War and Peace

Chapter 45

After two days of solitary and extraordinary life, Bin-Air has almost entered a state of madness.His whole body and mind were occupied by a thought that could not be dismissed.He didn't know when this thought started, he couldn't remember the past, and couldn't understand the present.He seemed to be living in a dream.

Running away from home is just to escape the thoughts of life in my mind.His visit to the apartment where Joseph Alekseevich lived to sort out the dead man's books was really just an excuse, the real purpose was to find solace in the troubles of a lifetime.

He recalled these thoughts he had once had, that the "Russian Binzokhov" made it clear that he wanted to end this beast that plagued Europe, and this strengthened his determination to stay and complete the task.He decided either to end the disaster in Europe or perish himself, which Binair felt was entirely Napoleon's own making.

Bin-Air is attracted to two powerful emotions, yet both support him to realize his desire.The first sentiment was that sacrifice and suffering were necessary in common hardship, so he went to Mozhaisk, where the battle was fiercest, so he left his home and his usual aristocratic life model, and share weal and woe with people like Gerasim.The other sentiment, that of contempt for what is traditional and considered by many to be the happiest, is also a wholly Russian and subconscious sentiment.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the French army had entered Moscow.He knew they had come, but he didn't do anything, he was still carefully arranging and deliberating his ideas.In his imagination, there has never been a vivid scene of Napoleon being assassinated and Napoleon dying as a result of being assassinated. In his heart, he is only filled with the unwillingness and heroism of the imminent sacrifice.

He thought for a long time in the room.Just then the door was opened, and Makar Alexievich appeared at the door.He was obviously drunk at this time, when he found the pistol on the table, he grabbed it unexpectedly and swiftly and ran outside.Just as they were trying to wrest the gun back from the half-mad Makar Alexievich, there was a French knock on the door.

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Two people came in.The one in front was an officer, handsome and handsome, and the other was obviously a soldier or orderly.

Just as Binair was about to evade the French officer, he saw Makar Alexievich poking his head out of the kitchen with a gun in his hand, watching the Frenchman with his uncharacteristically cunning expression, and then Raise the gun and prepare to shoot.

"Come on!" the drunk man yelled and fired.Hearing the shout, the French officer turned his head, and at the moment of the shot, Bin-Air rushed towards him.When Binair grabbed the opponent's hand and raised it upwards, the hand holding the gun hooked the trigger, and with a deafening sound, gunpowder smoke immediately filled the air, covering everyone.The French officer turned pale, turned and ran towards the door.

Forgetting the idea of ​​not revealing that he spoke French, he put down the pistol he had seized, ran up to the French officer, and began to speak French to him.The French officer thought Bin-Air was French, but Bin-Air quickly denied this.But in any case, the French officer was still very grateful to him for saving himself. He spoke to Bin-Air as if he were a brother, and took his arm, who had been promoted to a Frenchman for saving a life, and went to the house with him. walk in.

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The French captain was visibly perplexed by Bin-Air's insistence that he was Russian.The reason is who would refuse such an honorable title!Then he shrugged his shoulders and told Bin-Air helplessly that if he had to be a Russian, that would be the only way to do it, but he would never forget Bin-Air's life-saving grace.

If he had any sensibility, he would soon see what Bin-Air was feeling.Bin-air was about to leave him, but the man's naive obtuseness about his surroundings disarmed Bin-air again.They talked about the battle of Polagello, and they also talked about the Paris of this French captain named Lambert.

Ramba was so simple, kind, and pleasant that Bin-Air could not help looking at him with pleasure, almost winking at him.But as soon as the captain left, Bin-Air suddenly became conscious, and he knew the situation he was in.At this time, it was not the occupation of Moscow that made Binair sad, nor was it that those who won became the masters of the city, but his own weakness.A few glasses of wine and a conversation with this kind man relieved Bin-Air of the unpleasant mood that had been haunting him for the past few days.In that state Bin-Air passed through several unforgettable days, the painful experiences which were necessary to the carrying out and carrying out of his plans.Guns, daggers, and peasant costumes are all ready, and Napoleon will soon be entering the city.Bin-Air believed that getting rid of this demon was of great significance in itself, but he might not be able to do it.Inwardly he struggled with his own weakness, but he always felt that he had not overcome it.His own thoughts of vengeance, assassination, and self-sacrifice disappeared when he came into contact with the first Frenchman.

"I must go at once, I can't talk to this man any more," Bin-Air thought, but he sat still.His weakness nailed him to where he was now, and he wanted to get out but couldn't.

Afterwards the French captain told Bin-Air the story of his ancestors, of his own past and present, with a light and frank heart.After listening to the captain's narration, he gradually understood everything about him, and soon, his own story flooded into his mind.After listening to the captain's love story, he suddenly remembered his love for Natess.He replayed all the scenes of this love in his mind and compared it with the love story of Langba.

Under Langba's questioning, Bin-Air told his love story.He said that he only loved one woman in the past and now in his life, and this woman will never belong to him in his life. "Platonic love, illusory..." He said softly.I don't know if it was because of the few glasses of wine he drank, or the desire to confess, but Bin-Air's words immediately increased.

Because he was questioned by Lang Ba, he said something he never wanted to say, which was his identity and current status, and he even told him what his name was.Bin Air's confession surprised the French captain. He was surprised that Bin Air was rich and that he could abandon everything, conceal his identity and status, and stay in Moscow.

Together they went out of the house and watched the light that illuminated the city.While intoxicated by the night, he suddenly remembered his plan, and his consciousness began to blur.Without even saying good-bye to his new friend, he retired to his room and fell asleep.

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The residents who fled on foot or by car and the fleeing army looked at the red light of the fire on September [-] from many roads with different moods.

Rostav's own convoy stopped at Mytishchi, twenty miles from Moscow, that night.A servant standing on the roof of the carriage saw a small fire in the darkness.There was another fire, which everyone had seen long ago, and it must have been set by Mamonov's Cossacks at Klein Mytishchi.

"Look, what a fire! God, you can see the ravens flying in the sky. God, forgive us sinful people!"

"Perhaps a fire is being put out there," said one of them. "Who is it?" said Danilo Terenditch in a calm and slow voice, "this is Moscow, our holy mother..." He could not go on, and wept like an old man.It was as if everyone had been waiting for the cry, and they had seen all the meaning of it as they looked at the firelight, and immediately there came sighs, prayers, and sobs.

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The servant reported the situation of the fire in Moscow to the earl. After hearing this, the earl put on his clothes and came out to check. Martha and Mrs. Shaws also came out, and Nates and her mother stayed in the room.Biga no longer travels with his family, he has already set off to a new battlefield with the regiment.

Hearing the news of the fire in Moscow, his wife burst into tears, and Natess stood pale on a chair under the icon, staring at her eyes, but paid no attention to what her father said.Since this morning, when Martha had somehow told her about Duke Andryle's injury and being in their train, she had been in a state of stupor.

(End of this chapter)