or a diplomatist?” asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.     

       Pierre sat up on the sofa, with his legs tucked under him.     

       “Really, I don’t yet know. I don’t like either the one or the other.”      

       “But you must decide on something! Your father expects it.”      

       Pierre at the age of ten had been sent abroad with an abbé as tutor, and had remained away till he was twenty. When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbé and said to the young man, “Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession. I will agree to anything. Here is a letter to Prince Vasíli, and here is money. Write to me all about it, and I will help you in everything.” Pierre had already been choosing a career for three months, and had not decided on anything. It was about this choice that Prince Andrew was speaking. Pierre rubbed his forehead.     

       “But he must be a Freemason,” said he, referring to the abbé whom he had met that evening.     

       “That is all nonsense.” Prince Andrew again interrupted him, “let us talk business. Have you been to the Horse Guards?”      

       “No, I have not; but this is what I have been thinking and wanted to tell you. There is a war now against Napoleon. If it were a war for freedom I could understand it and should be the first to enter the army; but to help England and Austria against the greatest man in the world is not right.”      

       Prince Andrew only shrugged his shoulders at Pierre’s childish words. He put on the air of one who finds it impossible to reply to such nonsense, but it would in fact have been difficult to give any other answer than the one Prince Andrew gave to this naïve question.     

       “If no one fought except on his own conviction, there would be no wars,”        he said.     

       “And that would be splendid,” said Pierre.     

       Prince Andrew smiled ironically.     

       “Very likely it would be splendid, but it will never come about....”      

 Prev. P 26/1484 next