Война и мир

Chapter 12

           Yes,forthatalone!Ishallnevertellanyone,but,ohGod!whatamItodoifIlovenothingbutfameandmen’sesteem?Death,wounds,thelossoffamily—Ifearnothing.Andpreciousanddearasmanypersonsaretome—father,sister,wife—thosedearesttome—yetdreadfulandunnaturalasitseems,Iwouldgivethemallatonceforamomentofglory,oftriumphovermen,oflovefrommenIdon’tknowandnevershallknow,fortheloveofthesemenhere,”hethought,ashelistenedtovoicesinKutúzov’scourtyard.Thevoiceswerethoseoftheorderlieswhowerepackingup;onevoice,probablyacoachman’s,wasteasingKutúzov’soldcookwhomPrinceAndrewknew,andwhowascalledTit.Hewassaying,“Tit,Isay,Tit!”

           “Well?”returnedtheoldman.

           “Go,Tit,threshabit!”saidthewag.

           “Oh,gotothedevil!”calledoutavoice,drownedbythelaughteroftheorderliesandservants.

           “Allthesame,Iloveandvaluenothingbuttriumphoverthemall,Ivaluethismysticpowerandglorythatisfloatinghereabovemeinthismist!”

           

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