Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
After dinner the count settled himself comfortably in an easy
chair and with a serious face asked Sonya, who was considered an
excellent reader, to read the appeal.
"To Moscow, our ancient Capital!
"The enemy has entered the borders of Russia with immense forces. He
comes to despoil our beloved country."
Sonya read painstakingly in her high-pitched voice. The count
listened with closed eyes, heaving abrupt sighs at certain passages.
Natasha sat erect, gazing with a searching look now at her father
and now at Pierre.
Pierre felt her eyes on him and tried not to look round. The
countess shook her head disapprovingly and angrily at every solemn
expression in the manifesto. In all these words she saw only that
the danger threatening her son would not soon be over. Shinshin,
with a sarcastic smile on his lips, was evidently preparing to make
fun of anything that gave him the opportunity: Sonyas reading, any
remark of the counts, or even the manifesto itself should no better
pretext present itself.
After reading about the dangers that threatened Russia, the hopes
the Emperor placed on Moscow and especially on its illustrious
nobility, Sonya, with a quiver in her voice due chiefly to the
attention that was being paid to her, read the last words:
"We ourselves will not delay to appear among our people in that
Capital and in other parts of our realm for consultation, and for the
direction of all our levies, both those now barring the enemys path
and those freshly formed to defeat him wherever he may appear. May the
ruin he hopes to bring upon us recoil on his own head, and may
Europe delivered from bondage glorify the name of Russia!"
"Yes, thats it!" cried the count, opening his moist eyes and
sniffing repeatedly, as if a strong vinaigrette had been held to his
nose; and he added, "Let the Emperor but say the word and well
sacrifice everything and begrudge nothing."
Before Shinshin had time to utter the joke he was ready to make on
the counts patriotism, Natasha jumped up from her place and ran to
"What a darling our Papa is!" she cried, kissing him, and she
again looked at Pierre with the unconscious coquetry that had returned
to her with her better spirits.
"There! Heres a patriot for you!" said Shinshin.
"Not a patriot at all, but simply..." Natasha replied in an
injured tone. "Everything seems funny to you, but this isnt at all
"A joke indeed!" put in the count. "Let him but say the word and
well all go.... Were not Germans!"
"But did you notice, it says, for consultation?" said Pierre.
"Never mind what its for...."
At this moment, Petya, to whom nobody was paying any attention, came
up to his father with a very flushed face and said in his breaking
voice that was now deep and now shrill:
"Well, Papa, I tell you definitely, and Mamma too, its as you
please, but I say definitely that you must let me enter the army,
because I cant... thats all...."
The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and
turned angrily to her husband.
"That comes of your talking!" said she.
But the count had already recovered from his excitement.
"Come, come!" said he. "Heres a fine warrior! No! Nonsense! You
"Its not nonsense, Papa. Fedya Obolenski is younger than I, and
hes going too. Besides, all the same I cant study now when..." Petya
stopped short, flushed till he perspired, but still got out the words,
"when our Fatherland is in danger."
"Thatll do, thatll do--nonsense...."
"But you said yourself that we would sacrifice everything."
"Petya! Be quiet, I tell you!" cried the count, with a glance at his
wife, who had turned pale and was staring fixedly at her son.
"And I tell you--Peter Kirilych here will also tell you..."
"Nonsense, I tell you. Your mothers milk has hardly dried on your
lips and you want to go into the army! There, there, I tell you,"
and the count moved to go out of the room, taking the papers, probably
to reread them in his study before having a nap.
"Well, Peter Kirilych, lets go and have a smoke," he said.
Pierre was agitated and undecided. Natashas unwontedly brilliant
eyes, continually glancing at him with a more than cordial look, had
reduced him to this condition.
"No, I think Ill go home."
"Home? Why, you meant to spend the evening with us.... You dont
often come nowadays as it is, and this girl of mine," said the count
good-naturedly, pointing to Natasha, "only brightens
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