Chapter Summaries: Dole: Kutuzof at Pratzen. The marching of the troops. Prince Andrei's emotions. Kutuzof's behavior toward the Austrian colleague. The emperor and Kutuzof. "Why do we not begin?" The Apsheron regiment. Miloradovitch's charge.
Briggs: Kutuzov at loggerheads with the Emperor.
Translation:
XV. At 8 Kutuzov left on horseback to Pratzen, ahead of the 4th Miloradovichian column, which should have taken the places of the columns of Przybyszewski and Langeron, descended now downwards. He greeted the people from the front of the regiment and gave the order to move, showing that he himself was to lead this column. Leaving to the village of Pratzen, he stopped. Prince Andrey, in the number of a huge quantity of persons forming the suite of the commander in chief, stood behind him. Prince Andrey felt himself thrilled, annoyed and together with that restrainedly calm, how a person is in an offensively long time of coveted minutes. He was firmly sure that now was the day of his Toulon or his Arcole bridge. How this will happen, he did not know, but he was firmly sure that this would be. The terrain and position of our troops were known, as far as they could be known by someone of our army. His own strategic plan, which, obviously, now there was nothing to bring to the entrusted, was forgotten by him. Now, already entered in the plan of Weyrother, Prince Andrey pondered the powerful happening randomness and made new considerations, such as what would be required of him in quick considerations and determination. Leaving downwards, into the fog, he heard the skirmish between the invisible troops. There, it seemed to Prince Andrey, was the focus of the battle, there letting him meet, and "there I will be sent, — he thought, — with a brigade or division, and there with a banner in hand I will go forward and will break all that will be before me." Prince Andrey could not indifferently look at the banners of the passing battalions. Looking at the flags, he thought at all: it may be, this very flag which I will work ahead of the troops. The night fog to the morning left in the heights only frost, going over into dew, in the hollows again the fog spread out as a still milky white sea. Nothing was seen in the hollow on the left, where our troops came down and from where reached the sounds of shooting. Above the heights was a dark, clear sky, and to the right the huge orb of the sun. Ahead, a long way into the guard of foggy seas, were seen the protruding wooded hills, which should have been the enemy army, and something could be seen. To the right marched in the region of the foggy guard, the sounds of stomps and wheels and occasionally brilliant bayonets; left, behind the village, such the same masses of cavalry approached and hid in the sea of fog. In front and back moved the infantry. The commander in chief stood at the departure of the village, skipping the passing by him troops. Kutuzov on this morning seemed exhausted and irritable. The walking past him infantry stopped without orders, obviously, because of how ahead something delayed it. — Yes say again, finally, so that were built in the battalion columns and went to bypass the village, — angrily said Kutuzov to the driving general. — How already do you not understand, your excellency, gracious sir, that stretching out by these narrow streets of the village cannot be, when we go against enemy. — I assumed to build up behind the village, your excellence, — was the response of the general. Kutuzov with gall bursted out laughing. — You will be good, deploying in front of the view of the enemy, very good. — The enemy is still long away, your excellence. By the disposition... — The disposition, — with gall cried out Kutuzov, — but who said this to you?... Kindly do what your order is. — I am listening. —Well, my kind, — said in a whisper Prince Andrey to Nesvitsky, — The old man is strongly not in spirit.383 To Kutuzov jumped up an Austrian officer with a green plume in his hat, in a white uniform, and asked in the name of the emperor: if came forward in the business the fourth column? Kutuzov, not answering him, turned away, and his look accidentally hit onto Prince Andrey, standing beside him. seeing Bolkonsky, Kutuzov softened his evil and caustic expression sight, as he realized that his adjutant was not to blame in what he did. And, not answering the Austrian adjutant, he turned to Bolkonsky; — Go, my dear, look as to whether the third division has passed behind the village. Tell it to stay and wait for my orders.384 Only as Prince Andrey drove off, he stopped him. — And ask if the skirmishers were delivered.— he added. — What are they doing, what are they doing!385 — he spoke about himself, all not answering the Austrian. Prince Andrey galloped to enforce the commission. Overtaking all the marching ahead battalions, he stopped the 3rd division and made sure that, really, ahead of our columns was not rifle rows. The regimental commander of the formerly ahead regiment was very surprised at his delivered from the commander in chief order to sprinkle the shooters. The regimental commander stood here in complete confidence that ahead of him were more troops, and that the enemy may not be nearer than 10 versts. Really, ahead nothing was seen besides desert terrain, leaning forward and covered in thick fog. The order from the name of the commander in chief to perform what was lost, Prince Andrey galloped back. Kutuzov stood all in the same location and, lowering in his saddle his old fat body, heavy yawning, shut his eye. The troops now did not move, but were standing with their guns to their legs. — Okay, okay, — he said to Prince Andrey and turning to the general, which with a watch in hand spoke that it would be time to move, so as all the columns from the left flank had now come down. — Still time, your excellency, — through yawning spoke Kutuzov. — Time! — he repeated. At this time behind Kutuzov was heard the sounds of the greetings of regiments and these voices fastly approached by all the extent of the sprawling lines of the advancing Russians columns. It was seen that those he greeted rode soon. When screamed the soldiers of this regiment, before which stood Kutuzov, he drove off some to the side and, frowning, turned back. By the way of the Pratzen he galloped as appeared a squadron of multi-colored riders. Two of them more largely galloped nearby, ahead of the rest. One was in a black uniform with a white sultan on a ginger angled horse, another in a white uniform on a black horse. These were the two emperors with their suites. Kutuzov, with the affectation of a servant, located in the front, ordered "still" to the standing troops and, saluting, drove to the emperor. All his figure and manner suddenly changed. He accepted the view of a superficial, non-reasoning man. He with the affectation of respectfulness, which, obviously, unpleasantly struck Emperor Aleksandr, drove to and saluted him. The unpleasant impression, only as the leftovers of the fog in a clear sky, ran by the young and happy face of the emperor and disappeared. He was, after ill health, somewhat thinner on this day, than on Olmutz’s field, where he for the first time abroad saw Bolkonsky; but that same charming compound of grandeur and meekness was on his beautiful, gray eyes, and on his thin lips that same opportunity of diverse expressions and prevailing expressions of benign, innocent youth. At Olmutz his look was greater, here he was more fun and more energetic. He flushed some, galloping these three versts, and, stopping his horse, calmly sighed and turned back to such the same young, such the same lively as his, faces of his suite. Chartorizhky, Novosiltsev, Prince Volkonsky, and Stroganov, and others, all richly clothed, funny, young people, on beautiful, groomed, fresh, only a little sweating horses, in conversation and smiling, stopped behind the sovereign. Emperor Franz, a rosy long-faced young person, sat on an extremely beautiful black stallion and with concern and leisure looked around himself. He called upon one of his white adjutants and asked something. "Right, at which hour they left," thought Prince Andrey, watching his old friend, with a smile which he could not hold, remembering his audience. In the suite of the emperors were selected well done orderlies, Russian and Austrian, guards and army regiments. Between them were conducted caretakers in embroidered blankets on beautiful spare royal horses. As if through a dissolved window suddenly the smell of fresh field air into a stuffy room, so the smell in the unhappy Kutuzovian staff of youth, energy and certainty in the success of this jumped up at the brilliant youth. — For what are you not beginning, Mihail Larionovich? — hastily turned Emperor Aleksandr to Kutuzov, in that same time courteously looking at Emperor Franz. — I am waiting, your majesty, — was the response of Kutuzov, respectfully bending forward. The Emperor bent down his ear, frowning a little and showing that he had not heard. — I am waiting, your majesty, — repeated Kutuzov (Prince Andrey saw that in Kutuzov was an unnaturally trembling top lip in that time as he spoke this "waiting"). — Not all the columns are still gathered, your majesty. The sovereign heard, but this answer, apparently, was not liked by him; he shook his stooped shoulders, looked at Novosiltsev standing beside him, as if by this look complained at Kutuzov. — Because we are not on Tsaritsa's Meadow, Mihail Larionovich, where we do not begin a parade while all the regiments have not come out, — said the sovereign, again looking at the eyes of Emperor Franz, as to invite him, if not to accept participation, then to listen to what he said; but Emperor Franz, looking back, did not listen to him. — Because we do not begin, sovereign, — said the sonorous voice of Kutuzov, as to notify the opportunity not to be heard, and in his face was still something trembling. — because we do not begin, sovereign, that we are not in a parade, and not at Tsaritsa's Meadow, — he reprimanded clearly and distinctly. In the suite of the sovereign on all faces, instantly looking at each other, expressed murmur and reproach. "How he is old, or he should not in any way speak that way," expressed this face. The sovereign intently and carefully looked at the eye of Kutuzov, expecting that he will not say something more. But Kutuzov, with his parties, respectfully bent down his head, too, it seemed, seeing this. The silence went on for minutes. — However, if you order, your majesty, — said Kutuzov, raising his head and again changed his tone to the former tone of a dumb, unreasoning, but obeying general. He touched his horse and, calling upon the chief of columns Miloradovich, delivered to him an order to offensive. The army again stirred, and two battalions of the Novgorod regiment and a battalion of the Apsheron regiment set over forward past the sovereign. In that time as passed this Apsheron battalion, rosy Miloradovich, without greatcoats, in uniform, orders and with a hat with a huge sultan, worn on its side and with field marching, jumped out forward and, saluting well, besieged his horse before the sovereign. — With the Lord, general, — the sovereign said to him. — Your majesty, we will do everything that is possible to do, your majesty,386 — was his funny response, with that not less mocking smile at the gentlemen of the suite of the sovereign at his bad French reprimand. Miloradovich coolly turned his horse and began somewhat behind the sovereign. The Apsherons, excited by the presence of the sovereign, in a well done, brisk step beating their legs, passed by the emperors and their suites. — Guys! — shouted the loud, self-confident and fun voice of Miloradovich, apparently, to such an extent the excited sounds of shooting, waited for the battle and looking at the well done Apsherons, still his Suvorovian friends, smartly passing by the emperor that he forgot about the presence of the sovereign. — Guys, it’s not your first village to take! — he shouted. — Glad to try! — shouted the soldiers. The horse of the sovereign dodged from an unexpected scream. This horse, worn by the sovereign still on reviews in Russia, here, on Austerlitz’s field, carried its rider, withstanding his scattered strokes of his left foot, with guarded ears from the noises of the shots, exactly so the same, as it did this on Mars field, not understanding the meanings of these heard shots, or in the neighborhood of the black stallion of Emperor Franz, or only that what was spoken, thought and felt on this day that who rode on it. The sovereign with a smile turned to one of his approximates, pointing at the well done Apsherons, and said something to him. 383. Mon cher, le vieux est d’une humeur de chien (My dear, the old man is in a foul mood) 384. Allez voir, mon cher, si la troisième division a dépassé le village. Dites-lui de s’arrêter et d’attendre mes ordres. (Go and see, my dear, if the third division has passed the village. Tell him to stop and wait for my orders.) 385. Et demandez-lui, si les tirailleurs sont postés, Ce qu’ils font, ce qu’ils font! (And ask him, if the skirmishers are posted, What are they doing, what are they doing!) 386. Ma foi, sire, nous ferons ce que qui sera dans notre possibilité, sire, (My faith, sir, we will do what is in our possibility, sir,) Time: eight o'clock
Locations: the village of Pratzen, Austerlitz
Mentioned: Toulon, bridge of Arcole, Tsaritsyn Field (Tsaritsin Meadow in Dunnigan. Later Mars Field. Mandelker uses Tsarytsin Field in both instances. Maude uses Empress's Field in both. Tsaritsyn Parade Ground the first time in Briggs.) Austrian, Russian, Olmutz, French.
Pevear and Volkhonsky Notes: Kind of a whammy at the first of the chapter, with Kutuzov replacing Pzebyszewski and Langeron, “which had already gone down.”
Briggs: Kutuzov at loggerheads with the Emperor.
Translation:
XV. At 8 Kutuzov left on horseback to Pratzen, ahead of the 4th Miloradovichian column, which should have taken the places of the columns of Przybyszewski and Langeron, descended now downwards. He greeted the people from the front of the regiment and gave the order to move, showing that he himself was to lead this column. Leaving to the village of Pratzen, he stopped. Prince Andrey, in the number of a huge quantity of persons forming the suite of the commander in chief, stood behind him. Prince Andrey felt himself thrilled, annoyed and together with that restrainedly calm, how a person is in an offensively long time of coveted minutes. He was firmly sure that now was the day of his Toulon or his Arcole bridge. How this will happen, he did not know, but he was firmly sure that this would be. The terrain and position of our troops were known, as far as they could be known by someone of our army. His own strategic plan, which, obviously, now there was nothing to bring to the entrusted, was forgotten by him. Now, already entered in the plan of Weyrother, Prince Andrey pondered the powerful happening randomness and made new considerations, such as what would be required of him in quick considerations and determination. Leaving downwards, into the fog, he heard the skirmish between the invisible troops. There, it seemed to Prince Andrey, was the focus of the battle, there letting him meet, and "there I will be sent, — he thought, — with a brigade or division, and there with a banner in hand I will go forward and will break all that will be before me." Prince Andrey could not indifferently look at the banners of the passing battalions. Looking at the flags, he thought at all: it may be, this very flag which I will work ahead of the troops. The night fog to the morning left in the heights only frost, going over into dew, in the hollows again the fog spread out as a still milky white sea. Nothing was seen in the hollow on the left, where our troops came down and from where reached the sounds of shooting. Above the heights was a dark, clear sky, and to the right the huge orb of the sun. Ahead, a long way into the guard of foggy seas, were seen the protruding wooded hills, which should have been the enemy army, and something could be seen. To the right marched in the region of the foggy guard, the sounds of stomps and wheels and occasionally brilliant bayonets; left, behind the village, such the same masses of cavalry approached and hid in the sea of fog. In front and back moved the infantry. The commander in chief stood at the departure of the village, skipping the passing by him troops. Kutuzov on this morning seemed exhausted and irritable. The walking past him infantry stopped without orders, obviously, because of how ahead something delayed it. — Yes say again, finally, so that were built in the battalion columns and went to bypass the village, — angrily said Kutuzov to the driving general. — How already do you not understand, your excellency, gracious sir, that stretching out by these narrow streets of the village cannot be, when we go against enemy. — I assumed to build up behind the village, your excellence, — was the response of the general. Kutuzov with gall bursted out laughing. — You will be good, deploying in front of the view of the enemy, very good. — The enemy is still long away, your excellence. By the disposition... — The disposition, — with gall cried out Kutuzov, — but who said this to you?... Kindly do what your order is. — I am listening. —Well, my kind, — said in a whisper Prince Andrey to Nesvitsky, — The old man is strongly not in spirit.383 To Kutuzov jumped up an Austrian officer with a green plume in his hat, in a white uniform, and asked in the name of the emperor: if came forward in the business the fourth column? Kutuzov, not answering him, turned away, and his look accidentally hit onto Prince Andrey, standing beside him. seeing Bolkonsky, Kutuzov softened his evil and caustic expression sight, as he realized that his adjutant was not to blame in what he did. And, not answering the Austrian adjutant, he turned to Bolkonsky; — Go, my dear, look as to whether the third division has passed behind the village. Tell it to stay and wait for my orders.384 Only as Prince Andrey drove off, he stopped him. — And ask if the skirmishers were delivered.— he added. — What are they doing, what are they doing!385 — he spoke about himself, all not answering the Austrian. Prince Andrey galloped to enforce the commission. Overtaking all the marching ahead battalions, he stopped the 3rd division and made sure that, really, ahead of our columns was not rifle rows. The regimental commander of the formerly ahead regiment was very surprised at his delivered from the commander in chief order to sprinkle the shooters. The regimental commander stood here in complete confidence that ahead of him were more troops, and that the enemy may not be nearer than 10 versts. Really, ahead nothing was seen besides desert terrain, leaning forward and covered in thick fog. The order from the name of the commander in chief to perform what was lost, Prince Andrey galloped back. Kutuzov stood all in the same location and, lowering in his saddle his old fat body, heavy yawning, shut his eye. The troops now did not move, but were standing with their guns to their legs. — Okay, okay, — he said to Prince Andrey and turning to the general, which with a watch in hand spoke that it would be time to move, so as all the columns from the left flank had now come down. — Still time, your excellency, — through yawning spoke Kutuzov. — Time! — he repeated. At this time behind Kutuzov was heard the sounds of the greetings of regiments and these voices fastly approached by all the extent of the sprawling lines of the advancing Russians columns. It was seen that those he greeted rode soon. When screamed the soldiers of this regiment, before which stood Kutuzov, he drove off some to the side and, frowning, turned back. By the way of the Pratzen he galloped as appeared a squadron of multi-colored riders. Two of them more largely galloped nearby, ahead of the rest. One was in a black uniform with a white sultan on a ginger angled horse, another in a white uniform on a black horse. These were the two emperors with their suites. Kutuzov, with the affectation of a servant, located in the front, ordered "still" to the standing troops and, saluting, drove to the emperor. All his figure and manner suddenly changed. He accepted the view of a superficial, non-reasoning man. He with the affectation of respectfulness, which, obviously, unpleasantly struck Emperor Aleksandr, drove to and saluted him. The unpleasant impression, only as the leftovers of the fog in a clear sky, ran by the young and happy face of the emperor and disappeared. He was, after ill health, somewhat thinner on this day, than on Olmutz’s field, where he for the first time abroad saw Bolkonsky; but that same charming compound of grandeur and meekness was on his beautiful, gray eyes, and on his thin lips that same opportunity of diverse expressions and prevailing expressions of benign, innocent youth. At Olmutz his look was greater, here he was more fun and more energetic. He flushed some, galloping these three versts, and, stopping his horse, calmly sighed and turned back to such the same young, such the same lively as his, faces of his suite. Chartorizhky, Novosiltsev, Prince Volkonsky, and Stroganov, and others, all richly clothed, funny, young people, on beautiful, groomed, fresh, only a little sweating horses, in conversation and smiling, stopped behind the sovereign. Emperor Franz, a rosy long-faced young person, sat on an extremely beautiful black stallion and with concern and leisure looked around himself. He called upon one of his white adjutants and asked something. "Right, at which hour they left," thought Prince Andrey, watching his old friend, with a smile which he could not hold, remembering his audience. In the suite of the emperors were selected well done orderlies, Russian and Austrian, guards and army regiments. Between them were conducted caretakers in embroidered blankets on beautiful spare royal horses. As if through a dissolved window suddenly the smell of fresh field air into a stuffy room, so the smell in the unhappy Kutuzovian staff of youth, energy and certainty in the success of this jumped up at the brilliant youth. — For what are you not beginning, Mihail Larionovich? — hastily turned Emperor Aleksandr to Kutuzov, in that same time courteously looking at Emperor Franz. — I am waiting, your majesty, — was the response of Kutuzov, respectfully bending forward. The Emperor bent down his ear, frowning a little and showing that he had not heard. — I am waiting, your majesty, — repeated Kutuzov (Prince Andrey saw that in Kutuzov was an unnaturally trembling top lip in that time as he spoke this "waiting"). — Not all the columns are still gathered, your majesty. The sovereign heard, but this answer, apparently, was not liked by him; he shook his stooped shoulders, looked at Novosiltsev standing beside him, as if by this look complained at Kutuzov. — Because we are not on Tsaritsa's Meadow, Mihail Larionovich, where we do not begin a parade while all the regiments have not come out, — said the sovereign, again looking at the eyes of Emperor Franz, as to invite him, if not to accept participation, then to listen to what he said; but Emperor Franz, looking back, did not listen to him. — Because we do not begin, sovereign, — said the sonorous voice of Kutuzov, as to notify the opportunity not to be heard, and in his face was still something trembling. — because we do not begin, sovereign, that we are not in a parade, and not at Tsaritsa's Meadow, — he reprimanded clearly and distinctly. In the suite of the sovereign on all faces, instantly looking at each other, expressed murmur and reproach. "How he is old, or he should not in any way speak that way," expressed this face. The sovereign intently and carefully looked at the eye of Kutuzov, expecting that he will not say something more. But Kutuzov, with his parties, respectfully bent down his head, too, it seemed, seeing this. The silence went on for minutes. — However, if you order, your majesty, — said Kutuzov, raising his head and again changed his tone to the former tone of a dumb, unreasoning, but obeying general. He touched his horse and, calling upon the chief of columns Miloradovich, delivered to him an order to offensive. The army again stirred, and two battalions of the Novgorod regiment and a battalion of the Apsheron regiment set over forward past the sovereign. In that time as passed this Apsheron battalion, rosy Miloradovich, without greatcoats, in uniform, orders and with a hat with a huge sultan, worn on its side and with field marching, jumped out forward and, saluting well, besieged his horse before the sovereign. — With the Lord, general, — the sovereign said to him. — Your majesty, we will do everything that is possible to do, your majesty,386 — was his funny response, with that not less mocking smile at the gentlemen of the suite of the sovereign at his bad French reprimand. Miloradovich coolly turned his horse and began somewhat behind the sovereign. The Apsherons, excited by the presence of the sovereign, in a well done, brisk step beating their legs, passed by the emperors and their suites. — Guys! — shouted the loud, self-confident and fun voice of Miloradovich, apparently, to such an extent the excited sounds of shooting, waited for the battle and looking at the well done Apsherons, still his Suvorovian friends, smartly passing by the emperor that he forgot about the presence of the sovereign. — Guys, it’s not your first village to take! — he shouted. — Glad to try! — shouted the soldiers. The horse of the sovereign dodged from an unexpected scream. This horse, worn by the sovereign still on reviews in Russia, here, on Austerlitz’s field, carried its rider, withstanding his scattered strokes of his left foot, with guarded ears from the noises of the shots, exactly so the same, as it did this on Mars field, not understanding the meanings of these heard shots, or in the neighborhood of the black stallion of Emperor Franz, or only that what was spoken, thought and felt on this day that who rode on it. The sovereign with a smile turned to one of his approximates, pointing at the well done Apsherons, and said something to him. 383. Mon cher, le vieux est d’une humeur de chien (My dear, the old man is in a foul mood) 384. Allez voir, mon cher, si la troisième division a dépassé le village. Dites-lui de s’arrêter et d’attendre mes ordres. (Go and see, my dear, if the third division has passed the village. Tell him to stop and wait for my orders.) 385. Et demandez-lui, si les tirailleurs sont postés, Ce qu’ils font, ce qu’ils font! (And ask him, if the skirmishers are posted, What are they doing, what are they doing!) 386. Ma foi, sire, nous ferons ce que qui sera dans notre possibilité, sire, (My faith, sir, we will do what is in our possibility, sir,) Time: eight o'clock
Locations: the village of Pratzen, Austerlitz
Mentioned: Toulon, bridge of Arcole, Tsaritsyn Field (Tsaritsin Meadow in Dunnigan. Later Mars Field. Mandelker uses Tsarytsin Field in both instances. Maude uses Empress's Field in both. Tsaritsyn Parade Ground the first time in Briggs.) Austrian, Russian, Olmutz, French.
Pevear and Volkhonsky Notes: Kind of a whammy at the first of the chapter, with Kutuzov replacing Pzebyszewski and Langeron, “which had already gone down.”
Andrei is just one of an “enormous number of persons.” Again, just like Rostov, he is imagining what will happen. He is already looking at the standards because he is explicitly thinking about Napoleon’s heroic bridge of Arcole moment.
More arguments over the disposition, where the French are, and what is happening. The soldiers “at parade rest” waiting for orders, those giving the orders waiting for information.
Kutuzov wants to wait, saying they still have time, still yawning.
Kutuzov acts differently around the sovereigns, which strikes Alexander negatively.
The difference of Alexander “after his illness”: “At the Olmutz review he was more majestic; here he was more cheerful and energetic.”
Kutuzov is slightly insolent or at least openly disagrees with the emperor, which strikes everyone.
Tolstoy decides to end the chapter with the un-understanding of Alexander’s horse.
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 *):
Kutuzof (also “commander-in-chief”, Called “Mikhail Larionovitch” by Alexander)
Milradovitch (“Division-Commander” as a title)
Prsczebiszhewsky
De Langeron
Prince Andrei Bolkonsky
Weirother
A general (that Kutuzof commands and argues with)
Nesvitsky
An Austrian officer (also an adjutant)
Emperor Franz (The Austrian emperor)
The general in command of the foremost regiment (also “The regimental commander”, but there is no reason to believe it is any one of the previous mentioned ones. Edmonds has “The colonel at the head of the foremost regiment.”
Maude, Dunnigan, and Mandelker have the same, except dropping “foremost.” “The commander of the regiment in the van” in Wiener. “The colonel of the regiment” in Bell. “The commander of the leading regiment” in Briggs. “The
officer in command of the foremost regiment” in Garnett.)
Maude, Dunnigan, and Mandelker have the same, except dropping “foremost.” “The commander of the regiment in the van” in Wiener. “The colonel of the regiment” in Bell. “The commander of the leading regiment” in Briggs. “The
officer in command of the foremost regiment” in Garnett.)
Emperor Alexander
Czartorisky
Novosiltsof (“Novosiltsov” in Edmonds and Wiener.”Novosiltsev” in Maude, Briggs, and Mandelker.”Novosiltsow” in Bell.)
Prince Volkonsky (...Bolkonsky” in Garnett in an alternative reading.)
Stroganof (“Strogonov” in Maude and Mandelker. “Stroganov” in Wiener, Garnett, and Briggs. “Strogonow” in Bell.)
Suvarof
(Emperor Franz has an aide he talks to but we don’t hear what they say)
Abridged Versions: End of chapter 9 in Bell
Gibian: line break instead of chapter break.
Gibian: line break instead of chapter break.
Fuller: The descriptions of the emperors is mostly removed. The chapter also ends (with a line break) a little early, ending after the soldiers go past Alexander, removing the last words Kutuzov and Alexander say to each other and
Miloradovitch’s rallying.
Miloradovitch’s rallying.
Komroff: A lot of big details early in the chapter are cut, like the other generals, Andrei’s feelings, the different descriptions, Andrei’s plan, the argument Kutuzov has with the general, and Nesvitsky’s comment. This gets us to the
Austrian officer in a white uniform much faster. Some of the description of the emperors is shortened. After the troops go past Alexander, line break to next chapter, cutting the last bit as Fuller does.
Austrian officer in a white uniform much faster. Some of the description of the emperors is shortened. After the troops go past Alexander, line break to next chapter, cutting the last bit as Fuller does.
Kropotkin: Chapter 11: Some of the scenery description is removed. Some of the description of he emperors is removed. Chapter break happens immediately after the troops march past the emperor.
Bromfield: Tolstoy is a little more explicit on Kutuzov’s different attitude on the day of the battle and how he was not as he usually was. Miloradovich gets more description. No break of any kind.
Simmons: The chapter cuts off early with a line break, removing the Milradovitch and horse section.
Simmons: The chapter cuts off early with a line break, removing the Milradovitch and horse section.
Additional Notes: Garnett note makes something out of Tolstoy describing Alexander’s eyes as grey instead of blue. “Sergey Grigorievitch Volkonsky...Pavel Alexandrovitch Stroganov...a childhood friend of Alexander I.”
Palmer: Page 182: “General Miloradovich (whom Davout himself described as ‘the Russian Murat’)”
Herold: Page 8: Napoleon minimalized the massacres of Toulon despite seeing them, he said “Since one must take sides, one might as well choose the side that is victorious, the side which devastates, loots, and burns. Considering the
alternative, it is better to eat than to be eaten.”
The March into Virginia (July 1861) Herman Melville: Page 441: “Youth must its ignorant impulse lend-/Age finds place in the rear./All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys,/The champions and enthusiasts of the state;
Palmer: Page 182: “General Miloradovich (whom Davout himself described as ‘the Russian Murat’)”
Herold: Page 8: Napoleon minimalized the massacres of Toulon despite seeing them, he said “Since one must take sides, one might as well choose the side that is victorious, the side which devastates, loots, and burns. Considering the
alternative, it is better to eat than to be eaten.”
The March into Virginia (July 1861) Herman Melville: Page 441: “Youth must its ignorant impulse lend-/Age finds place in the rear./All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys,/The champions and enthusiasts of the state;
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