n from the churches； and every one was to be driven out of Moscow by force。 Some said there had been another battle after Borodino； in which the French had been utterly defeated； others declared that the whole Russian army had been annihilated。 Some talked of the Moscow militia； which was to advance； preceded by priests； to Three Hills； others whispered that Father Augustin had been forbidden to leave； that traitors had been caught； that the peasants were in revolt； and were plundering those who left the town； and so on。 But all this was only talk： in reality even though the council at Fili； at which it was decided to abandon Moscow； had not yet taken place； all—those who were leaving and those who were staying—felt that Moscow would be surrendered； though they did not say so freely； and felt that they must make all haste to escape； and to save their property。 There was a feeling that there must come a general crash and change； yet till the 1st of September everything went on unchanged。 Like a criminal being led to the gallows； who knows in a minute he must die； and yet stares about； and puts straight the cap awry on his head； Moscow instinctively went on with the daily routine of life； though aware that the hour of ruin was approaching； when all the customary conditions of life would be at an end。
During the three days preceding the occupation of Moscow； the whole Rostov family was busily engaged in various practical ways。 The head of the family； Count Ilya Andreitch； was continually driving about the town； picking up all the rumours that were in circulation； and while at home； gave superficial and hasty directions for the preparations for departure。
The countess superintended the sorting out of things to be packed； she was out of humour with every one； and was in continual pursuit of Petya； who was as continually escaping from her； and exciting her jealousy by spending all his time with Natasha。 Sonya was the only person who really undertook the practical business of getting things packed。 But Sonya had been particularly silent and melancholy of late。 She had been present when Nikolay’s letter mentioning Princess Marya had elicited the most delighted deductions from the countess； who saw in Nikolay’s meeting with Princess Marya the direct intervention of Providence。
“I was never really happy；” said the countess； “when Bolkonsky was engaged to Natasha； but I had always longed for Nikolay to marry the princess； and I have always had a presentiment about it。 And what a good thing it would be！”
Sonya felt that this was true； that the only possibility of retrieving the Rostovs’ position was by Nikolay’s marriage to an heiress； and that the princess would be an excellent match for him。 But this reflection was very bitter for her。 In spite； or perhaps in consequence； of her sadness； she undertook the difficult task of seeing after the sorting and packing of the household goods； and for whole days together she was busily employed。 The count and countess referred to her when they had any orders to give。 Petya and Natasha； on the contrary； did nothing to help their parents； but were generally in every one’s way； and were only a hindrance。 And all day long the house resounded with their flying footsteps and shouts and shrieks of causeless mirth。 They laughed and were gay； not in the least because there was reason for laughter。 But they were gay and glad at heart； and so everything that happened was reason enough for gaiety and laughter in them。 Petya was in high spirits because he had left home a boy； and come back （so every one told him） a fine young man； because he was at home； because he had left Byely Tserkov； where there seemed no hope of being soon on active service； and come to Moscow where there would be fighting in a few days； and above all； because Natasha； whose lead he always followed； was in high spirits。 Natasha was gay； because she had too long been sad； and now nothing reminded her of the cause of her sadness； and she was quite strong again。 She was gay too； because she needed some one to adore her （the adoration of others was like the grease on the wheels； without which her mechanism never worked quite smoothly）； and Petya did adore her。 And above all； they were both gay； because there was war at the very gates of Moscow； because there would be fighting at the barriers； because arms were being given out； and everybody was rushing about； and altogether something extraordinary was happening； which is always inspiriting； especially for the young。
Chapter 13
ON SATURDAY； the 31st of August； the whole household of the Rostovs seemed turned upside down。 All the doors stood wide open； all the furniture had been moved about or carried out； looking…glasses and pictures had been taken down。 The rooms were littered up with boxes； with hay and packing paper and cord。 Peasants and house…serfs were tramping about the parquet floors carrying out the baggage。 The courtyard was crowded with peasants’ carts； some piled high with goods and corded up； others still standing empty。
The voices and steps of the immense multitude of servants and of peasants； who had come with the carts； resounded through the courtyard and the house。 The count had been out since early morning。 The countess had a headache from the noise and bustle； and was lying down in the new divan…room with compresses steeped in vinegar on her head。 Petya was not at home； he had gone off to see a comrade； with whom he was planning to get transferred from the militia to a regiment at the front。 Sonya was in the great hall； superintending the packing of the china and glass。 Natasha was sitting on the floor in her dismantled room among heaps of dresses； ribbons； and scarfs。 She sat gazing immovably at the floor； holding in her hands an old ball…dress； the very dress； now out of fashion； in which she had been to her first Petersburg ball。
Natasha was ashamed of doing nothing when every one in the house was so busy； and several times that morning she had tried to set to work； but her soul was not in it； and she was utterly unable to do anything unless all her heart and soul were in it。 She stood over Sonya while she packed the china； and tried to help； but soon threw it up； and went to her room to pack her own things。 At first she had found it amusing to give away her dresses and ribbons to the maids； but afterwards when it came to packing what was left； it seemed a wearisome task。
“Dunyasha； you’ll pack it all； dear？ Yes？ yes？”
And when Dunyasha readily undertook to do it all for her； Natasha sat down on the floor with the old ball…dress in her hands； and fell to dreaming on subjects far removed from what should have been occupying her mind then。 From the reverie she had fallen into； Natasha was aroused by the talk of the maids in the next room and their hurried footsteps from their room to the backstairs。 Natasha got up and looked out of the window。 A huge train of carts full of wounded men had stopped in the street。
The maids； the footmen； the housekeeper； the old nurse； the cooks； the coachmen； the grooms； and the scullion…boys were all at the gates； staring at the wounded men。
Natasha flung a white pocket…handkerchief over her hair； and holding the corners in both hands； went out into the street。
The old housekeeper； Mavra Kuzminishna； had left the crowd standing at the gate； and gone up to a cart with a tilt of bast…mats thrown over it。 She was talking to a pale young officer who was lying in this cart。 Natasha took a few steps forward and stood still timidly； holding her kerchief on and listening to what the housekeeper was saying。
“So you have no one then in Moscow？” Mavra Kuzminishna was saying。 “You’d be more comfortable in some apartment。… In our house even。 The masters are all leaving。”
“I don’t know if it would be allowed；” said the officer in a feeble voice。 “There’s our chief officer … ask him；” and he pointed to a stout major who had turned back and was walking along the row of carts down the street。
Natasha glanced with frightened eyes into the face of the wounded officer； and at once went to meet the major。
“May the wounded men stay in our house？” she asked。
The major with a smile put his hand to his cap。
“What is your pleasure； ma’mselle？” he said； screwing up his eyes and smiling。
Natasha quietly repeated her question； and her face and her whole manner； though she still kept hold of the corners of the pocket…handkerchief； was so serious； that the major left off smiling； and after a moment’s pondering—as though asking himself how far it were possible—he gave her an affirmative answer。
“Oh yes； why not； they may；” he said。
Natasha gave a slight nod； and went back with rapid steps to Mavra Kuzminishna； who was still talking with commiserating sympathy to the young officer。
“They may； he said they might！” whispered Natasha。
The officer in the covered cart turned into the Rostovs’ courtyard； and dozens of carts of wounded men began at the invitation of the inhabitants to drive up to the entries of the houses in Povarsky Street。 Natasha was evidently delighted at having to do with new people in conditions quite outside the ordinary routine of life。 She joined Mavra Kuzminishna in trying to get as many as possible driven into their yard。
“We must ask your papa though；” said Mavra Kuzminishna。
“Nonsense； nonsense。 What does it matter？ For one day； we’ll move into the drawing…room。 We can give them all our half of the house。”
“What an idea！ what next？ The lodge； may be； the men’s room； and old nurse’s room； and you must ask leave for that。”
“Well； I will ask。”
Natasha ran indoors； and went on tiptoe to the half…open door of the divan…room； where there was a strong smell of vinegar and Hoffmann’s drops。
“Are you asleep； mamma？”
“Oh； what chance is there of sleep！” said the countess； who had just dropped into a doze。
“Mamma； darling！” said Natasha； kneeling before her mother and leaning her face against her mother’s。 “I am sorry； forgive me； I’ll never do it again； I waked you。 Mavra Kuzminishna sent me； they have brought some wounded men in； officers； will you allow it？ They have nowhere to go； I know you will allow it； …” she said rapidly； not taking breath。
“Officers？ Who have been br