From the earthworks they turned still more to the left of the road that ran winding through a thick； low…growing； birch wood。 In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet popped out on the road before them； and was so frightened by the tramp of so many horses； that in its terror it hopped along the road just in front of them for a long while； rousing general laughter； and only when several voices shouted at it； dashed to one side and was lost in the thicket。 After a couple of versts of woodland； they came out on a clearing； where were the troops of Tutchkov’s corps； destined to protect the left flank。
At this point； at the extreme left flank； Bennigsen talked a great deal with much heat； and gave instructions； of great importance from a military point of view； as it seemed to Pierre。 Just in front of the spot where Tutchkov’s troops were placed there rose a knoll； which was not occupied by troops。 Bennigsen was loud in his criticism of this oversight； saying that it was insane to leave a height that commanded the country round unoccupied and place troops just below it。 Several generals expressed the same opinion。 One in particular； with martial warmth； declared that they were doomed there to certain destruction。 Bennigsen； on his own responsibility； ordered the troops to be moved on to the high…road。
This change of position on the left flank made Pierre more than ever doubtful of his capacity for comprehending military matters。 As he heard Bennigsen and the other generals criticising the position of the troops at the foot of the hill； Pierre fully grasped and shared their views。 But that was why he could not imagine how the man who had placed them there could have made so gross and obvious a blunder。
Pierre did not know that the troops had not been placed there to defend their position； as Bennigsen supposed； but had been stationed in that concealed spot in ambush； in order unobserved to deal a sudden blow at the enemy unawares。 Bennigsen； ignorant of this project； moved the troops into a prominent position without saying anything about this change to the commander…in…chief。
Chapter 24
PRINCE ANDREY was on that bright August evening lying propped on his elbow in a broken…down barn in the village of Knyazkovo； at the further end of the encampment of his regiment。 Through a gap in the broken wall he was looking at the line of thirty…year…old pollard birches in the hedge； at the field with sheaves of oats lying about it； and at the bushes where he saw the smoke of camp…fires； at which the soldiers were doing their cooking。
Cramped and useless and burdensome as his life seemed now to Prince Andrey； he felt nervously excited and irritable on the eve of battle； just as he had felt seven years earlier before Austerlitz。
He had received and given all orders for the next day’s battle。 He had nothing more to do。 But thoughts—the simplest； most obvious； and therefore most awful—would not leave him in peace。 He knew that the battle next day would be the most awful of all he had taken part in； and death； for the first time； presented itself to him； not in relation to his actual manner of life； or to the effect of it on others； but simply in relation to himself； to his soul； and rose before him simply and awfully with a vividness that made it like a concrete reality。 And from the height of this vision everything that had once occupied him seemed suddenly illumined by a cold； white light； without shade； without perspective or outline。 His whole life seemed to him like a magic lantern； at which he had been looking through the glass and by artificial light。 Now he saw suddenly； without the glass； in the clear light of day； those badly daubed pictures。 “Yes； yes； there are they； there are the cheating forms that excited torments and ecstasies in me；” he said to himself； going over in imagination the chief pictures of the magic lantern of his life； looking at them now in the cold； white daylight of a clear view of death。 “These are they； these coarsely sketched figures which seemed something splendid and mysterious。 Glory； the good society； love for a woman； the fatherland—what grand pictures they used to seem to me； with what deep meaning they seemed to be filled！ And it is all so simple； so colourless and coarse in the cold light of the day that I feel is dawning for me。” The three chief sorrows of his life held his attention especially。 His love for a woman； his father’s death； and the invasion of the French—now in possession of half of Russia。 “Love！ … That little girl； who seemed to me brimming over with mysterious forces。 How I loved her！ I made romantic plans of love； of happiness with her！ O simple…hearted youth！” he said aloud bitterly。 “Why； I believed in some ideal love which was to keep her faithful to me for the whole year of my absence！ Like the faithful dove in the fable； she was to pine away in my absence from her！ And it was all so much simpler。 … It is all so horribly simple and loathsome！
“My father； too； laid out Bleak Hills； and thought it was his place； his land； his air； his peasants。 But Napoleon came along； and without even knowing of his existence； swept him away like a chip out of his path； and his Bleak Hills laid in the dust； and all his life with it brought to nought。 Princess Marya says that it is a trial sent from above。 What is the trial for； since he is not and never will be？ He will never come back again！ He is not！ So for whom is it a trial？ Fatherland； the spoiling of Moscow！ But to…morrow I shall be killed； and not by a Frenchman even； maybe； but by one of our own men； like the soldier who let off his gun close to my ear yesterday； and the French will come and pick me up by my head and my heels and pitch me into a hole that I may not stink under their noses； and new conditions of life will arise； and I shall know nothing of them； and I shall not be at all。”
He gazed at the row of birch…trees with their motionless yellows and greens； and the white bark shining in the sun。 “To die then； let them kill me to…morrow； let me be no more … let it all go on； and let me be at an end。” He vividly pictured his own absence from that life。 And those birch…trees； with their light and shade； and the curling clouds and the smoke of the fires； everything around seemed suddenly transformed into something weird and menacing。 A shiver ran down his back。 Rising quickly to his feet； he went out of the barn； and began to walk about。
He heard voices behind the barn。
“Who’s there？” called Prince Andrey。
The red…nosed Captain Timohin； once the officer in command of Dolohov’s company； now in the lack of officers promoted to the command of a battalion； came shyly into the barn。 He was followed by an adjutant and the paymaster of the regiment。
Prince Andrey got up hurriedly； listened to the matters relating to their duties that the officers had come to him about； gave a few instructions； and was about to dismiss them； when he heard a familiar； lisping voice behind the barn。
“Que diable！” said the voice of some one stumbling over something。
Prince Andrey； peeping out of the barn； saw Pierre； who had just hit against a post lying on the ground； and had almost fallen over。 Prince Andrey always disliked seeing people from his own circle； especially Pierre； who reminded him of all the painful moments he had passed through on his last stay at Moscow。
“Well！” he cried。 “What fate has brought you？ I didn’t expect to see you。”
While he said this there was in his eyes and his whole face more than coldness； positive hostility； which Pierre noticed at once。 He had approached the barn with the greatest eagerness； but now； on seeing Prince Andrey’s face； he felt constrained and ill at ease。
“I have come … you know … simply … I have come … it’s interesting；” said Pierre； who had so many times already that day repeated that word “interesting” without meaning it。 “I wanted to see the battle！”
“Yes； yes； but your mason brethren； what do they say of war？ How would they avert it？” said Prince Andrey sarcastically。 “Well； tell me about Moscow。 And my people？ Have they reached Moscow at last？” he asked seriously。
“Yes。 Julie Drubetskoy told me so。 I went to call； but missed them。 They had started for your Moscow estate。”
Chapter 25
THE OFFICERS would have taken leave； but Prince Andrey； apparently unwilling to be left alone with his friend； pressed them to stay and have some tea。 Benches were set； and tea was brought。 With some astonishment the officers stared at Pierre’s huge； bulky figure； and heard his talk of Moscow； and of the position of our troops； which he had succeeded in getting a view of。 Prince Andrey did not speak； and his face was so forbidding that Pierre addressed his remarks more to the simple…hearted Timohin than to Bolkonsky。
“So you understand the whole disposition of the troops？” Prince Andrey put in。
“Yes。 At least； how do you mean？” said Pierre。 “As I am not a military man； I can’t say I do fully； but still I understand the general arrangement。”
“Well； then； you know more than anybody else；” said Prince Andrey。
“Oh！” said Pierre incredulously； looking over his spectacles at Prince Andrey。 “Well； and what do you say of the appointment of Kutuzov？” he asked。
“I was very glad of his appointment； that’s all I know；” said Prince Andrey。
“Well； tell me your opinion of Barclay de Tolly。 In Moscow they are saying all kinds of things about him。 What do you think of him？”
“Ask them；” said Prince Andrey； indicating the officers。
With the condescendingly doubtful smile with which every one addressed him； Pierre looked at Timohin。
“It was a gleam of light in the dark； your excellency； when his highness took the command；” said Timohin； stealing shy glances continually at his colonel。
“Why so？” asked Pierre。
“Well； as regards firewood and food； let me tell you。 Why； all the way we retreated from Sventsyan not a twig； nor a wisp of hay； nor anything； dare we touch。 We were retreating； you see； so he would get it； wouldn’t he； your excellency？” he said； turning to his prince； “but we mustn’t dare to。 In our regiment two officers were court…martialled for such things。 Well； since his highness is in command； it’s all straightforward as rega