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een disfigured？ What was left of him？ Was he like that unceasing moan of the adjutant？ Yes； he was all over like that。 In her imagination he was that awful moan of pain personified。 When she caught sight of an undefined mass in the corner； and took his raised knees under the quilt for his shoulders； she pictured some fearful body there； and stood still in terror。 But an irresistible force drew her forward。 She made one cautious step； another； and found herself in the middle of the small hut； cumbered up with baggage。 On the bench； under the holy images； lay another man （this was Timohin）； and on the floor were two more figures （the doctor and the valet）。
The valet sat up and muttered something。 Timohin； in pain from a wound in his leg； was not asleep； and gazed； all eyes； at the strange apparition of a girl in a white night…gown； dressing…jacket； and nightcap。 The valet’s sleepy and frightened words “What is it？ What do you want？” only made Natasha hasten towards the figure lying in the corner。 However fearfully unlike a human shape that figure might be now； she must see him。 She passed by the valet； the smouldering candle flickered up； and she saw clearly Prince Andrey； lying with his arms stretched out on the quilt； looking just as she had always seen him。
He was just the same as ever； but the flush on his face； his shining eyes； gazing passionately at her； and especially the soft； childlike neck； showing above the lay…down collar of the nightshirt； gave him a peculiarly innocent； childlike look； such as she had never seen in him before。 She ran up to him and with a swift； supple； youthful movement dropped on her knees。
He smiled； and held out his hand to her。
Chapter 32
SEVEN DAYS had passed since Prince Andrey had found himself in the ambulance station on the field of Borodino。 All that time he had been in a state of almost continual unconsciousness。 The fever and inflammation of the bowels； which had been injured； were； in the opinion of the doctor accompanying the wounded； certain to carry him off。 But on the seventh day he ate with relish a piece of bread with some tea； and the doctor observed that the fever was going down。 Prince Andrey had regained consciousness in the morning。 The first night after leaving Moscow had been fairly warm； and Prince Andrey had spent the night in his carriage。 But at Mytishtchy the wounded man had himself asked to be moved and given tea。 The pain caused by moving him into the hut had made Prince Andrey groan aloud and lose consciousness again。 When he had been laid on his camp bedstead； he lay a long while with closed eyes without moving。 Then he opened his eyes and whispered softly； “How about the tea？” The doctor was struck by this instance of consciousness of the little details of daily life。 He felt his pulse； and to his surprise and dissatisfaction found that the pulse was stronger。 The doctor’s dissatisfaction was due to the fact that he felt certain from his experience that Prince Andrey could not live； and that if he did not die now； he would only die a little later with even greater suffering。 With Prince Andrey was the red…nosed major of his regiment； Timohin； who had joined him in Moscow with a wound in his leg received at the same battle of Borodino。 The doctor； the prince’s valet； and coachman； and two orderlies were in charge of them。
Tea was given to Prince Andrey。 He drank it eagerly； looking with feverish eyes at the door in front of him； as though trying to understand and recall something。
“No more。 Is Timohin here？” he asked。
Timohin edged along the bench towards him。
“I am here； your excellency。”
“How is your wound？”
“Mine？ All right。 But how are you？”
Prince Andrey pondered again； as though he were recollecting something。
“Could not one get a book here？” he said。
“What book？”
“The Gospel！ I haven’t one。”
The doctor promised to get it； and began questioning the prince about his symptoms。 Prince Andrey answered all the doctor’s questions rationally； though reluctantly； and then said that he wanted a support put under him； as it was uncomfortable and very painful for him as he was。 The doctor and the valet took off the military cloak； with which he was covered； and puckering up their faces at the sickly smell of putrefying flesh that came from the wound； began to look into the terrible place。 The doctor was very much troubled about something； he made some changes； turning the wounded man over so that he groaned again； and again lost consciousness from the pain when they turned him over。 He began to be delirious； and kept asking for the book to be brought and to be put under him。 “What trouble would it be to you？” he kept saying。 “I haven’t it； get it me； please；—put it under me just for a minute；” he said in a piteous voice。
The doctor went outside to wash his hands。
“Ah； you have no conscience； you fellows really；” the doctor was saying to the valet； who was pouring water over his hands。 “For one minute I didn’t look after you。 Why； it’s such suffering that I wonder how he bears it。”
“I thought we did put it under him right； by the Lord Jesus Christ；” said the valet。
Prince Andrey had for the first time grasped where he was and what was happening to him； and had recollected that he had been wounded and how at the moment when the carriage had stopped at Mytishtchy； and he had asked to be taken into the hut。 Losing consciousness again from the pain； he came fully to himself once more in the hut while he was drinking tea。 And thereupon again； going over in his memory all that had happened to him； the most vivid picture in his mind was of that moment at the ambulance station when at the sight of the sufferings of a man he had not liked； those new thoughts had come to him with such promise of happiness。 And those thoughts—though vague now and shapeless—took possession of his soul again。 He remembered that he had now some new happiness； and that that happiness had something to do with the Gospel。 That was why he asked for the Gospel。 But the position he had been laid in； without support under his wound； and the new change of position； put his thoughts to confusion again； and it was only in the complete stillness of the night that he came to himself again for the third time。 Every one was asleep around him。 A cricket was chirping across the passage； some one was shouting and singing in the street； cockroaches were rustling over the table； the holy images and the walls； a big fly flopped on his pillow and about the tallow candle that stood with a great； smouldering wick beside him。
His soul was not in its normal state。 A man in health usually thinks； feels and remembers simultaneously an immense number of different things； but he has the power and the faculty of selecting one series of ideas or phenomena and concentrating all his attention on that series。 A man in health can at the moment of the profoundest thought break off to say a civil word to any one who comes in； and then return again to his thoughts。 Prince Andrey’s soul was not in a normal condition in this respect。 All the faculties of his soul were clearer and more active than ever； but they acted apart from his will。 The most diverse ideas and images had po