战争与和平(上)-第126节

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in　life；　just　as　a　month　before　he　could　not　have　understood　how　the　idea　of　leaving　the　country　could　ever　occur　to　him。　It　seemed　clear　to　him　that　all　his　experience　of　life　would　be　wasted　and　come　to　naught；　if　he　did　not　apply　it　in　practice　and　take　an　active　part　in　life　again。　He　could　not　understand　indeed　how　on　a　basis　of　such　poor　arguments　it　could　have　seemed　so　incontestable　to　him　that　he　would　be　lowering　himself；　if　after　the　lessons　he　had　received　from　life；　he　were　to　put　faith　again　in　the　possibility　of　being　useful　and　in　the　possibility　of　happiness　and　of　love。　Reason　now　gave　its　whole　support　to　the　other　side。　After　his　journey　to　Ryazan；　Prince　Andrey　began　to　weary　of　life　in　the　country；　his　former　pursuits　ceased　to　interest　him；　and　often　sitting　alone　in　his　study；　he　got　up；　went　to　the　looking…glass　and　gazed　a　long　while　at　his　own　face。　Then　he　turned　away　to　the　portrait　of　Liza；　who；　with　her　curls　tied　up　à　la　grecque；　looked　gaily　and　tenderly　out　of　the　gold　frame　at　him。　She　did　not　say　those　terrible　words　to　him；　she　looked　curiously　and　merrily　at　him。　And；　clasping　his　hands　behind　him；　Prince　Andrey　would　walk　a　long　while　up　and　down　his　room；　frowning　and　smiling　by　turns；　as　he　brooded　over　those　irrational　ideas；　that　could　not　be　put　into　words；　and　were　secret　as　a　crime—the　ideas　connected　with　Pierre；　with　glory；　with　the　girl　at　the　window；　with　the　oak；　with　woman’s　beauty；　and　love；　which　had　changed　the　whole　current　of　his　life。　And　if　any　one　came　into　his　room　at　such　moments；　he　would　be　particularly　short；　severely　decided　and　disagreeably　logical。
“Mon　cher；”　Princess　Marya　would　say　coming　in　at　such　a　moment；　“Nikolushka　cannot　go　out　for　a　walk　to…day；　it　is　very　cold。”
“If　it　were　hot；”　Prince　Andrey　would　answer　his　sister　with　peculiar　dryness　on　such　occasions；　“then　he　would　go　out　with　only　his　smock　on；　but　as　it　is　cold；　you　must　put　on　him　warm　clothes　that　have　been　designed　for　that　object。　That’s　what　follows　from　its　being　cold；　and　not　staying　at　home　when　the　child　needs　fresh　air；”　he　would　say；　with　an　exaggerated　logicality；　as　it　were　punishing　some　one　for　that　secret；　illogical　element　working　within　him。
On　such　occasions　Princess　Marya　thought　what　a　chilling　effect　so　much　intellectual　work　had　upon　men。


Chapter　4
PRINCE　ANDREY　arrived　in　Petersburg　in　the　August　of　1809。　It　was　the　period　when　the　young　Speransky　was　at　the　zenith　of　his　fame　and　his　reforms　were　being　carried　out　with　the　utmost　vigour。　In　that　very　month　the　Tsar　was　thrown　out　of　his　carriage；　hurt　his　foot；　and　was　laid　up　for　three　weeks　at　Peterhof；　seeing　Speransky　every　day　and　no　one　else。　At　that　period　there　were　in　preparation　the　two　famous　decrees　that　so　convulsed　society；　abolishing　the　bestowal　of　grades　by　court　favour　and　establishing　examinations　for　obtaining　the　ranks　of　collegiate　assessors　and　state　councillors。　But　besides　these　reforms；　a　whole　political　constitution　was　under　discussion　destined　to　transform　the　whole　legal；　administrative　and　financial　system　of　government　from　the　Privy　Council　to　the　district　tribunals。　At　this　time　the　vague；　liberal　ideals　with　which　the　Emperor　Alexander　had　ascended　the　throne　were　taking　shape　and　being　carried　into　practice。　Those　ideals　he　had　striven　to　realise　with　the　aid　of　Tchartorizhsky；　Novosiltsov；　Kotchubey；　and　Stroganov；　whom　he　used　himself　to　call　in　fun　his　“comité　du　salut　publique。”　Now　all　were　replaced　by　Speransky　on　the　civil　side　and　Araktcheev　on　the　military。
Soon　after　his　arrival；　Prince　Andrey；　as　a　kammerherr；　presented　himself　at　court　and　at　a　levée。　The　Tsar；　meeting　him　on　two　occasions；　did　not　deign　to　bestow　a　single　word　upon　him。　Prince　Andrey　had　fancied　even　before　then　that　he　was　antipathetic　to　the　Tsar；　that　the　Tsar　disliked　his　face　and　his　whole　personality。　In　the　cold；　repellent　glance　with　which　the　Tsar　looked　at　him；　Prince　Andrey　found　further　confirmation　of　this　supposition。　Courtiers　explained　the　Tsar’s　slight　to　Prince　Andrey　by　saying　that　his　majesty　was　displeased　at　Bolkonsky’s　having　retired　from　active　service　since　1805。
“I　know　myself　that　one　has　no　control　over　one’s　likes　and　dislikes；”　thought　Prince　Andrey；　“and　so　it　is　of　no　use　to　think　of　presenting　my　note　on　army　reform　in　person　to　the　Tsar；　but　the　thing　will　speak　for　itself。”　He　sent　word　about　his　note　to　an　old　field…marshal；　a　friend　of　his　father’s。　The　field…marshal　fixed　an　hour　to　see　him；　received　him　cordially；　and　promised　to　lay　it　before　the　Tsar。　A　few　days　later；　Prince　Andrey　received　notice　that　he　was　to　call　upon　the　minister　of　war；　Count　Araktcheev。
At　nine　o’clock　in　the　morning　on　the　day　appointed；　Prince　Andrey　entered　Count　Araktcheev’s　reception…room。
Prince　Andrey　did　not　know　Araktcheev　personally　and　had　never　seen　him；　but　all　that　he　knew　about　him　had　inspired　him　with　little　respect　for　the　man。
“He　is　the　minister　of　war；　a　person　the　Tsar　trusts；　and　no　one　need　have　any　concern　with　his　personal　qualities；　he　has　been　commissioned　to　look　at　my　note；　consequently　he　is　the　only　person　who　can　get　it　adopted；”　thought　Prince　Andrey；　as　he　waited　among　many　persons　of　importance　and　unimportance　in　Count　Araktcheev’s　anteroom。
During　the　years　of　his　service—for　the　most　part　as　an　adjutant—Prince　Andrey　had　seen　the　anterooms　of　many　great　personages；　and　the　various　characteristic　types　of　such　anterooms　were　very　readily　recognised　by　him。　Count　Araktcheev’s　anteroom　had　quite　a　special　character。　The　faces　of　the　persons　of　no　consequence　who　were　awaiting　their　turns　for　an　audience　with　Count　Araktcheev　betrayed　a　feeling　of　humiliation　and　servility；　the　faces　of　those　of　superior　rank　all　wore　an　expression　of　general　discomfort；　concealed　under　a　mask　of　ease　and　ridicule；　of　themselves　and　their　position　and　the　person　they　were　waiting　to　see。　Some　of　them　walked　up　and　down　plunged　in　thought；　others　were　laughing　and　whispering　together；　and　Prince　Andrey　caught　the　nickname　Sila　Andreitch　（Sila　meaning　Force　or　Violence）；　and　the　words　“the　governor’ll　give　it　you；”　referring　to　Count　Araktcheev。　One　general　（a　person　of　great　consequence）；　unmistakably　chagrined　at　being　kept　waiting　so　long；　sat　with　crossed　legs；　disdainfully　smiling　to　himself。
But　as　soon　as　the　door　opened；　all　faces　instantly　betrayed　one　feeling　only—terror。
Prince　Andrey　asked　the　adjutant　on　duty　to　mention　his　name　again；　but　he　received　a　sarcastic　stare；　and　was　told　his　turn　would　come　in　due　course。　After　several　persons　had　been　let　in　and　let　out　of　the　minister’s　room　by　the　adjutant；　an　officer　was　admitted　at　the　dreadful　door；　whose　abject　and　panic…stricken　face　had　struck　Prince　Andrey。　The　officer’s　audience　lasted　a　long　while。　Suddenly　the　roar　of　a　harsh　voice　was　heard　through　the　door；　and　the　officer；　with　a　white　face　and　trembling　lips；　came　out；　and　clutching　at　his　head；　crossed　the　anteroom。　After　that；　Prince　Andrey　was　conducted　to　the　door；　and　the　adjutant　in　a　whisper　said：　“To　the　right；　at　the　window。”
Prince　Andrey　went　into　a　plain；　neat　study；　and　saw　at　the　table　a　man　of　forty　with　a　long　waist；　with　a　long；　closely…cropped　head；　deep　wrinkles；　scowling　brows　over　brown…green；　dull　eyes；　and　a　red；　over…hanging　nose。　Araktcheev　turned　his　head　towards　him；　without　looking　at　him。
“What　is　it　you　are　petitioning　for？”　asked　Araktcheev。
“There　is　nothing　that　I　am…petitioning　for；　your　excellency；”　Prince　Andrey　pronounced　softly。　Araktcheev’s　eyes　turned　to　him。
“Sit　down；”　said　Araktcheev。　“Prince　Bolkonsky？”
“I　have　no　petition　to　make；　but　his　majesty　the　Tsar　has　graciously　sent　to　your　excellency　a　note　submitted　by　me—”
“Be　so　good　as　to　see；　my　dear　sir；　I　have　read　your　note；”　Araktcheev　interrupted；　uttering　only　the　first　words　civilly；　again　looking　away　from　him；　and　relapsing　more　and　more　into　a　tone　of　grumbling　contempt。　“Is　it　new　army　regulations　you　propose？　There　are　regulations　in　plenty；　no　one　will　carry　out　the　old　ones。　Nowadays　every　one’s　drawing　up　regulations；　it’s　easier　writing　than　doing。”
“I　have　come　by　the　desire　of　his　majesty　the　Tsar　to　learn　from　your　excellency　how　you　propose　to　deal　with　my　project；”　said　Prince　Andrey　courteously。
“I　have　proposed　a　resolution　in　regard　to　your　note；　and　have　forwarded　it　to　the　committee。　I　do　not　approve；”　said　Araktcheev；　getting　up　and　taking　a　paper　out　of　the　writing…table。　“Here。”　He　gave　it　to　Prince　Andrey。　Right　across　the　note　had　been　scrawled；　without　punctuation　or　capital　letters　and　with　words　misspelt：　“Superficially　compiled　seeing　that　it’s　drawn　up　in　imitation　of　the　French　army　regulations　and　needlessly　departing　from　the　standing　orders。”
“To　what　committee　has　the　note　been　referred？”　asked　Prince　Andrey。
“To　the　Committee　on　Army　Regulations；　and　I　have　proposed　your　honour　being　enrolled　among　its　members。　Only　without　salary。”
Prince　Andrey　smiled。
“I　am　not　seeking　a　salary。”
“A　member　without　salary；”　repeated　Araktcheev。　“I　wish　you　good　day。　Hey！　call！　who’s　the　next？”　he　shouted；　as　he　bowed　to　Prince　Andr