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战争与和平(上)-第章

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 and even more; the uselessness of liberating the peasants; who were so perfectly happy without that。
In the recesses of his own heart; Pierre agreed with the steward that it was difficult to imagine people happier; and that there was no knowing what their future would be in freedom。 But though reluctantly; he stuck to what he thought the right thing。 The steward promised to use every effort to carry out the count’s wishes; perceiving clearly that the count would never be in a position to verify whether every measure had been taken for the sale of the forests and estates for the repayment of loans from the bank; would never probably even inquire; and would certainly never find out that the buildings; when finished; stood empty; and that the peasants were giving in labour and money just what they gave with other masters; that is; all that could be got out of them。


Chapter 11
RETURNING from his southern tour in the happiest frame of mind; Pierre carried out an intention he had long had; of visiting his friend Bolkonsky; whom he had not seen for two years。
Bogutcharovo lay in a flat; ugly part of the country; covered with fields and copses of fir and birch…trees; in parts cut down。 The manor house was at the end of the straight village that ran along each side of the high road; behind an overflowing pond newly dug; and still bare of grass on its banks in the midst of a young copse; with several large pines standing among the smaller trees。
The homestead consisted of a threshing floor; serfs’ quarters; stables; bath…houses; lodges; and a large stone house with a semicircular fa?ade; still in course of erection。 Round the house a garden had been newly laid out。 The fences and gates were solid and new; under a shed stood two fire…engines and a tub painted green。 The paths were straight; the bridges were strong and furnished with stone parapets。 Everything had an air of being cared for and looked after。 The house serfs on the way; in reply to inquiries where the prince was living; pointed to a small new lodge at the very edge of the pond。 Prince Andrey’s old body…servant; Anton; after assisting Pierre out of his carriage; said that the prince was at home; and conducted him into a clean little lobby。
Pierre was struck by the modesty of this little; clean house; after the splendid surroundings in which he had last seen his friend in Petersburg。
He went hurriedly into the little parlour; still unplastered and smelling of pine wood; and would have gone further; but Anton ran ahead on tip…toe and knocked at the door。
“What is it?” he heard a harsh; unpleasant voice。
“A visitor;” answered Anton。
“Ask him to wait”; and there was the sound of a chair being pushed back。
Pierre went with rapid steps to the door; and came face to face with Prince Andrey; who came out frowning and looking older。 Pierre embraced him; and taking off his spectacles; kissed him and looked close at him。
“Well; I didn’t expect you; I am glad;” said Prince Andrey。
Pierre said nothing; he was looking in wonder at his friend; and could not take his eyes off him。 He was struck by the change in Prince Andrey。 His words were warm; there was a smile on the lips and the face; but there was a lustreless; dead look in his eyes; into which; in spite of his evident desire to seem glad; Prince Andrey could not throw a gleam of happiness。 It was not only that his friend was thinner; paler; more manly looking; but the look in his eyes and the line on his brow; that expressed prolonged concentration on some one subject; struck Pierre and repelled him till he got used to it。
On meeting after a long separation; the conversation; as is always the case; did not for a long while rest on one subject。 They asked questions and gave brief replies about things of which they knew themselves they must talk at length。 At last the conversation began gradually to revolve more slowly about the questions previously touched only in passing; their life in the past; their plans for the future; Pierre’s journeys; and what he had been doing; the war; and so on。 The concentrated and crushed look which Pierre had noticed in Prince Andrey’s eyes was still more striking now in the smile with which he listened to him; especially when he was telling him with earnestness and delight of his past or his future。 It was as though Prince Andrey would have liked to take interest in what he was telling him; but could not。 Pierre began to feel that to express enthusiasm; ideals; and hopes of happiness and goodness was unseemly before Prince Andrey。 He felt ashamed of giving expression to all the new ideas he had gained from the masons; which had been revived and strengthened in him by his last tour。 He restrained himself; afraid of seeming na?ve。 At the same time he felt an irresistible desire to show his friend at once that he was now a quite different Pierre; better than the one he had known in Petersburg。
“I can’t tell you how much I have passed through during this time。 I shouldn’t know my old self。”
“Yes; you are very; very much changed since those days;” said Prince Andrey。
“Well; and what of you?” asked Pierre。 “What are your plans?”
“Plans?” repeated Prince Andrey ironically。 “My plans?” he repeated; as though wondering what was the meaning of such a word。 “Why; you see; I am building; I want next year to settle in here altogether …”
Pierre looked silently and intently into the face of Prince Andrey; which had grown so much older。
“No; I’m asking about …” Pierre began; but Prince Andrey interrupted him。
“But why talk about me … talk to me; and tell me about your journey; about everything you have been doing on your estates。”
Pierre began describing what he had been doing on his estates; trying as far as he could to disguise his share in the improvements made on them。 Prince Andrey several times put in a few words before Pierre could utter them; as though all Pierre’s doings were an old; familiar story; and he were hearing it not only without interest; but even as it were a little ashamed of what was told him。
Pierre began to feel awkward and positively wretched in his friend’s company。 He relapsed into silence。
“I tell you what; my dear fellow;” said Prince Andrey; who was unmistakably dreary and ill at ease with his visitor; “I’m simply bivouacking here; I only came over to have a look at things。 I’m going back again to my sister to…day。 I will introduce you to her。 But I think you know her; though;” he added; obviously trying to provide entertainment for his guest; with whom he now found nothing in common。 “We will set off after dinner。 And now would you care to see my place?” They went out and walked about till dinner time; talking of political news and common acquaintances; like people not very intimate。 The only thing of which Prince Andrey now spoke with some eagerness and interest was the new buildings and homestead he was building; but even in the middle of a conversation on this subject; on the scaffolding; when Prince Andrey was describing to Pierre the plan of the house; he suddenly stopped。 “There’s nothing interesting in that; though; let us go in to dinner and set off。”
At dinner the conversation fell on Pierre’s marriage。
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