You are on good terms with Michael Ilarionovich Kutuzov... recommend Boris to him as adjutant!
You don't know how Kutuzov is pestered since his appointment as Commander in Chief.
Certainly; but about Kutuzov, I don't promise.
A member of the Hofkriegsrath from Vienna had come to Kutuzov the day before with proposals and demands for him to join up with the army of the Archduke Ferdinand and Mack, and Kutuzov, not considering this junction advisable, meant, among other arguments in support of his view, to show the Austrian general the wretched state in which the troops arrived from Russia.
Beside Kutuzov sat an Austrian general, in a white uniform that looked strange among the Russian black ones.
Kutuzov and the Austrian general were talking in low voices and Kutuzov smiled slightly as treading heavily he stepped down from the carriage just as if those two thousand men breathlessly gazing at him and the regimental commander did not exist.
At first Kutuzov stood still while the regiment moved; then he and the general in white, accompanied by the suite, walked between the ranks.
Kutuzov walked through the ranks, sometimes stopping to say a few friendly words to officers he had known in the Turkish war, sometimes also to the soldiers.
Behind Kutuzov, at a distance that allowed every softly spoken word to be heard, followed some twenty men of his suite.
Kutuzov walked slowly and languidly past thousands of eyes which were starting from their sockets to watch their chief.
"We all have our weaknesses," said Kutuzov smiling and walking away from him.
The officer evidently had complete control of his face, and while Kutuzov was turning managed to make a grimace and then assume a most serious, deferential, and innocent expression.
The third company was the last, and Kutuzov pondered, apparently trying to recollect something.
Kutuzov asked with a slight frown.
And they said Kutuzov was blind of one eye?
Kutuzov and his suite were returning to the town.
But now that Kutuzov had spoken to the gentleman ranker, he addressed him with the cordiality of an old friend.
On returning from the review, Kutuzov took the Austrian general into his private room and, calling his adjutant, asked for some papers relating to the condition of the troops on their arrival, and the letters that had come from the Archduke Ferdinand, who was in command of the advanced army.
Kutuzov and the Austrian member of the Hofkriegsrath were sitting at the table on which a plan was spread out.
It was evident that Kutuzov himself listened with pleasure to his own voice.
And Kutuzov smiled in a way that seemed to say, You are quite at liberty not to believe me and I don't even care whether you do or not, but you have no grounds for telling me so.
Kutuzov bowed with the same smile.
But Kutuzov went on blandly smiling with the same expression, which seemed to say that he had a right to suppose so.
"Give me that letter," said Kutuzov turning to Prince Andrew.
"Please have a look at it"--and Kutuzov with an ironical smile about the corners of his mouth read to the Austrian general the following passage, in German, from the Archduke Ferdinand's letter:
Kutuzov sighed deeply on finishing this paragraph and looked at the member of the Hofkriegsrath mildly and attentively.
"Excuse me, General," interrupted Kutuzov, also turning to Prince Andrew.
From Vienna Kutuzov wrote to his old comrade, Prince Andrew's father.
"Commander in Chief Kutuzov?" said the newly arrived general speaking quickly with a harsh German accent, looking to both sides and advancing straight toward the inner door.
The door of the private room opened and Kutuzov appeared in the doorway.
Kutuzov fell back toward Vienna, destroying behind him the bridges over the rivers Inn (at Braunau) and Traun (near Linz).
One of the visitors, usually spoken of as "a man of great merit," having described how he had that day seen Kutuzov, the newly chosen chief of the Petersburg militia, presiding over the enrollment of recruits at the Treasury, cautiously ventured to suggest that Kutuzov would be the man to satisfy all requirements.
Now, is it suitable that Count Kutuzov, the oldest general in Russia, should preside at that tribunal?
But on the twenty- ninth of July Kutuzov received the title of Prince.
That same day Kutuzov was appointed commander-in- chief with full powers over the armies and over the whole region occupied by them.
Prince Kutuzov is field marshal!
It is said that the Emperor was reluctant to give Kutuzov those powers.
I know for a fact that Kutuzov made it an absolute condition that the Tsarevich should not be with the army.
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.
Kutuzov was impatiently urging on his horse, which ambled smoothly under his weight, and he raised his hand to his white Horse Guard's cap with a red band and no peak, nodding his head continually.
Since Prince Andrew had last seen him Kutuzov had grown still more corpulent, flaccid, and fat.
Kutuzov looked at him with eyes wide open with dismay and then took off his cap and crossed himself: