Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
From whom did you get the proclamation? I
wrote it myself. Well, you know the count," said the adjutant
cheerfully, with a smile of pride, "he flared up dreadfully--and
just think of the fellows audacity, lying, and obstinacy!"
"And the count wanted him to say it was from Klyucharev? I
understand!" said Pierre.
"Not at all," rejoined the adjutant in dismay. "Klyucharev had his
own sins to answer for without that and that is why he has been
banished. But the point is that the count was much annoyed. How could
you have written it yourself? said he, and he took up the Hamburg
Gazette that was lying on the table. Here it is! You did not write it
yourself but translated it, and translated it abominably, because
you dont even know French, you fool. And what do you think? No,
said he, I have not read any papers, I made it up myself. If thats
so, youre a traitor and Ill have you tried, and youll be hanged!
Say from whom you had it. I have seen no papers, I made it up
myself. And that was the end of it. The count had the father fetched,
but the fellow stuck to it. He was sent for trial and condemned to
hard labor, I believe. Now the father has come to intercede for him.
But hes a good-for-nothing lad! You know that sort of tradesmans
son, a dandy and lady-killer. He attended some lectures somewhere
and imagines that the devil is no match for him. Thats the sort of
fellow he is. His father keeps a cookshop here by the Stone Bridge,
and you know there was a large icon of God Almighty painted with a
scepter in one hand and an orb in the other. Well, he took that icon
home with him for a few days and what did he do? He found some
scoundrel of a painter..."
In the middle of this fresh tale Pierre was summoned to the
commander in chief.
When he entered the private room Count Rostopchin, puckering his
face, was rubbing his forehead and eyes with his hand. A short man was
saying something, but when Pierre entered he stopped speaking and went
"Ah, how do you do, great warrior?" said Rostopchin as soon as the
short man had left the room. "We have heard of your prowess. But
thats not the point. Between ourselves, mon cher, do you belong to
the Masons?" he went on severely, as though there were something wrong
about it which he nevertheless intended to pardon. Pierre remained
silent. "I am well informed, my friend, but I am aware that there
are Masons and I hope that you are not one of those who
on pretense of saving mankind wish to ruin Russia."
"Yes, I am a Mason," Pierre replied.
"There, you see, mon cher! I expect you know that Messrs. Speranski
and Magnitski have been deported to their proper place. Mr. Klyucharev
has been treated in the same way, and so have others who on the plea
of building up the temple of Solomon have tried to destroy the temple
of their fatherland. You can understand that there are reasons for
this and that I could not have exiled the Postmaster had he not been a
harmful person. It has now come to my knowledge that you lent him your
carriage for his removal from town, and that you have even accepted
papers from him for safe custody. I like you and dont wish you any
harm and--as you are only half my age--I advise you, as a father
would, to cease all communication with men of that stamp and to leave
here as soon as possible."
"But what did Klyucharev do wrong, Count?" asked Pierre.
"That is for me to know, but not for you to ask," shouted
"If he is accused of circulating Napoleons proclamation it is not
proved that he did so," said Pierre without looking at Rostopchin,
"There we are!" Rostopchin shouted at Pierre louder than before,
frowning suddenly. "Vereshchagin is a renegade and a traitor who
will be punished as he deserves," said he with the vindictive heat
with which people speak when recalling an insult. "But I did not
summon you to discuss my actions, but to give you advice--or an
order if you prefer it. I beg you to leave the town and break off
all communication with such men as Klyucharev. And I will knock the
nonsense out of anybody"--but probably realizing that he was
shouting at Bezukhov who so
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