre affectionately on the shoulder, and then went up to the table where Prince Andrew, evidently not wishing to join in the conversation, was looking over the papers his father had brought from town.
He came at a gallop, wearing a small hat, a blue uniform open over a white vest, and the St. Andrew ribbon over his shoulder.
Prince Andrew had spent two years continuously in the country.
All the plans Pierre had attempted on his estates--and constantly changing from one thing to another had never accomplished--were carried out by Prince Andrew without display and without perceptible difficulty.
Prince Andrew spent half his time at Bald Hills with his father and his son, who was still in the care of nurses.
As he passed through the forest Prince Andrew turned several times to look at that oak, as if expecting something from it.
Prince Andrew had to see the Marshal of the Nobility for the district in connection with the affairs of the Ryazan estate of which he was trustee.
This Marshal was Count Ilya Rostov, and in the middle of May Prince Andrew went to visit him.
Prince Andrew, depressed and preoccupied with the business about which he had to speak to the Marshal, was driving up the avenue in the grounds of the Rostovs' house at Otradnoe.
Prince Andrew asked himself with instinctive curiosity.
He was glad to see Prince Andrew, as he was to see any new visitor, and insisted on his staying the night.
During the dull day, in the course of which he was entertained by his elderly hosts and by the more important of the visitors (the old count's house was crowded on account of an approaching name day), Prince Andrew repeatedly glanced at Natasha, gay and laughing among the younger members of the company, and asked himself each time, What is she thinking about?
Prince Andrew leaned his elbows on the window ledge and his eyes rested on that sky.
"Just once more," said a girlish voice above him which Prince Andrew recognized at once.
Prince Andrew, too, dared not stir, for fear of betraying his unintentional presence.
Again all was silent, but Prince Andrew knew she was still sitting there.
Next morning, having taken leave of no one but the count, and not waiting for the ladies to appear, Prince Andrew set off for home.
"Yes, it is the same oak," thought Prince Andrew, and all at once he was seized by an unreasoning springtime feeling of joy and renewal.
Prince Andrew suddenly decided finally and decisively.
On reaching home Prince Andrew decided to go to Petersburg that autumn and found all sorts of reasons for this decision.
"If it were hot," Prince Andrew would reply at such times very dryly to his sister, "he could go out in his smock, but as it is cold he must wear warm clothes, which were designed for that purpose.
Prince Andrew arrived in Petersburg in August, 1809.
Soon after his arrival Prince Andrew, as a gentleman of the chamber, presented himself at court and at a levee.
A few days later Prince Andrew received notice that he was to go to see the Minister of War, Count Arakcheev.
On the appointed day Prince Andrew entered Count Arakcheev's waiting room at nine in the morning.
During his service, chiefly as an adjutant, Prince Andrew had seen the anterooms of many important men, and the different types of such rooms were well known to him.
Prince Andrew for the second time asked the adjutant on duty to take in his name, but received an ironical look and was told that his turn would come in due course.
After this Prince Andrew was conducted to the door and the officer on duty said in a whisper, "To the right, at the window."
Prince Andrew entered a plain tidy room and saw at the table a man of forty with a long waist, a long closely cropped head, deep wrinkles, scowling brows above dull greenish-hazel eyes and an overhanging red nose.
"I am not petitioning, your excellency," returned Prince Andrew quietly.
And this movement of reconstruction of which Prince Andrew had a vague idea, and Speranski its chief promoter, began to interest him so keenly that the question of the army regulations quickly receded to a secondary place in his consciousness.
Prince Andrew was most favorably placed to secure good reception in the highest and most diverse Petersburg circles of the day.
The day after his interview with Count Arakcheev, Prince Andrew spent the evening at Count Kochubey's.
"It was a small estate that brought in no profit," replied Prince Andrew, trying to extenuate his action so as not to irritate the old man uselessly.
He rose, took Prince Andrew by the arm, and went to meet a tall, bald, fair man of about forty with a large open forehead and a long face of unusual and peculiar whiteness, who was just entering.
Prince Andrew followed Speranski's every word and movement with particular attention.
He did not say that the Emperor had kept him, and Prince Andrew noticed this affectation of modesty.
Having talked for a little while in the general circle, Speranski rose and coming up to Prince Andrew took him along to the other end of the room.
"No," said Prince Andrew, "my father did not wish me to take advantage of the privilege.
"I think, however, that these condemnations have some ground," returned Prince Andrew, trying to resist Speranski's influence, of which he began to be conscious.
During the first weeks of his stay in Petersburg Prince Andrew felt the whole trend of thought he had formed during his life of seclusion quite overshadowed by the trifling cares that engrossed him in that city.
As he had done on their first meeting at Kochubey's, Speranski produced a strong impression on Prince Andrew on the Wednesday, when he received him tÃªte-Ã -tÃªte at his own house and talked to him long and confidentially.
This first long conversation with Speranski only strengthened in Prince Andrew the feeling he had experienced toward him at their first meeting.
Everything seemed so simple and clear in Speranski's exposition that Prince Andrew involuntarily agreed with him about everything.
This was Speranski's cold, mirrorlike look, which did not allow one to penetrate to his soul, and his delicate white hands, which Prince Andrew involuntarily watched as one does watch the hands of those who possess power.
This mirrorlike gaze and those delicate hands irritated Prince Andrew, he knew not why.
It was evident that the thought could never occur to him which to Prince Andrew seemed so natural, namely, that it is after all impossible to express all one thinks; and that he had never felt the doubt, "Is not all I think and believe nonsense?"
Prince Andrew said that for that work an education in jurisprudence was needed which he did not possess.
Prince Andrew with a lady passed by, evidently not recognizing them.
Prince Andrew, in the white uniform of a cavalry colonel, wearing stockings and dancing shoes, stood looking animated and bright in the front row of the circle not far from the Rostovs.
Prince Andrew, as one closely connected with Speranski and participating in the work of the legislative commission, could give reliable information about that sitting, concerning which various rumors were current.
Prince Andrew was watching these men abashed by the Emperor's presence, and the women who were breathlessly longing to be asked to dance.
"I have the pleasure of being already acquainted, if the countess remembers me," said Prince Andrew with a low and courteous bow quite belying Peronskaya's remarks about his rudeness, and approaching Natasha he held out his arm to grasp her waist before he had completed his invitation.
Prince Andrew was one of the best dancers of his day and Natasha danced exquisitely.
For one of the merry cotillions before supper Prince Andrew was again her partner.
Like all men who have grown up in society, Prince Andrew liked meeting someone there not of the conventional society stamp.
"If she goes to her cousin first and then to another lady, she will be my wife," said Prince Andrew to himself quite to his own surprise, as he watched her.
He invited Prince Andrew to come and see them, and asked his daughter whether she was enjoying herself.
"I have never enjoyed myself so much before!" she said, and Prince Andrew noticed how her thin arms rose quickly as if to embrace her father and instantly dropped again.
Next day Prince Andrew thought of the ball, but his mind did not dwell on it long.
And this simple reflection suddenly destroyed all the interest Prince Andrew had felt in the impending reforms.
While still in the anteroom Prince Andrew heard loud voices and a ringing staccato laugh--a laugh such as one hears on the stage.
Prince Andrew had never before heard Speranski's famous laugh, and this ringing, high-pitched laughter from a statesman made a strange impression on him.
When Prince Andrew entered the room Magnitski's words were again crowned by laughter.
Prince Andrew looked at the laughing Speranski with astonishment, regret, and disillusionment.
But their gaiety seemed to Prince Andrew mirthless and tiresome.
Prince Andrew did not laugh and feared that he would be a damper on the spirits of the company, but no one took any notice of his being out of harmony with the general mood.
In the midst of a conversation that was started about Napoleon's Spanish affairs, which they all agreed in approving, Prince Andrew began to express a contrary opinion.
When the verses were finished Prince Andrew went up to Speranski and took his leave.
When he reached home Prince Andrew began thinking of his life in Petersburg during those last four months as if it were something new.
Next day Prince Andrew called at a few houses he had not visited before, and among them at the Rostovs' with whom he had renewed acquaintance at the ball.
She was wearing a dark-blue house dress in which Prince Andrew thought her even prettier than in her ball dress.
The old count's hospitality and good nature, which struck one especially in Petersburg as a pleasant surprise, were such that Prince Andrew could not refuse to stay to dinner.
Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her.
Prince Andrew left the Rostovs' late in the evening.
Prince Andrew was standing before her, saying something to her with a look of tender solicitude.
Prince Andrew went up to Pierre, and the latter noticed a new and youthful expression in his friend's face.
With so intellectual a guest as she considered Prince Andrew to be, she felt that she had to employ her diplomatic tact.
This return to the subject of Natalie caused Prince Andrew to knit his brows with discomfort: he was about to rise, but Vera continued with a still more subtle smile:
Prince Andrew frowned and remained silent.
"Oh, there was childish love?" suddenly asked Prince Andrew, blushing unexpectedly.
"Oh, undoubtedly!" said Prince Andrew, and with sudden and unnatural liveliness he began chaffing Pierre about the need to be very careful with his fifty-year-old Moscow cousins, and in the midst of these jesting remarks he rose, taking Pierre by the arm, and drew him aside.
"I... but no, I will talk to you later on," and with a strange light in his eyes and restlessness in his movements, Prince Andrew approached Natasha and sat down beside her.
Pierre saw how Prince Andrew asked her something and how she flushed as she replied.
Everyone in the house realized for whose sake Prince Andrew came, and without concealing it he tried to be with Natasha all day.
The countess looked with sad and sternly serious eyes at Prince Andrew when he talked to Natasha and timidly started some artificial conversation about trifles as soon as he looked her way.
Prince Andrew surprised her by his timidity.
In the evening, when Prince Andrew had left, the countess went up to Natasha and whispered: "Well, what?"
It seemed to Natasha that even at the time she first saw Prince Andrew at Otradnoe she had fallen in love with him.
Read them... said her mother, thoughtfully, referring to some verses Prince Andrew had written in Natasha's album.
At that very time Prince Andrew was sitting with Pierre and telling him of his love for Natasha and his firm resolve to make her his wife.
At the same time the feeling he had noticed between his protegee Natasha and Prince Andrew accentuated his gloom by the contrast between his own position and his friend's.
He tried equally to avoid thinking about his wife, and about Natasha and Prince Andrew; and again everything seemed to him insignificant in comparison with eternity; again the question: for what? presented itself; and he forced himself to work day and night at masonic labors, hoping to drive away the evil spirit that threatened him.
Prince Andrew, with a beaming, ecstatic expression of renewed life on his face, paused in front of Pierre and, not noticing his sad look, smiled at him with the egotism of joy.
"Don't talk rubbish..." said Prince Andrew, smiling and looking into Pierre's eyes.
"But do listen," returned Prince Andrew, holding him by the arm.
Prince Andrew seemed, and really was, quite a different, quite a new man.
Prince Andrew needed his father's consent to his marriage, and to obtain this he started for the country next day.
Three weeks after the last evening he had spent with the Rostovs, Prince Andrew returned to Petersburg.
Pierre did not come either and Natasha, not knowing that Prince Andrew had gone to see his father, could not explain his absence to herself.
Before the countess could answer, Prince Andrew entered the room with an agitated and serious face.
"It is long since we had the pleasure..." began the countess, but Prince Andrew interrupted her by answering her intended question, obviously in haste to say what he had to.
Natasha glanced with frightened imploring eyes at Prince Andrew and at her mother and went out.
"It is unavoidable," said Prince Andrew with a sigh.
Prince Andrew came up to her with downcast eyes.
Prince Andrew held her hands, looked into her eyes, and did not find in his heart his former love for her.
"Did your mother tell you that it cannot be for a year?" asked Prince Andrew, still looking into her eyes.
"Hard as this year which delays my happiness will be," continued Prince Andrew, "it will give you time to be sure of yourself.
Prince Andrew began to explain to her the reasons for this delay.
Prince Andrew did not reply, but his face expressed the impossibility of altering that decision.
From that day Prince Andrew began to frequent the Rostovs' as Natasha's affianced lover.
Naturally neither Natasha nor her parents wished to hear of this, but Prince Andrew was firm.
At first the family felt some constraint in intercourse with Prince Andrew; he seemed a man from another world, and for a long time Natasha trained the family to get used to him, proudly assuring them all that he only appeared to be different, but was really just like all of them, and that she was not afraid of him and no one else ought to be.
Prince Andrew was afraid and ashamed to speak of it.
Prince Andrew blushed, as he often did now--Natasha particularly liked it in him--and said that his son would not live with them.
Sometimes the old count would come up, kiss Prince Andrew, and ask his advice about Petya's education or Nicholas' service.
When Prince Andrew spoke (he could tell a story very well), Natasha listened to him with pride; when she spoke she noticed with fear and joy that he gazed attentively and scrutinizingly at her.
He was talking to the countess, and Natasha sat down beside a little chess table with Sonya, thereby inviting Prince Andrew to come too.
"Whatever trouble may come," Prince Andrew continued, "I beg you, Mademoiselle Sophie, whatever may happen, to turn to him alone for advice and help!
Prince Andrew wants a son and not an old maid, he would say.
Soon after Prince Andrew had gone, Princess Mary wrote to her friend Julie Karagina in Petersburg, whom she had dreamed (as all girls dream) of marrying to her brother, and who was at that time in mourning for her own brother, killed in Turkey.
As it is, not only has she left us, and particularly Prince Andrew, with the purest regrets and memories, but probably she will there receive a place I dare not hope for myself.
In the middle of the summer Princess Mary received an unexpected letter from Prince Andrew in Switzerland in which he gave her strange and surprising news.
She wrote to Prince Andrew about the reception of his letter, but comforted him with hopes of reconciling their father to the idea.
Prince Andrew had loved his wife, she died, but that was not enough: he wanted to bind his happiness to another woman.
She told him about her romance with Prince Andrew and of his visit to Otradnoe and showed him his last letter.
The servants stood round the table--but Prince Andrew was not there and life was going on as before.
She sat a long time looking at the receding line of candles reflected in the glasses and expecting (from tales she had heard) to see a coffin, or him, Prince Andrew, in that last dim, indistinctly outlined square.
The countess, with a coldness her son had never seen in her before, replied that he was of age, that Prince Andrew was marrying without his father's consent, and he could do the same, but that she would never receive that intriguer as her daughter.
I am also expecting Andrew any day.
Of course Prince Andrew is not a child and can shift without him, but it's not nice to enter a family against a father's will.
Natasha remained silent, from shyness Marya Dmitrievna supposed, but really because she disliked anyone interfering in what touched her love of Prince Andrew, which seemed to her so apart from all human affairs that no one could understand it.
She loved and knew Prince Andrew, he loved her only, and was to come one of these days and take her.
Only after she had reached home was Natasha able clearly to think over what had happened to her, and suddenly remembering Prince Andrew she was horrified, and at tea to which all had sat down after the opera, she gave a loud exclamation, flushed, and ran out of the room.
So it is plain that nothing has happened and there is nothing to repent of, and Andrew can love me still.
She was expecting Prince Andrew any moment and twice that day sent a manservant to the Vozdvizhenka to ascertain whether he had come.
She loved Prince Andrew--she remembered distinctly how deeply she loved him.
She recalled her love for Prince Andrew in all its former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kuragin.
Only," she thought, "to tell Prince Andrew what has happened or to hide it from him are both equally impossible.
"Well, then, are you refusing Prince Andrew?" said Sonya.
You know Prince Andrew gave you complete freedom--if it is really so; but I don't believe it!
When he returned to Moscow Pierre was handed a letter from Marya Dmitrievna asking him to come and see her on a matter of great importance relating to Andrew Bolkonski and his betrothed.
"If only Prince Andrew would hurry up and come and marry her!" thought he on his way to the house.
But still he pitied Prince Andrew to the point of tears and sympathized with his wounded pride, and the more he pitied his friend the more did he think with contempt and even with disgust of that Natasha who had just passed him in the ballroom with such a look of cold dignity.
Pierre--only now realizing the danger to the old count, Nicholas, and Prince Andrew-- promised to do as she wished.
Some days after Anatole's departure Pierre received a note from Prince Andrew, informing him of his arrival and asking him to come to see him.
As soon as he reached Moscow, Prince Andrew had received from his father Natasha's note to Princess Mary breaking off her engagement (Mademoiselle Bourienne had purloined it from Princess Mary and given it to the old prince), and he heard from him the story of Natasha's elopement, with additions.
Prince Andrew had arrived in the evening and Pierre came to see him next morning.
She sighed, looking toward the door of the room where Prince Andrew was, evidently intending to express her sympathy with his sorrow, but Pierre saw by her face that she was glad both at what had happened and at the way her brother had taken the news of Natasha's faithlessness.
Prince Andrew went to one and took out a small casket, from which he drew a packet wrapped in paper.
Pierre saw that Prince Andrew was going to speak of Natasha, and his broad face expressed pity and sympathy.
This expression irritated Prince Andrew, and in a determined, ringing, and unpleasant tone he continued:
"Both true and untrue," Pierre began; but Prince Andrew interrupted him.
"I much regret her illness," said Prince Andrew; and he smiled like his father, coldly, maliciously, and unpleasantly.
"So Monsieur Kuragin has not honored Countess Rostova with his hand?" said Prince Andrew, and he snorted several times.
Prince Andrew laughed disagreeably, again reminding one of his father.
Prince Andrew, as if trying to remember whether he had something more to say, or waiting to see if Pierre would say anything, looked fixedly at him.
"Yes," returned Prince Andrew hastily.
Prince Andrew interrupted him and cried sharply: Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on?...
Prince Andrew talked incessantly, arguing now with his father, now with the Swiss tutor Dessalles, and showing an unnatural animation, the cause of which Pierre so well understood.
Natasha was in bed, the count at the club, and Pierre, after giving the letters to Sonya, went to Marya Dmitrievna who was interested to know how Prince Andrew had taken the news.
After his interview with Pierre in Moscow, Prince Andrew went to Petersburg, on business as he told his family, but really to meet Anatole Kuragin whom he felt it necessary to encounter.
Pierre had warned his brother-in-law that Prince Andrew was on his track.
So Prince Andrew, having received an appointment on the headquarters staff, left for Turkey.
Prince Andrew did not think it proper to write and challenge Kuragin.
But he again failed to meet Kuragin in Turkey, for soon after Prince Andrew arrived, the latter returned to Russia.
In a new country, amid new conditions, Prince Andrew found life easier to bear.
Before joining the Western Army which was then, in May, encamped at Drissa, Prince Andrew visited Bald Hills which was directly on his way, being only two miles off the Smolensk highroad.
She had merely become more self-confident, Prince Andrew thought.
But though externally all remained as of old, the inner relations of all these people had changed since Prince Andrew had seen them last.
During his stay at Bald Hills all the family dined together, but they were ill at ease and Prince Andrew felt that he was a visitor for whose sake an exception was being made and that his presence made them all feel awkward.
In the evening, when Prince Andrew went to him and, trying to rouse him, began to tell him of the young Count Kamensky's campaign, the old prince began unexpectedly to talk about Princess Mary, blaming her for her superstitions and her dislike of Mademoiselle Bourienne, who, he said, was the only person really attached to him.
Why does Prince Andrew, who sees this, say nothing to me about his sister?
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
Prince Andrew wished to leave at once, but Princess Mary persuaded him to stay another day.
Next day, before leaving, Prince Andrew went to his son's rooms.
The boy, curly- headed like his mother and glowing with health, sat on his knee, and Prince Andrew began telling him the story of Bluebeard, but fell into a reverie without finishing the story.
Prince Andrew, without replying, put him down from his knee and went out of the room.
"So you've decided to go, Andrew?" asked his sister.
Prince Andrew turned away and began pacing the room.
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
Prince Andrew reached the general headquarters of the army at the end of June.
Anatole Kuragin, whom Prince Andrew had hoped to find with the army, was not there.
He had gone to Petersburg, but Prince Andrew was glad to hear this.
To clear up this last point for himself, Prince Andrew, utilizing his position and acquaintances, tried to fathom the character of the control of the army and of the men and parties engaged in it, and he deduced for himself the following of the state of affairs.
Among the opinions and voices in this immense, restless, brilliant, and proud sphere, Prince Andrew noticed the following sharply defined subdivisions of tendencies and parties:
From among all these parties, just at the time Prince Andrew reached the army, another, a ninth party, was being formed and was beginning to raise its voice.
Just at the time Prince Andrew was living unoccupied at Drissa, Shishkov, the Secretary of State and one of the chief representatives of this party, wrote a letter to the Emperor which Arakcheev and Balashev agreed to sign.
Prince Andrew had an opportunity of getting a good look at him, for Pfuel arrived soon after himself and, in passing through to the drawing room, stopped a minute to speak to Chernyshev.
At first sight, Pfuel, in his ill-made uniform of a Russian general, which fitted him badly like a fancy costume, seemed familiar to Prince Andrew, though he saw him now for the first time.
There was about him something of Weyrother, Mack, and Schmidt, and many other German theorist-generals whom Prince Andrew had seen in 1805, but he was more typical than any of them.
Prince Andrew did not catch what he said and would have passed on, but Chernyshev introduced him to Pfuel, remarking that Prince Andrew was just back from Turkey where the war had terminated so fortunately.
From this short interview with Pfuel, Prince Andrew, thanks to his Austerlitz experiences, was able to form a clear conception of the man.
He said a few words to Prince Andrew and Chernyshev about the present war, with the air of a man who knows beforehand that all will go wrong, and who is not displeased that it should be so.
Chernyshev and Prince Andrew went out into the porch, where the Emperor, who looked fatigued, was dismounting.
Prince Andrew, taking advantage of the Emperor's permission, accompanied Paulucci, whom he had known in Turkey, into the drawing room where the council was assembled.
Prince Andrew listened and observed in silence.
Of all these men Prince Andrew sympathized most with Pfuel, angry, determined, and absurdly self-confident as he was.
Prince Andrew, listening to this polyglot talk and to these surmises, plans, refutations, and shouts, felt nothing but amazement at what they were saying.
So thought Prince Andrew as he listened to the talking, and he roused himself only when Paulucci called him and everyone was leaving.
At the review next day the Emperor asked Prince Andrew where he would like to serve, and Prince Andrew lost his standing in court circles forever by not asking to remain attached to the sovereign's person, but for permission to serve in the army.
Before the beginning of the campaign, Rostov had received a letter from his parents in which they told him briefly of Natasha's illness and the breaking off of her engagement to Prince Andrew (which they explained by Natasha's having rejected him) and again asked Nicholas to retire from the army and return home.
"Andrew Sevastyanych!" said Rostov.
When they prayed for all traveling by land and sea, she remembered Prince Andrew, prayed for him, and asked God to forgive her all the wrongs she had done him.
Only at prayer did she feel able to think clearly and calmly of Prince Andrew and Anatole, as men for whom her feelings were as nothing compared with her awe and devotion to God.
You plotted against me, you lied to Prince Andrew about my relations with that Frenchwoman and made me quarrel with him, but you see I need neither her nor you!
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
In this letter Prince Andrew pointed out to his father the danger of staying at Bald Hills, so near the theater of war and on the army's direct line of march, and advised him to move to Moscow.
"There was a letter from Prince Andrew today," he said to Princess Mary- -"Haven't you read it?"
Prince Andrew is in a position to know...
Prince Andrew in his riding cloak, mounted on a black horse, was looking at Alpatych from the back of the crowd.
Prince Andrew without replying took out a notebook and raising his knee began writing in pencil on a page he tore out.
Prince Andrew looked at him and without replying went on speaking to Alpatych.
"Prince," said Berg, recognizing Prince Andrew, "I only spoke because I have to obey orders, because I always do obey exactly....
"Well then," continued Prince Andrew to Alpatych, "report to them as I have told you"; and not replying a word to Berg who was now mute beside him, he touched his horse and rode down the side street.
On the tenth of August the regiment Prince Andrew commanded was marching along the highroad past the avenue leading to Bald Hills.
Prince Andrew was in command of a regiment, and the management of that regiment, the welfare of the men and the necessity of receiving and giving orders, engrossed him.
But despite this, thanks to his regiment, Prince Andrew had something to think about entirely apart from general questions.
Riding past the pond where there used always to be dozens of women chattering as they rinsed their linen or beat it with wooden beetles, Prince Andrew noticed that there was not a soul about and that the little washing wharf, torn from its place and half submerged, was floating on its side in the middle of the pond.
Prince Andrew rode up to the hothouse; some of the glass panes were broken, and of the trees in tubs some were overturned and others dried up.
An old peasant whom Prince Andrew in his childhood had often seen at the gate was sitting on a green garden seat, plaiting a bast shoe.
He was deaf and did not hear Prince Andrew ride up.
Prince Andrew rode up to the house.
A little serf boy, seeing Prince Andrew, ran into the house.
Without waiting to hear him out, Prince Andrew asked:
Alpatych turned his face to Prince Andrew, looked at him, and suddenly with a solemn gesture raised his arm.
"Well, good-by!" said Prince Andrew, bending over to Alpatych.
Prince Andrew was somewhat refreshed by having ridden off the dusty highroad along which the troops were moving.
As he crossed the dam Prince Andrew smelled the ooze and freshness of the pond.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
"It's dirty," replied Prince Andrew, making a grimace.
Princess Mary was not in Moscow and out of danger as Prince Andrew supposed.
For three weeks the old prince lay stricken by paralysis in the new house Prince Andrew had built at Bogucharovo, ever in the same state, getting neither better nor worse.
"Call Andrew!" he said suddenly, and a childish, timid expression of doubt showed itself on his face as he spoke.
She thought he was speaking of Russia, or Prince Andrew, of herself, of his grandson, or of his own death, and so she could not guess his words.
She ran out sobbing into the garden and as far as the pond, along the avenues of young lime trees Prince Andrew had planted.
His excellency Prince Andrew himself gave me orders to move all the people away and not leave them with the enemy, and there is an order from the Tsar about it too.
If Prince Andrew heard that I was in the power of the French!
Prince Andrew arrived at Tsarevo-Zaymishche on the very day and at the very hour that Kutuzov was reviewing the troops for the first time.
Two orderlies, a courier and a major-domo, stood near by, some ten paces from Prince Andrew, availing themselves of Kutuzov's absence and of the fine weather.
Prince Andrew replied that he was not on his Serene Highness' staff but was himself a new arrival.
"I had the pleasure," replied Prince Andrew, "not only of taking part in the retreat but of losing in that retreat all I held dear--not to mention the estate and home of my birth--my father, who died of grief.
Prince Andrew knew Denisov from what Natasha had told him of her first suitor.
Well, good-by, General, he added, and rode into the yard past Prince Andrew and Denisov.
Since Prince Andrew had last seen him Kutuzov had grown still more corpulent, flaccid, and fat.
He pulled himself together, looked round, screwing up his eyes, glanced at Prince Andrew, and, evidently not recognizing him, moved with his waddling gait to the porch.
"I received news of his death, yesterday," replied Prince Andrew abruptly.
He embraced Prince Andrew, pressing him to his fat breast, and for some time did not let him go.
When he released him Prince Andrew saw that Kutuzov's flabby lips were trembling and that tears were in his eyes.
"Don't go away," he added, turning to Prince Andrew, who remained in the porch and listened to the general's report.
While this was being given, Prince Andrew heard the whisper of a woman's voice and the rustle of a silk dress behind the door.
Kutuzov's adjutant whispered to Prince Andrew that this was the wife of the priest whose home it was, and that she intended to offer his Serene Highness bread and salt.
The adjutant came out to the porch and asked Prince Andrew to lunch with him.
Half an hour later Prince Andrew was again called to Kutuzov.
He had in his hand a French book which he closed as Prince Andrew entered, marking the place with a knife.
Prince Andrew told Kutuzov all he knew of his father's death, and what he had seen at Bald Hills when he passed through it.
Taking his hand and drawing him downwards, Kutuzov offered his cheek to be kissed, and again Prince Andrew noticed tears in the old man's eyes.
"I'll tell you what to do," he continued, as Prince Andrew still did not reply: "I will tell you what to do, and what I do.
And above all," thought Prince Andrew, "one believes in him because he's Russian, despite the novel by Genlis and the French proverbs, and because his voice shook when he said: 'What they have brought us to!' and had a sob in it when he said he would 'make them eat horseflesh!'"
Then, evidently remembering what he wanted, he beckoned to Andrew Kaysarov, his adjutant's brother.
Narrow and burdensome and useless to anyone as his life now seemed to him, Prince Andrew on the eve of battle felt agitated and irritable as he had done seven years before at Austerlitz.
Prince Andrew looked out of the shed and saw Pierre, who had tripped over a pole on the ground and had nearly fallen, coming his way.
It was unpleasant to Prince Andrew to meet people of his own set in general, and Pierre especially, for he reminded him of all the painful moments of his last visit to Moscow.
How would they stop it? said Prince Andrew sarcastically.
The officers were about to take leave, but Prince Andrew, apparently reluctant to be left alone with his friend, asked them to stay and have tea.
Prince Andrew remained silent, and his expression was so forbidding that Pierre addressed his remarks chiefly to the good-natured battalion commander.
Prince Andrew interrupted him.
"Ask them," replied Prince Andrew, indicating the officers.
"Why, so as not to lay waste the country we were abandoning to the enemy," said Prince Andrew with venomous irony.
"I don't understand what is meant by 'a skillful commander,'" replied Prince Andrew ironically.
"But that's impossible," said Prince Andrew as if it were a matter settled long ago.
Prince Andrew glanced at Timokhin, who looked at his commander in alarm and bewilderment.
Prince Andrew went out of the shed with them, giving final orders to the adjutant.
After they had gone Pierre approached Prince Andrew and was about to start a conversation when they heard the clatter of three horses' hoofs on the road not far from the shed, and looking in that direction Prince Andrew recognized Wolzogen and Clausewitz accompanied by a Cossack.
They rode close by continuing to converse, and Prince Andrew involuntarily heard these words:
"Extend widely!" said Prince Andrew with an angry snort, when they had ridden past.
"Yes, yes," answered Prince Andrew absently.
How does God above look at them and hear them? exclaimed Prince Andrew in a shrill, piercing voice.
Go back to Gorki! said Prince Andrew suddenly.
Pierre replied, looking at Prince Andrew with frightened, compassionate eyes.
On re-entering the shed Prince Andrew lay down on a rug, but he could not sleep.
Prince Andrew smiled now the same happy smile as then when he had looked into her eyes.
Prince Andrew jumped up as if someone had burned him, and again began pacing up and down in front of the shed.
On returning to Gorki after having seen Prince Andrew, Pierre ordered his groom to get the horses ready and to call him early in the morning, and then immediately fell asleep behind a partition in a corner Boris had given up to him.
Adjutant General Wolzogen, the man who when riding past Prince Andrew had said, "the war should be extended widely," and whom Bagration so detested, rode up while Kutuzov was at dinner.
Prince Andrew, pale and gloomy like everyone in the regiment, paced up and down from the border of one patch to another, at the edge of the meadow beside an oatfield, with head bowed and arms behind his back.
"Look out!" came a frightened cry from a soldier and, like a bird whirring in rapid flight and alighting on the ground, a shell dropped with little noise within two steps of Prince Andrew and close to the battalion commander's horse.
At one and the same moment came the sound of an explosion, a whistle of splinters as from a breaking window frame, a suffocating smell of powder, and Prince Andrew started to one side, raising his arm, and fell on his chest.
Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass, breathing heavily and noisily.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and looked up at the speaker from the stretcher into which his head had sunk deep and again his eyelids drooped.
The militiamen carried Prince Andrew to the dressing station by the wood, where wagons were stationed.
Prince Andrew opened his eyes and for a long time could not make out what was going on around him.
Like all the others near the speaker, Prince Andrew looked at him with shining eyes and experienced a sense of comfort.
"All right, immediately," he replied to a dresser who pointed Prince Andrew out to him, and he told them to carry him into the tent.
Prince Andrew could not make out distinctly what was in that tent.
When he had finished with the Tartar, whom they covered with an overcoat, the spectacled doctor came up to Prince Andrew, wiping his hands.
Then he made a sign to someone, and the torturing pain in his abdomen caused Prince Andrew to lose consciousness.
As soon as Prince Andrew opened his eyes, the doctor bent over, kissed him silently on the lips, and hurried away.
The doctors were busily engaged with the wounded man the shape of whose head seemed familiar to Prince Andrew: they were lifting him up and trying to quiet him.
Hearing those moans Prince Andrew wanted to weep.
Why is he here? said Prince Andrew to himself.
Yes, that man is somehow closely and painfully connected with me, thought Prince Andrew, not yet clearly grasping what he saw before him.
Prince Andrew could no longer restrain himself and wept tender loving tears for his fellow men, for himself, and for his own and their errors.
They, the soldiers at the battery, Prince Andrew killed... that old man...
This wounded man was Prince Andrew Bolkonski.
The caleche in which Prince Andrew was being taken attracted Sonya's attention as it passed the front porch.
"Mamma," said Sonya, "Prince Andrew is here, mortally wounded.
Natasha knew it was not Prince Andrew who was moaning.
She knew Prince Andrew was in the same yard as themselves and in a part of the hut across the passage; but this dreadful incessant moaning made her sob.
She passed the valet, the snuff fell from the candle wick, and she saw Prince Andrew clearly with his arms outside the quilt, and such as she had always seen him.
Seven days had passed since Prince Andrew found himself in the ambulance station on the field of Borodino.
They gave Prince Andrew some tea.
Prince Andrew again pondered as if trying to remember something.
Prince Andrew answered all his questions reluctantly but reasonably, and then said he wanted a bolster placed under him as he was uncomfortable and in great pain.
The first time Prince Andrew understood where he was and what was the matter with him and remembered being wounded and how was when he asked to be carried into the hut after his caleche had stopped at Mytishchi.
And suddenly the sequence of these thoughts broke off, and Prince Andrew heard (without knowing whether it was a delusion or reality) a soft whispering voice incessantly and rhythmically repeating "piti-piti- piti," and then "titi," and then again "piti-piti-piti," and "ti-ti" once more.
Prince Andrew painfully entreated someone.
"Oh, how oppressive this continual delirium is," thought Prince Andrew, trying to drive that face from his imagination.
Prince Andrew wished to return to that former world of pure thought, but he could not, and delirium drew him back into its domain.
Prince Andrew collected all his strength in an effort to recover his senses, he moved a little, and suddenly there was a ringing in his ears, a dimness in his eyes, and like a man plunged into water he lost consciousness.
Prince Andrew sighed with relief, smiled, and held out his hand.
"I love you more, better than before," said Prince Andrew, lifting her face with his hand so as to look into her eyes.
But Prince Andrew did not see that, he saw her shining eyes which were beautiful.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
On reaching Moscow after her meeting with Rostov, Princess Mary had found her nephew there with his tutor, and a letter from Prince Andrew giving her instructions how to get to her Aunt Malvintseva at Voronezh.
In men Rostov could not bear to see the expression of a higher spiritual life (that was why he did not like Prince Andrew) and he referred to it contemptuously as philosophy and dreaminess, but in Princess Mary that very sorrow which revealed the depth of a whole spiritual world foreign to him was an irresistible attraction.
In this letter the countess also mentioned that Prince Andrew was among the wounded traveling with them; his state was very critical, but the doctor said there was now more hope.
She knew that Natasha loved no one but Prince Andrew and had never ceased to love him.
Sonya was there too, tormented by curiosity as to what Prince Andrew and Natasha were talking about.
Prince Andrew was lying raised high on three pillows.
"Yes, yes!" cried Natasha opening her eyes wide, and vaguely recalling that Sonya had told her something about Prince Andrew whom she had seen lying down.
A few minutes later Prince Andrew rang and Natasha went to him, but Sonya, feeling unusually excited and touched, remained at the window thinking about the strangeness of what had occurred.
That she had not heard from Prince Andrew himself, Princess Mary attributed to his being too weak to write or to his considering the long journey too hard and too dangerous for her and his son.
He, the sensitive, tender Prince Andrew, how could he say that, before her whom he loved and who loved him?
Prince Andrew did not notice that she called his sister Mary, and only after calling her so in his presence did Natasha notice it herself.
Prince Andrew suddenly said, evidently wishing to speak pleasantly to them.
Andrew, would you like...
Prince Andrew kissed him and evidently did not know what to say to him.
When Princess Mary had left Prince Andrew she fully understood what Natasha's face had told her.
Not only did Prince Andrew know he would die, but he felt that he was dying and was already half dead.
She had learned to knit stockings since Prince Andrew had casually mentioned that no one nursed the sick so well as old nurses who knit stockings, and that there is something soothing in the knitting of stockings.
Prince Andrew dimly realized that all this was trivial and that he had more important cares, but he continued to speak, surprising them by empty witticisms.
It entered, and it was death, and Prince Andrew died.
But at the instant he died, Prince Andrew remembered that he was asleep, and at the very instant he died, having made an effort, he awoke.
From that day an awakening from life came to Prince Andrew together with his awakening from sleep.
He now often remembered his conversation with Prince Andrew and quite agreed with him, though he understood Prince Andrew's thoughts somewhat differently.
That same day he had learned that Prince Andrew, after surviving the battle of Borodino for more than a month had recently died in the Rostovs' house at Yaroslavl, and Denisov who told him this news also mentioned Helene's death, supposing that Pierre had heard of it long before.
The death, sufferings, and last days of Prince Andrew had often occupied Pierre's thoughts and now recurred to him with fresh vividness.
As he listened he did not think of Prince Andrew, nor of death, nor of what she was telling.
"I understand why he" (Prince Andrew) "liked no one so much as him," said Princess Mary.
He was thinking of Prince Andrew, of Natasha, and of their love, at one moment jealous of her past, then reproaching himself for that feeling.
The events of the previous year: the burning of Moscow and the flight from it, the death of Prince Andrew, Natasha's despair, Petya's death, and the old countess' grief fell blow after blow on the old count's head.
Little Andrew, her eldest boy, imitating his mother, followed her on tiptoe.
Andrew may wake him.
Countess Mary looked round, saw little Andrew following her, felt that Sonya was right, and for that very reason flushed and with evident difficulty refrained from saying something harsh.
She made no reply, but to avoid obeying Sonya beckoned to Andrew to follow her quietly and went to the door.
And at that moment little Andrew shouted from outside the door: Papa!
That happened only when, as was the case that day, her husband returned home, or a sick child was convalescent, or when she and Countess Mary spoke of Prince Andrew (she never mentioned him to her husband, who she imagined was jealous of Prince Andrew's memory), or on the rare occasions when something happened to induce her to sing, a practice she had quite abandoned since her marriage.
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.
(Though there were two good portraits of Prince Andrew in the house, Nicholas never imagined him in human form.)
A market on Wednesday and a fortnightly fair on the same day from the Feast of St Mark to that of St Andrew are claimed under a charter of Charles II.
At any rate it was he who accepted the invitation of Andrew of Hungary that the Order should aid him with its resources against the Comans by whom he was threatened.
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Unitarian tendencies away from the Calvinism of the old Congregational churches were plainly evident about 1750, and it is said by Andrew P. Peabody (1811-1893) that by 1780 nearly all the Congregational pulpits around Boston were filled by Unitarians.
In 1862 Admiral Andrew H.
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Civil in place of military government was instituted; immigration began; and Andrew Turnbull, an Englishman, brought over a band of about 1500 Minorcans (1769), whom he engaged in the cultivation of indigo at New Smyrna.
In retaliation General Andrew Jackson captured the place, but in a few days withdrew to New Orleans.
In 1865 a provisional governor was appointed by President Andrew Johnson, and a new state government was organized.
The cruciform church of St Andrew has Norman and later portions; it is the burial-place of Henry Hallam the historian, and members of his family, including his sons Arthur and Henry.
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Andrew Innes, the last survivor, died in 1848.
The church of St Andrew is principally late Norman.
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