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end the deep significance of their plans； that he would answer them with his phrases （they fancied they were only meaningless phrases） about a golden bridge； and about the impossibility of going beyond the frontier with a crowd of barefoot beggars。 And everything he said—for instance； that they must wait for provisions； or that the men had no boots—all was so simple； while everything they proposed was so complicated and so clever； that it was obvious to them that he was stupid and in his dotage； while they were military officers of genius； without authority to take the lead。 The dissatisfaction and malicious gossip of the staff reached its utmost limits after the brilliant admiral； the favourite hero of Petersburg； Wittgenstein； had joined the army。 Kutuzov saw it； and simply sighed and shrugged his shoulders。 Only once； after Berezina； he lost his temper and wrote to Bennigsen； who was in private correspondence with the Tsar； the following note：
“I beg your Most High Excellency on the receipt of this letter to retire to Kaluga； on account of your attacks of ill…health； and there to await the further commands of His Majesty the Emperor。”
But this dismissal of Bennigsen was followed by the arrival on the scene of the Grand Duke Konstantin Pavlovitch； who had received a command at the beginning of the campaign and had been removed from the army by Kutuzov。 Now the Grand Duke on rejoining the army informed Kutuzov of the Tsar’s dissatisfaction at the poor successes of our troops； and the slowness of their progress。 The Tsar himself intended to be with the army in a few days。
The old man； as experienced in court methods as in warfare—who in the August of that year had been chosen commander…in…chief against the Tsar’s will； who had dismissed the Grand Duke and heir…apparent from the army； and acting on his own authority； in opposition to the Tsar’s will； had decreed the abandonment of Moscow—understood at once now that his day was over； that his part was played out； and that his supposed power was no more。 And not only from the attitude of the court did he see this。 On one side he saw the war—that war in which he had played his part—was over； and he felt that his work was done。 On the other hand； at this very time； he began to be sensible of the physical weariness of his aged frame； and the necessity of physical rest。
On the 29th of November； Kutuzov reached Vilna—his dear Vilna； as he used to call it。 Twice during his military career he had been governor of Vilna。
In that wealthy town； which had escaped injury； Kutuzov found old friends and old associations； as well as the comforts of which he had been so long deprived。 And at once turning his back on all military and political cares； he plunged into the quiet routine of his accustomed life； so far as the passions raging all round him would permit。 It was as though all that was being done； and had still to be done； in the world of history； was no concern of his now。
Tchitchagov was one of the generals most zealous in advocating attack and cutting off the enemy’s retreat； he had at first suggested making a diversion in Greece and then in Warsaw； but was never willing to go where he was commanded to go。 Tchitchagov； who was notorious for the boldness of his remarks to the Tsar； considered Kutuzov was under an obligation to him； because when he had been sent in 1811 to conclude peace with Turkey over Kutuzov’s head； and found on arriving that peace had already been concluded； he had frankly admitted to the Tsar that the credit of having concluded peace belonged to Kutuzov。
This Tchitchagov was the first to meet Kutuzov at Vilna； at the castles where the latter was to stay。 Wearing a naval uniform with a dirk； and holding his forage cap under his arm； he handed the commander…in…chief the military report and the keys of the town。 The contemptuously respectful attitude of youth to old age in its dotage was expressed in the most marked manner in all the behaviour of Tchitchagov； who was aware of the disfavour into which Kutuzov had fallen。
In conversation with Tchitchagov； Kutuzov happened to say that his carriages； packed with china； that had been carried off by the enemy at Borisovo； had been recovered unhurt； and would be restored to him。
“You mean to say I have nothing to eat out of？ On the contrary； I can provide everything for you； even if you want to give dinner…parties；” Tchitchagov protested； getting hot。 Every word he had uttered had been with the motive of proving his own rectitude； and so he imagined that Kutuzov too was preoccupied with the same desire。 Shrugging his shoulders and smiling his subtle； penetrating smile； Kutuzov answered：
“I mean to say to you what I do say to you。 Nothing more。”
In opposition to the Tsar’s wishes； Kutuzov kept the greater part of the troops in Vilna。 He was said by all the persons about him to be getting much weaker； and breaking down physically during his stay in Vilna。 He took no interest in the business of the army； left everything to his generals； and spent the time of waiting for the Tsar in social dissipation。
The Tsar； with his suite—Count Tolstoy； Prince Volkonsky； Araktcheev； and the rest—left Petersburg on the 7th of December； and reached Vilna on the 11th； and drove straight up to the castle in his travelling sledge。 In spite of the intense cold there were some hundred generals and staff…officers in full parade uniform； and a guard of honour of the Semyonovsky regiment standing before the castle。
A courier； galloping up to the castle with steaming horses in advance of the Tsar； shouted： “He is coming！”
Konovnitsyn rushed into the vestibule to inform Kutuzov； who was waiting in the porter’s little room within。
A minute later the big； heavy figure of the old man in full parade uniform； his breast covered with orders； and a scarf drawn tight about his bulky person； walked with a rolling gait on to the steps。 He put his cocked hat on； with the flat side foremost； took his gloves in his hand； and going sideways with difficulty down the steps； took in his hand the report； that had been prepared to give the Tsar。
Bustle and hurry and whispering； another set of three horses dashing furiously up； and all eyes were turned on the approaching sledge； in which the figures of the Tsar and Volkonsky could already be distinguished。
From the habit of fifty years； all this had a physically agitating effect on the old man。 He felt himself over with nervous haste； set his hat straight； and pulling himself together and standing erect at the very moment when the Tsar stepping out of the sledge； turned his eyes upon him； he handed him the report； and began speaking in his measured； ingratiating voice。
The Tsar scanned Kutuzov from head to foot in a rapid glance； frowned for an instant； but at once overcoming his feelings； went up to him； and opening his arms； embraced the old general。 Again； through old habitual association of ideas； arousing some deep feeling in his own heart； this embrace had its usual effect on Kutuzov： he gave a sob。
The Tsar greeted the officers and the Semyonovsky guard of honour； and once more shaking hands with the old man； he went with him into the castle。
When he was alone with the comman