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《War And Peace》Book11 CHAPTER XXX

[日期:2008-03-10]   [字体: ]

《War And Peace》 Book11  CHAPTER XXX
    by Leo Tolstoy


FROM VARIOUS ROADS, and with various feelings, the inhabitants running and
driving away from Moscow, and the retreating troops, gazed at the glow of the
first fire that broke out in the city on the 2nd of September.

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The Rostovs' party stopped for that night at Mytishtchy, twenty versts from
Moscow. They had started so late on the 1st of September, the road had been so
blocked by waggons and troops, so many things had been forgotten, and servants
sent back to get them, that they had decided to halt for the first night five
versts from Moscow. The next morning they walked late, and there were again so
many delays that they only reached GREat Mytishtchy. At ten o'clock the Rostov
family, and the wounded soldiers travelling with them, had all found places for
the night in the yards and huts of the greater village. The servants, the
Rostovs' coachmen, and the orderlies of the wounded officers, after settling
their masters for the night, supped, fed their horses, and came out into the
porch of a hut.


In the next hut lay Raevsky's adjutant with a broken wrist, and the terrible
pain made him moan incessantly, and these moans had a grue-some sound in the
autumn darkness of the night. On the first night this adjutant had spent the
night in a building in the same yard as the hut in which the Rostovs slept. The
countess declared that she had not closed her eyes all night from that moaning,
and at Mytishtchy she had moved into a less comfortable hut simply to get
further away from the wounded man. One of the servants noticed in the dark night
sky, above the high carriage standing at the entry, another small glow of fire.
One such glow had been seen long before, and every one knew it was Little
Mytishtchy, which had been set on fire by Mamonov's Cossacks.

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“I say, mates, there's another fire,” said the man. All of them looked
towards the glow.


“Why, they told us Mamonov's Cossacks had fired Little Mytishtchy.” “Nay!
that's not Mytishtchy, it's further.” “Look'ee, it's in Moscow seemingly.” Two
of the men left the porch, went to a carriage and squatted on the step. “It's
more to the left! Why, Mytishtchy is away yonder, and that's quite the other
side.”


Several more men joined the first group.


“I say it is flaring,” said one; “that's a fire in Moscow, my friends; either
in Sushtchovsky or in Rogozhsky.”


No one answered this remark. And for a good while all these men gazed in
silence at the flames of this new conflagration glowing far away. An old man,
the count's valet (as he was called), Danilo Terentyitch, came up to the crowd
and called Mishka.


“What are you gaping at? … The count may ask for you and nobody to be found;
go and put the clothes together.”


“Oh, I only ran out for some water,” said Mishka.


“And what do you say, Danilo Terentyitch? that's a fire in Moscow, isn't it?”
said one of the footmen.


Danilo Terentyitch made no reply, and for a long while all were mute again.
The glow spread wider, and flickered further and further away.

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“God have mercy! … a wind and the drought …” said a voice again.

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“Look'ee, how it's spreading. O Lord! why, one can see the jackdaws! Lord,
have mercy on us poor sinners!”


“They'll put it out, never fear.”


“Who's to put it out?” cried the voice of Danilo Terentyitch, silent till
that moment. His voice was quiet and deliberate. “Moscow it is, mates,” he said;
“it's she, our mother, the white city …” his voice broke, and he suddenly burst
into the sobs of old age. And it seemed as though all had been waiting for that
to grasp the import for all of that glow they were watching. Sighs were heard
and muttered prayers, and the sobs of the old valet.

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