Chapter Summaries: Dole: Princess Mariya comes down into the drawing-room. Anatol's self-reliance. His behavior towards women. Liza's liveliness. General conversation. Prince Nikolai's thoughts concerning the prospective suitor. Prince Bolkonsky takes offence at his daughter's hair. Prince Vasili's proposals. Effect of Anatol on the women of the household. Mlle. Bourienne aspirations. "Ma pauvre mere." Anatol's breach of etiquette misinterpreted.
Briggs: Anatole impresses the ladies, but not the old prince.
Maude: Lise, Mademoiselle Bourienne, Mary, Anatole and old Bolkonski
Translation:
IV. When Princess Marya rose into the room, Prince Vasiliy with his son were already in the living room, talking with the little princess and m-lle Bourienne. When she entered with her heavy gait, stepping on her heels, the men and m-lle Bourienne rose, and the small princess pointed at her. The men said: that Marie!348 Princess Marya saw all and in detail. She saw the face of Prince Vasiliy, in an instant seriously stopped to see the princess and immediately again smiled, and the face of the little princesses, reading with curiosity the impressions on the face of the guests, which was produced on them by Marie. She saw m-lle Bourienne with her ribbon, her beautiful face, and her busy, as never before, look, staring at him; but she could not see him, she saw only something great, bright and beautiful, moving to her, when she entered into the room. First to her came up Prince Vasiliy, and she kissed his bald head, leaning forward above her hand, and answered to his words, that she, oppositely, very well remembered him. Then to her came up Anatole. She all the more did not see him. She only felt the gentle hand firmly taking her hand, and lightly touched it to his white forehead, above which was attached beautiful light brown hair. When she looked at him, his beauty struck her. Anatole, laying down the big finger of his right hand behind his buttoned uniform, with a curved forward breast, but stepping backwards — back, shaking one set aside foot and slightly bowing his head, silently, funnily looking at the princess, apparently completely not thinking about her. Anatole was not resourceful, not quick and not eloquent in conversations, but he was precious for the light ability of calmness and invariable confidence. The silent at first acquaintance was not a self-confident person and showed a consciousness of indecentness at this silence and wished to find something, as this was no good; but Anatole kept silent, rocked his foot, funnily watching the hairstyle of the princess. It was seen that he so calmly could be silent for very long. "Should this silence be awkward for someone, then talk, but I do not want to," as if he said by this view. Besides Anatole being this outstanding with women in this manner, which only more inspired women’s curiosity, fear and even love, — this manner of contemptuous consciousness was his superiority. As if he said by this with his look: “You know, and I know, that with you I am messing around? But you really would be glad!" Maybe that is not what he thought meeting with women (and even probably this was not, because of how little at all he thought), but in him was such a view and such a manner. The princess felt this and, as if wishing to show him that she did not dare to think about that, so that to take him, turned to the old prince. The conversation was going commonly and lively, thanks to the voice and lip with the mustache, rising above the white teeth of the little princess. She met Prince Vasiliy with that reception of jokes, which is often used by chatty and fun people and which consists in that between people, with which so turning, suggest to themselves long time established jokes and in part, partly not to all famous, funny memories, then as these memories are not as theirs and was not between the little princess and Prince Vasiliy. Prince Vasiliy willingly succumbed to this tone; the small princess was involved in this memory of never formerly funny incidents and Anatole, whom she almost did not know. M-lle Bourienne too shared these general memories, and even Princess Marya with pleasure felt and herself retracted into this fun memory. — Here, at least, we now quite employ you, sweet prince, — said the small princess, of course in French, to Prince Vasiliy, — This is not so, as in our evenings at Annette’s, where you always run away. Remember this pretty Annette?349 — Ah, and you did not come to speak to me about politics, as Annette! — But our tea table? — Ah, yes! — From what have you never been at Annette’s? — asked the small princess to Anatole. — Ah! I know, I know, — she said, winking, — your brother Ippolit to me talked about your affairs. — Ah! — she threatened him with a finger. — Still in Paris your pranks are known! — But he, Ippolit, you did not speak to? — said Prince Vasiliy (turning to his son and grabbing for the hand of the princess, as if she wanted to to run away, but he barely had time to hold it), — But he did not speak to you, as he himself, Ippolit, withered out by the nice princess and as she drove him from home?350 Ah! this pearl of a woman, princess!351 — he turned to the princess. With their parties m-lle Bourienne did not miss the case in the word of Paris to march too into the common conversation of memories. She allowed herself to ask, whether it was a long time since Anatole had left Paris, and how he liked this city. Anatole quite willingly responded to the Frenchwoman and, smiling, looking at her, talked with her about her fatherland. Seeing pretty Bourienne, Anatole decided that here, at Bald Mountains, will be not boring. "Very not bad! — he thought, looking around her, — very not bad is this companion.352 I hope that she will take her with herself, when she come for me, he thought, —very, very not bad."353 The old prince leisurely dressed in his office, frowning and pondering about what to do. The arrival of these guests angered him. "What for me is Prince Vasiliy and his son? Prince Vasiliy is a braggart, empty, and well his son should be good,” he grumbled about himself. He was angry that the arrival of these guests lifted in his soul an unsolved, constantly muffled question, — the question, about which the old prince was always himself betrayed by. The question consisted in this; whether he will decide now to part with Princess Marya and give her a husband. The prince never decided to ask himself this question, knowing ahead how he would reply by justice, but justice was contradicted more by the feeling throughout the opportunity of his life. Life without Princess Marya was for Prince Nikolay Andreyevich, despite how he, it seemed, was little cherished by her, was unthinkable. "And for why does she exit to get married? — he thought, — to maybe be miserable. Out was Liza for Andrey (a better husband now, it seems, difficult find), but she isn’t happy with this fate? And who will take her out of love? Bad, awkward. Take for communication, for wealth. And do they not live as girls? Still happier!" So thought, dressing, Prince Nikolay Andreevich, but together with that all deferred questions demanded an immediate decision. Prince Vasiliy brought his son, obviously, with the intention to make a proposal and, probably, now or tomorrow will require a direct answer. The name, the position in the world is decent. "What’s the same, I am not against it, — spoke the prince to himself, — but let him be worthy of it. Here this is what we will see." — This is what we will see, — he spoke out loud. — This is what we will see. And he, as always, with peppy steps entered into the living room, quickly threw his eyes at all, seeing the change of dress in the little princess, the ribbon of Bourienne, the ugly hairstyle of Princess Marya, the smile of Bourienne and Anatole, and the loneliness of the princess in the overall conversation. "Cleaned, as a fool! — he thought, viciously looking at his daughter. — No shame: but he does not want to know her!" He came up to Prince Vasiliy. — Well, hello, hello; glad to see. — For the sweetheart of my friends seven versts is not near, — began talking Prince Vasiliy, as always, quickly, self-confidently and familiarly. — Here is my second, I beg love and favor. Prince Nikolay Andreevich looked around at Anatole. — Well done, well done! — he said, — Well, go on, kiss, — and he set up his cheek. Anatole kissed the old man and curiously and completely calmly watched him, expecting, if soon something will happen against him from the promised by his father eccentric. Prince Nikolay Andreevich sat down on his ordinary place on the corner of the couch, moved to himself a chair for Prince Vasiliy, pointed it out to him and began to question him about political deeds and the news. He listened as if with attention to the story of Prince Vasiliy, yet incessantly looked at Princess Marya. — So really from Potsdam they write? — he repeated the last words of Prince Vasiliy and suddenly, getting up, came up to his daughter. — This is for the guests you are so cleaned, ah? — he said. — Good, very good. You for a guest are combed newly, but I for a guest say to you that in the future do not dare to change clothes without preparation or demand. — I am, father,354 to blame for this, — blushing, interceded the small princess. — You are complete with your will, — said Prince Nikolay Andreevich, barking before his daughter-in-law, — but for you to mutilate her yourself there is nothing — and so bad. And he again sat down in place, not turning more attention to the tears brought to his daughter. — The opposite, this hairstyle extremely goes with the princess, — said Prince Vasiliy. — Well, father, the young prince, how to call him? — said Prince Nikolay Andreevich, turning to Anatole, — Go here, talk, introduce. "Here now begins the fun," thought Anatole and with a smile hooked to the old prince. — Well, here is what: you, my sweet, speak, for the educated abroad. It is not so, as we with your father’s clerk taught literacy. Say to me, my sweet, you now serve in the horse guard? — asked the old man, closely and intently looking at Anatole. — No, I moved to the army, — was the response of Anatole, barely holding on from laughter. — Ah! Good business. What’s the same, you want to, my sweet, serve the tsar and the homeland? Time in the military. Such well done service is needed, service is needed. What the same, in the front? — No, prince. Our regiment came forward. But I am registered. In what am I registered, papa? — turned Anatole with a laugh to his father. — Gloriously serve, gloriously. In what am I registered! Ha ha ha! — bursted out laughing Prince Nikolay Andreevich. And Anatole bursted out laughing still louder. Suddenly Prince Nikolay Andreevich frowned. — Well, go on, — he said to Anatole. Anatole with a smile came up again to the lady. — Because of you they were for abroad brought up, Prince Vasiliy? Ah? — turned the old prince to Prince Vasiliy. — I did what I could; and I to you say, that their upbringing is much better than ours. — Yes, now all is another, all is new. Well done little one! Well done! Well, come to me. He took Prince Vasiliy below the arm and led him into the office. Prince Vasiliy, staying one-on-one with the prince, immediately again declared to him his desires and hopes. —What the same you think, — angrily said the old prince, — that I hold her and cannot part? Imagine yourself! — he spoke angrily. — I am as though tomorrow! I only say to you that I my son-in-law want to know better. You know my rules: everything open! I tomorrow for you will ask: if she wants to, then let it live. Let it live, I'll see. — the prince snorted. — Let her exit, I don’t care, — he shouted in that piercing voice which he shouted at the goodbye with his son. — I say all to you, — said Prince Vasiliy in the tone of a cunning person, convinced at the unnecessary trick before the discernment of the interlocutor. — Because you see through people. Anatole is not genius, but is honest, a little kind, a beautiful son and native. — Well, well, okay, I see. As it always is for lonely women, long living without male society, at the appearance of Anatole all three women in the house of Prince Nikolay Andreevich equally felt that their lives were not life before this time. The power to think, feel, and watch was instantly tenfold in all of them, and as if their life, before still occurred in gloom, was suddenly illuminated with new, full meanings of light. Princess Marya did not quite think and did not remember about her face and hairstyle. The beautiful, open face of the man, which, maybe, will be her husband, absorbed all her attention. He to her seemed nice, brave, decisive, courageous and magnanimous. She was convinced at this. Thousands of dreams about the future family of life incessantly sprang up in her imagination. She drove away and tried to hide them. "But whether I am not too cold with him? — thought Princess Marya. — I try to restrain myself, because of how in the depth of my soul I feel myself to him already too close; but because he does not know only what/that I think about him, and may imagine himself that he is unpleasant to me." And Princess Marya tried and was not able to be kind with the new guest. “Poor thing! Damn bad!"355 thought Anatole about her. M-lle Bourienne, also lifted at the arrival of Anatole to a high measure of excitement, thought in another kind. Surely, this beautiful young girl without a certain situation in the world, without relatives, friends and even a homeland would not think to devote her life services to Prince Nikolay Andreyevich, reading him books and being a friend to Princess Marya. M-lle Bourienne for a long time was waiting for this Russian prince, who right away would be able to estimate her superiority above the Russian, bad, and badly dressed, awkward princess, fall in love with her and take her away; and here this Russian prince, finally, had arrived. In m-lle Bourienne was the story, heard from her aunt and finished by herself, which she loved to repeat in her imagination. This was a story about how a seduced girl was presented to her poor mother, sa pauvre mère, and was reproached by her for how she without marriage gave back the man. M-lle Bourienne often started off to tears, in imagination telling him, the seducer, this story. Now this he, the present Russian prince, appeared. He will take her away, then will appear to her poor mother,356 and he will marry her. So evolved in the head of m-lle Bourienne all of her future story in most of that time as she talked with him about Paris. No calculations led m-lle Bourienne (she even for minutes did not consider what to do), but all this was already for a long time ready in her and now only grouped about the appeared Anatole, to which she wanted and tried, as much as she could, to like. The small princess, as an old regimental horse, upon hearing the sound of pipes, unconscious and forgetting her position, prepared to habitually gallop in coquetry, without holding back every thought or fight, but with a naive, frivolous fun. Despite that, how Anatole in female society set himself usually in the position of a man who was bothered by the running around behind him women, he felt conceited pleasure, seeing his impact on these three women. Besides this he started to test the pretty and defiant Воurienne with that passionate, brutal sense, which was found in him with an extreme speed and prompted him to very rude and bold deeds. The society after tea passed onto the sofa, and the princess was asked to play on the clavichord. Anatole leaned on before her beside m-lle Bourienne, and his eyes, laughing and rejoicing, looked at Princess Marya. Princess Marya with painful and joyful excitement felt on herself his look. Her favorite sonata carried over her in the most sincerely poetic peace, but she felt in herself the look attached to this peace a bigger poetry. The same look of Anatole, although it was directed at her, was not related to her, but to the movements of the legs of m-lle Bourienne, which he at this time touched with his foot under the piano. M-lle Bourienne also watched the princess, and in her beautiful eyes was a too new for Princess Marya expression of scared joys and hopes. "How she loves me! — thought Princess Marya. — How I am happy now and how I can be happy with such a friend and such a husband! Is it really a husband?" she thought, not daring to take a look at his face, feeling all that same look, aspiring in herself. In the evening, now after dinner became dispersed, Anatole kissed the hand of the princess. She did not know herself, where she had got the courage, but she looked at the approaching her myopic eyes beautiful face. After the princess he came up to the hand of m-lle Bourienne (this was indecent, but he did everything so confidently and simply), and m-lle Bourienne flared up and scaredly looked at the princess. “What delicacy,"357 — thought the princess. — Is it really Amélie (so was called m-lle Bourienne) thinking that I can be so jealous of her and not appreciate her blank tenderness and loyalty to me? — she came up to m-lle Bourienne and kissed her hard. Anatole came up to the hand of the little princess. — No, no, no! When your father writes me that you yourself lead well, then I will give you a hand to kiss. Not before.358 — And, holding up a little finger and smiling, she exited from the room. 348. Voilà Marie! (Here is Marie!) 349. cette chère Annette! (that dear Annette!) 350. le mettait à la porte? (kicked out the door?) 351. — Oh! C’est la perle des femmes, princesse! (- Oh! This is the pearl of women, princess!) 352. demoiselle de compagnie. (lady companion.) 353. la petite est gentille (the little one is nice) 354. mon père, (my father,) 355. La pauvre fille! Elle est diablement laide, (The poor girl! She is devilishly ugly,) 356. ma pauvre mère, (my poor mother,) 357. “Quelle délicatesse" ("What delicacy") 358. Non, non, non! Quand votre père m’écrira, que vous vous conduisez bien, je vous donnerai ma main à baiser. Pas avant. (No no no! When your father writes to me, that you behave well, I will give you my hand to kiss. Not before.) Time: See previous chapter.
Locations: Lysyya Gory
Mentioned: Annette's (Anna Pavlovna's soirees), Paris, Potsdam, the front, abroad is mentioned in general, Russian
Pevear and Volkhonsky Notes: Marya does not “see” Anatole. Anatole is like his brother. He is not intelligent, but is sure of himself. He is unaffected. He could remain silent for a long time, like Berg. Not needing to talk, not having to talk, is seen as a negative, perhaps because it means that you aren't engaging with people, but just as likely, it is a symbol for Tolstoy that a person doesn't have a lot going on inside their head. “He generally thought little”. Opposite of Pierre in every way.
Briggs: Anatole impresses the ladies, but not the old prince.
Maude: Lise, Mademoiselle Bourienne, Mary, Anatole and old Bolkonski
Translation:
IV. When Princess Marya rose into the room, Prince Vasiliy with his son were already in the living room, talking with the little princess and m-lle Bourienne. When she entered with her heavy gait, stepping on her heels, the men and m-lle Bourienne rose, and the small princess pointed at her. The men said: that Marie!348 Princess Marya saw all and in detail. She saw the face of Prince Vasiliy, in an instant seriously stopped to see the princess and immediately again smiled, and the face of the little princesses, reading with curiosity the impressions on the face of the guests, which was produced on them by Marie. She saw m-lle Bourienne with her ribbon, her beautiful face, and her busy, as never before, look, staring at him; but she could not see him, she saw only something great, bright and beautiful, moving to her, when she entered into the room. First to her came up Prince Vasiliy, and she kissed his bald head, leaning forward above her hand, and answered to his words, that she, oppositely, very well remembered him. Then to her came up Anatole. She all the more did not see him. She only felt the gentle hand firmly taking her hand, and lightly touched it to his white forehead, above which was attached beautiful light brown hair. When she looked at him, his beauty struck her. Anatole, laying down the big finger of his right hand behind his buttoned uniform, with a curved forward breast, but stepping backwards — back, shaking one set aside foot and slightly bowing his head, silently, funnily looking at the princess, apparently completely not thinking about her. Anatole was not resourceful, not quick and not eloquent in conversations, but he was precious for the light ability of calmness and invariable confidence. The silent at first acquaintance was not a self-confident person and showed a consciousness of indecentness at this silence and wished to find something, as this was no good; but Anatole kept silent, rocked his foot, funnily watching the hairstyle of the princess. It was seen that he so calmly could be silent for very long. "Should this silence be awkward for someone, then talk, but I do not want to," as if he said by this view. Besides Anatole being this outstanding with women in this manner, which only more inspired women’s curiosity, fear and even love, — this manner of contemptuous consciousness was his superiority. As if he said by this with his look: “You know, and I know, that with you I am messing around? But you really would be glad!" Maybe that is not what he thought meeting with women (and even probably this was not, because of how little at all he thought), but in him was such a view and such a manner. The princess felt this and, as if wishing to show him that she did not dare to think about that, so that to take him, turned to the old prince. The conversation was going commonly and lively, thanks to the voice and lip with the mustache, rising above the white teeth of the little princess. She met Prince Vasiliy with that reception of jokes, which is often used by chatty and fun people and which consists in that between people, with which so turning, suggest to themselves long time established jokes and in part, partly not to all famous, funny memories, then as these memories are not as theirs and was not between the little princess and Prince Vasiliy. Prince Vasiliy willingly succumbed to this tone; the small princess was involved in this memory of never formerly funny incidents and Anatole, whom she almost did not know. M-lle Bourienne too shared these general memories, and even Princess Marya with pleasure felt and herself retracted into this fun memory. — Here, at least, we now quite employ you, sweet prince, — said the small princess, of course in French, to Prince Vasiliy, — This is not so, as in our evenings at Annette’s, where you always run away. Remember this pretty Annette?349 — Ah, and you did not come to speak to me about politics, as Annette! — But our tea table? — Ah, yes! — From what have you never been at Annette’s? — asked the small princess to Anatole. — Ah! I know, I know, — she said, winking, — your brother Ippolit to me talked about your affairs. — Ah! — she threatened him with a finger. — Still in Paris your pranks are known! — But he, Ippolit, you did not speak to? — said Prince Vasiliy (turning to his son and grabbing for the hand of the princess, as if she wanted to to run away, but he barely had time to hold it), — But he did not speak to you, as he himself, Ippolit, withered out by the nice princess and as she drove him from home?350 Ah! this pearl of a woman, princess!351 — he turned to the princess. With their parties m-lle Bourienne did not miss the case in the word of Paris to march too into the common conversation of memories. She allowed herself to ask, whether it was a long time since Anatole had left Paris, and how he liked this city. Anatole quite willingly responded to the Frenchwoman and, smiling, looking at her, talked with her about her fatherland. Seeing pretty Bourienne, Anatole decided that here, at Bald Mountains, will be not boring. "Very not bad! — he thought, looking around her, — very not bad is this companion.352 I hope that she will take her with herself, when she come for me, he thought, —very, very not bad."353 The old prince leisurely dressed in his office, frowning and pondering about what to do. The arrival of these guests angered him. "What for me is Prince Vasiliy and his son? Prince Vasiliy is a braggart, empty, and well his son should be good,” he grumbled about himself. He was angry that the arrival of these guests lifted in his soul an unsolved, constantly muffled question, — the question, about which the old prince was always himself betrayed by. The question consisted in this; whether he will decide now to part with Princess Marya and give her a husband. The prince never decided to ask himself this question, knowing ahead how he would reply by justice, but justice was contradicted more by the feeling throughout the opportunity of his life. Life without Princess Marya was for Prince Nikolay Andreyevich, despite how he, it seemed, was little cherished by her, was unthinkable. "And for why does she exit to get married? — he thought, — to maybe be miserable. Out was Liza for Andrey (a better husband now, it seems, difficult find), but she isn’t happy with this fate? And who will take her out of love? Bad, awkward. Take for communication, for wealth. And do they not live as girls? Still happier!" So thought, dressing, Prince Nikolay Andreevich, but together with that all deferred questions demanded an immediate decision. Prince Vasiliy brought his son, obviously, with the intention to make a proposal and, probably, now or tomorrow will require a direct answer. The name, the position in the world is decent. "What’s the same, I am not against it, — spoke the prince to himself, — but let him be worthy of it. Here this is what we will see." — This is what we will see, — he spoke out loud. — This is what we will see. And he, as always, with peppy steps entered into the living room, quickly threw his eyes at all, seeing the change of dress in the little princess, the ribbon of Bourienne, the ugly hairstyle of Princess Marya, the smile of Bourienne and Anatole, and the loneliness of the princess in the overall conversation. "Cleaned, as a fool! — he thought, viciously looking at his daughter. — No shame: but he does not want to know her!" He came up to Prince Vasiliy. — Well, hello, hello; glad to see. — For the sweetheart of my friends seven versts is not near, — began talking Prince Vasiliy, as always, quickly, self-confidently and familiarly. — Here is my second, I beg love and favor. Prince Nikolay Andreevich looked around at Anatole. — Well done, well done! — he said, — Well, go on, kiss, — and he set up his cheek. Anatole kissed the old man and curiously and completely calmly watched him, expecting, if soon something will happen against him from the promised by his father eccentric. Prince Nikolay Andreevich sat down on his ordinary place on the corner of the couch, moved to himself a chair for Prince Vasiliy, pointed it out to him and began to question him about political deeds and the news. He listened as if with attention to the story of Prince Vasiliy, yet incessantly looked at Princess Marya. — So really from Potsdam they write? — he repeated the last words of Prince Vasiliy and suddenly, getting up, came up to his daughter. — This is for the guests you are so cleaned, ah? — he said. — Good, very good. You for a guest are combed newly, but I for a guest say to you that in the future do not dare to change clothes without preparation or demand. — I am, father,354 to blame for this, — blushing, interceded the small princess. — You are complete with your will, — said Prince Nikolay Andreevich, barking before his daughter-in-law, — but for you to mutilate her yourself there is nothing — and so bad. And he again sat down in place, not turning more attention to the tears brought to his daughter. — The opposite, this hairstyle extremely goes with the princess, — said Prince Vasiliy. — Well, father, the young prince, how to call him? — said Prince Nikolay Andreevich, turning to Anatole, — Go here, talk, introduce. "Here now begins the fun," thought Anatole and with a smile hooked to the old prince. — Well, here is what: you, my sweet, speak, for the educated abroad. It is not so, as we with your father’s clerk taught literacy. Say to me, my sweet, you now serve in the horse guard? — asked the old man, closely and intently looking at Anatole. — No, I moved to the army, — was the response of Anatole, barely holding on from laughter. — Ah! Good business. What’s the same, you want to, my sweet, serve the tsar and the homeland? Time in the military. Such well done service is needed, service is needed. What the same, in the front? — No, prince. Our regiment came forward. But I am registered. In what am I registered, papa? — turned Anatole with a laugh to his father. — Gloriously serve, gloriously. In what am I registered! Ha ha ha! — bursted out laughing Prince Nikolay Andreevich. And Anatole bursted out laughing still louder. Suddenly Prince Nikolay Andreevich frowned. — Well, go on, — he said to Anatole. Anatole with a smile came up again to the lady. — Because of you they were for abroad brought up, Prince Vasiliy? Ah? — turned the old prince to Prince Vasiliy. — I did what I could; and I to you say, that their upbringing is much better than ours. — Yes, now all is another, all is new. Well done little one! Well done! Well, come to me. He took Prince Vasiliy below the arm and led him into the office. Prince Vasiliy, staying one-on-one with the prince, immediately again declared to him his desires and hopes. —What the same you think, — angrily said the old prince, — that I hold her and cannot part? Imagine yourself! — he spoke angrily. — I am as though tomorrow! I only say to you that I my son-in-law want to know better. You know my rules: everything open! I tomorrow for you will ask: if she wants to, then let it live. Let it live, I'll see. — the prince snorted. — Let her exit, I don’t care, — he shouted in that piercing voice which he shouted at the goodbye with his son. — I say all to you, — said Prince Vasiliy in the tone of a cunning person, convinced at the unnecessary trick before the discernment of the interlocutor. — Because you see through people. Anatole is not genius, but is honest, a little kind, a beautiful son and native. — Well, well, okay, I see. As it always is for lonely women, long living without male society, at the appearance of Anatole all three women in the house of Prince Nikolay Andreevich equally felt that their lives were not life before this time. The power to think, feel, and watch was instantly tenfold in all of them, and as if their life, before still occurred in gloom, was suddenly illuminated with new, full meanings of light. Princess Marya did not quite think and did not remember about her face and hairstyle. The beautiful, open face of the man, which, maybe, will be her husband, absorbed all her attention. He to her seemed nice, brave, decisive, courageous and magnanimous. She was convinced at this. Thousands of dreams about the future family of life incessantly sprang up in her imagination. She drove away and tried to hide them. "But whether I am not too cold with him? — thought Princess Marya. — I try to restrain myself, because of how in the depth of my soul I feel myself to him already too close; but because he does not know only what/that I think about him, and may imagine himself that he is unpleasant to me." And Princess Marya tried and was not able to be kind with the new guest. “Poor thing! Damn bad!"355 thought Anatole about her. M-lle Bourienne, also lifted at the arrival of Anatole to a high measure of excitement, thought in another kind. Surely, this beautiful young girl without a certain situation in the world, without relatives, friends and even a homeland would not think to devote her life services to Prince Nikolay Andreyevich, reading him books and being a friend to Princess Marya. M-lle Bourienne for a long time was waiting for this Russian prince, who right away would be able to estimate her superiority above the Russian, bad, and badly dressed, awkward princess, fall in love with her and take her away; and here this Russian prince, finally, had arrived. In m-lle Bourienne was the story, heard from her aunt and finished by herself, which she loved to repeat in her imagination. This was a story about how a seduced girl was presented to her poor mother, sa pauvre mère, and was reproached by her for how she without marriage gave back the man. M-lle Bourienne often started off to tears, in imagination telling him, the seducer, this story. Now this he, the present Russian prince, appeared. He will take her away, then will appear to her poor mother,356 and he will marry her. So evolved in the head of m-lle Bourienne all of her future story in most of that time as she talked with him about Paris. No calculations led m-lle Bourienne (she even for minutes did not consider what to do), but all this was already for a long time ready in her and now only grouped about the appeared Anatole, to which she wanted and tried, as much as she could, to like. The small princess, as an old regimental horse, upon hearing the sound of pipes, unconscious and forgetting her position, prepared to habitually gallop in coquetry, without holding back every thought or fight, but with a naive, frivolous fun. Despite that, how Anatole in female society set himself usually in the position of a man who was bothered by the running around behind him women, he felt conceited pleasure, seeing his impact on these three women. Besides this he started to test the pretty and defiant Воurienne with that passionate, brutal sense, which was found in him with an extreme speed and prompted him to very rude and bold deeds. The society after tea passed onto the sofa, and the princess was asked to play on the clavichord. Anatole leaned on before her beside m-lle Bourienne, and his eyes, laughing and rejoicing, looked at Princess Marya. Princess Marya with painful and joyful excitement felt on herself his look. Her favorite sonata carried over her in the most sincerely poetic peace, but she felt in herself the look attached to this peace a bigger poetry. The same look of Anatole, although it was directed at her, was not related to her, but to the movements of the legs of m-lle Bourienne, which he at this time touched with his foot under the piano. M-lle Bourienne also watched the princess, and in her beautiful eyes was a too new for Princess Marya expression of scared joys and hopes. "How she loves me! — thought Princess Marya. — How I am happy now and how I can be happy with such a friend and such a husband! Is it really a husband?" she thought, not daring to take a look at his face, feeling all that same look, aspiring in herself. In the evening, now after dinner became dispersed, Anatole kissed the hand of the princess. She did not know herself, where she had got the courage, but she looked at the approaching her myopic eyes beautiful face. After the princess he came up to the hand of m-lle Bourienne (this was indecent, but he did everything so confidently and simply), and m-lle Bourienne flared up and scaredly looked at the princess. “What delicacy,"357 — thought the princess. — Is it really Amélie (so was called m-lle Bourienne) thinking that I can be so jealous of her and not appreciate her blank tenderness and loyalty to me? — she came up to m-lle Bourienne and kissed her hard. Anatole came up to the hand of the little princess. — No, no, no! When your father writes me that you yourself lead well, then I will give you a hand to kiss. Not before.358 — And, holding up a little finger and smiling, she exited from the room. 348. Voilà Marie! (Here is Marie!) 349. cette chère Annette! (that dear Annette!) 350. le mettait à la porte? (kicked out the door?) 351. — Oh! C’est la perle des femmes, princesse! (- Oh! This is the pearl of women, princess!) 352. demoiselle de compagnie. (lady companion.) 353. la petite est gentille (the little one is nice) 354. mon père, (my father,) 355. La pauvre fille! Elle est diablement laide, (The poor girl! She is devilishly ugly,) 356. ma pauvre mère, (my poor mother,) 357. “Quelle délicatesse" ("What delicacy") 358. Non, non, non! Quand votre père m’écrira, que vous vous conduisez bien, je vous donnerai ma main à baiser. Pas avant. (No no no! When your father writes to me, that you behave well, I will give you my hand to kiss. Not before.) Time: See previous chapter.
Locations: Lysyya Gory
Mentioned: Annette's (Anna Pavlovna's soirees), Paris, Potsdam, the front, abroad is mentioned in general, Russian
Pevear and Volkhonsky Notes: Marya does not “see” Anatole. Anatole is like his brother. He is not intelligent, but is sure of himself. He is unaffected. He could remain silent for a long time, like Berg. Not needing to talk, not having to talk, is seen as a negative, perhaps because it means that you aren't engaging with people, but just as likely, it is a symbol for Tolstoy that a person doesn't have a lot going on inside their head. “He generally thought little”. Opposite of Pierre in every way.
The little princess has a false tone, one that assumes or demonstrates some sort of familiarity when there is none.
The French connection of Anatole and Mlle Bourienne and the seeds are instantly sown for the “betrayal” (though it isn’t really a betrayal other than on false pretenses Anatole has come, he is insincere).
Prince Bolkonsky on the other hand, has to come to head with what he has been avoiding. He is attached to his daughter, does not want to let her go, but does not want to keep her and trap her. His sexism, in his thoughts about his
daughter, is somewhat flipped. Now men are not good enough. He is also insincere in his greeting to Vassily.
daughter, is somewhat flipped. Now men are not good enough. He is also insincere in his greeting to Vassily.
Of course, the prince humiliates his daughter in front of the guests. Then Anatole humiliates himself by not knowing where he is enlisted in. In his conversation with Vassily, we see the same strangeness and contradiction in his speech.
It is all fine to me, as if he doesn’t care, then his conditions, then as if he is rejecting his conditions, insisting anything is fine with him. This is just like Andrei’s exit.
It is all fine to me, as if he doesn’t care, then his conditions, then as if he is rejecting his conditions, insisting anything is fine with him. This is just like Andrei’s exit.
Anatole gives the women meaning, even Marya, who gets caught up in the idea of marrying him and what life will be like with him.
And now we get Mlle Bourinee’s motivation. The Russian prince will carry her off. She wants to be rescued from her life by a man. She does not think, she does not plan. Like the Kuragins.
But Anatole is an animal, urged to act. He is improper. He breaks the niceties and does so boldly.
Characters (characters who do not appear, but are mentioned are placed in italics. First appearances are in Bold. First mentions are underlined. Final appearance denoted by *):
Princess Mariya (also “Marie”)
Prince Vasili Kuragin
Anatol
Princess Liza (also “The little princess”)
Mlle. Bourienne (revealed to be named “Amelie”)
Anna Pavlovna (just “Annette”)
Ippolit
Prince Nikolai Andreyitch
Andrei
Czar Alexander (just “tsar”)
Mlle. Bourienne’s aunt
Abridged Versions: Dole: line break after “Very good, we shall see” and before “as usually happens”
No chapter break in Bell.
Gibian: Chapter 3.
Gibian: Chapter 3.
Fuller: Entire Chapter is cut
Komroff: The description of Anatole’s uniform is cut. A lot of the Vassily description is also cut. Has the line break Dole has. A lot of the rest of the chapter is shortened, almost all of Princess Mary’s internal monologuing is gone and
Bourienne’s thoughts are shortened. Followed by a line break.
Bourienne’s thoughts are shortened. Followed by a line break.
Kropotkin: Seems preserved
Bromfield: addition of Vasily smelling like tobacco, just like her father. It is Champs Elysees, not Paris, that gets Bourienne into the conversation. Anatole complements Marya’s appearance after the father embarrasses her. Prince
Bolkosky’s conversation with Anatole goes a little differently as well, as Anatole tells him that he is in the horse guards, but that there is no real reason he hasn’t reported yet. This flusters the old prince. Same line break as Dole.
Anatole thinks Marya is a kind-hearted girl, seems to be a more positive portrayal of him in this version. No line or chapter break at the end of the chapter.
Simmons: Chapter 3: the second half of the chapter, which has Mary's reflections and Bourienne's imagination, is shortened.
Additional Notes:
Speirs: Page 30: “We are now starting to see something of what it is that produces war. We see it by watching Prince Vasili conducting private campaigns to marry his children to money...Immediately after his victor over Pierre, Vasili directs his forces against the Bolkonskis to appropriate Princess Mary for his son Anatole...Anatole gets himself into the most gaily romantic situations, but like so many happenings in War and Peace they lose their glamour on close inspection. It has become clear to the reader that one does not need to join armies to be in danger”Bolkosky’s conversation with Anatole goes a little differently as well, as Anatole tells him that he is in the horse guards, but that there is no real reason he hasn’t reported yet. This flusters the old prince. Same line break as Dole.
Anatole thinks Marya is a kind-hearted girl, seems to be a more positive portrayal of him in this version. No line or chapter break at the end of the chapter.
Simmons: Chapter 3: the second half of the chapter, which has Mary's reflections and Bourienne's imagination, is shortened.
Additional Notes:
Crankshaw: Page 217: "The other characters are themselves unaware of the existence of a mystery, gloomily selfish when they are unsympathetic, like the old tyrant Prince Bolkonsky or the stiff and arid Prince Kuragin, or when sympathetic, moving through life with self-satisfied smiles”
Kaufman: Page 143: “Might Tolstoy not have sensed more than a little bit of himself in (old) Prince Bolkonsky?”
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