《War And Peace》Book6 CHAPTER XXV

《War And Peace》　Book6 　CHAPTER XXV
　　　　by Leo Tolstoy

THE HEALTH AND CHARACTER of Prince Nikolay Andreitch Bolkonsky had, during
that year, after his son had left him, grown considerably feebler. He became
more irritable than ever, and it was Princess Marya who as a rule bore the brunt
of his outbursts of causeless fury. He seemed studiously to seek out all the
tender spots in her consciousness so as to inflict on her the cruellest wounds
possible. Princess Marya had two passions and consequently two joys: her nephew,
Nikolushka, and religion; and both were favourite subjects for the old prince's
attacks and jeers. Whatever was being spoken of, he would bring the conversation
round to the superstitiousness of old maids, or the petting and spoiling of
children. “You want to make him” (Nikolushka) “just such another old maid as you
are yourself. Prince Andrey wants a son and not an old maid,” he would say. Or
addressing Mademoiselle Bourienne he would ask her, before Princess Marya, how
she liked our village priests and holy pictures, and make jests about
them.…

He was constantly wounding Princess Marya's feelings, but his daughter needed
no effort to forgive him. Could he be to blame in anything he did to her, could
her father, who as she knew in spite of it all, loved her, be unjust? And indeed
what is justice? Princess Marya never gave a thought to that proud word,
“justice.” All the complex laws of humanity were summed up for her in one clear
and simple law—the law of love and self-sacrifice, laid down by Him who had in
His love suffered for humanity, though He was God Himself. What had she to do
with the justice or injustice of other people? All she had to do was to suffer
and to love; and that she did.

In the winter Prince Andrey had come to Bleak Hills, had been gay, gentle,
and affectionate, as Princess Marya had not seen him for years. She felt that
something had happened to him, but he said nothing to his sister of his love.
Before his departure, Prince Andrey had a long conversation with his father, and
Princess Marya noticed that they were ill pleased with each other at
parting.

Soon after Prince Andrey had gone, Princess Marya wrote from Bleak Hills to
her friend in Petersburg, Julie Karagin, whom Princess Marya had dreamed—as
girls always do dream—of marrying to her brother. She was at this time in
mourning for the death of a brother, who had been killed in Turkey.

“Sorrow, it seems, is our common lot, my sweet and tender friend Julie.

“Your loss is so terrible that I can only explain it to myself, as a special
sign of the grace of God, who in His love for you would chasten you and your
incomparable mother.

“Ah, my dear, religion, and religion alone can—I don't say comfort us—but
save us from despair. Religion alone can interpret to us what, without its aid,
man cannot comprehend: to what end, for what cause, good, elevated beings who
are able to find happiness in life, not injuring others, but indispensable to
their happiness, are called away to God, while the wicked, the useless, injuring
others and a burden to themselves and others, are left living. The first death
which I have seen, and which I shall never forget—the death of my dear little
sister-in-law—made on me just the same impression. Just as you question destiny,
and ask why your noble brother had to die, so did I wonder what reason there was
for that angel Liza to die—who had never done the slightest harm to any one,
never even had a thought in her heart that was not kind. And yet—do you know,
dear friend—five years have passed since then, and even I, with my poor
intelligence, begin now to understand clearly why it was needful she should die,
and in what way that death was but an expression of the boundless grace of the
Creator, all of whose acts, though for the most part we comprehend them not, are
but manifestations of His infinite love for His creatures. Perhaps, I often
think, she was of too angelic an innocence to have the force to perform all a
mother's duties. As a young wife, she was irreproachable; possibly she could not
have been equally so as a mother. As it is, not only has she left us, and
particularly Prince Andrey, the purest memories and reGREts, but there she is in
all likelihood receiving a place for which I dare not hope for myself. But not
to speak of her alone, that early and terrible death has had the most blessed
influence on me and on my brother, in spite of all our grief. At the time, at
the moment of our loss, I could not have entertained such thoughts; at that time
I should have dismissed them in horror, but now it seems clear and
incontestable. I write all this to you, dear friend, simply to convince you of
the Gospel truth, which has become a principle of life for me: not one hair of
our head falls without His will. And the guiding principle of His will is only
His infinite love for us, and so whatever may befall us, all is for our
good.

“You ask whether we shall spend next winter in Moscow. In spite of all my
desire to see you, I do not expect and do not wish to do so. And you will be
surprised to hear that Bonaparte is responsible for this! I will tell you why:
my father's health is noticeably weaker, he cannot endure contradiction and is
easily irritated. This irritability is, as you are aware, most readily aroused
on political subjects. He cannot endure the idea that Bonaparte is treating on
equal terms with all the sovereigns of Europe, especially our own, the grandson
of the GREat Catherine! As you know, I take absolutely no interest in politics,
but from my father and his conversations with Mihail Ivanovitch, I know all that
goes on in the world, and have heard of all the honours conferred on Bonaparte.
It seems that Bleak Hills is now the only spot on the terrestrial globe where he
is not recognised as a great man—still less as Emperor of France. And my father
cannot tolerate this state of things. It seems to me that my father shows a
disinclination for the visit to Moscow, chiefly owing to his political views and
his foreseeing the difficulties likely to arise from his habit of expressing his
opinions freely with no regard for any one. All that he would gain from medical
treatment in Moscow, he would lose from the inevitable discussions upon
Bonaparte. In any case the matter will very soon be settled.