Briggs: The count is informed. Natasha gets through to see Andrey.
Pevear and Volokhonsky: The Rostovs' reactions to the burning of Moscow. Natasha has learned that Prince Andrei is with them. While the family sleeps, she goes to him.
Translation:
XXXI.
The valet, returning, reported to the count that Moscow was burning. The count alloted his bathrobe and got out to look. With him together exited the still not undressed Sonya and madame Schoss. Natasha and the countess alone stayed in the room. (Petya was no more with the family: he went forward with his regiment, walking to Trinity.)
The countess cried, having heard the news about the fire of Moscow. Natasha, pale, with stopped eyes, sat under the images on a bench (in the very location on which she sat having arrived), not turning any attention to the words of her father. She listened to the relentless groan of the adjutant, audible through the carriage home.
— Ah, what horror! — said the returning to the court the chilled and scared Sonya. — I think, all Moscow burns, a terrible glow! Natasha, look now, from here at the window it is seen, — she said to her sister, apparently wishing to entertain her with something. Yet Natasha looked at her, as would not understanding what she was asked, and again stared her eyes to the corner of the furnace. Natasha was found in this condition of lockjaw, from morning, with that time itself, as Sonya, to the surprise and annoyance of the countess, unclear for what, found it fit to declare to Natasha about the wounded Prince Andrey and about his presence with them in the train. The countess was angry at Sonya, as she seldom was angry. Sonya cried and requested forgiveness and now, as would be trying to make amends for her blame, not ceasing, nursed for her sister. — Look, Natasha, how terrible it burns, — said Sonya.
— What burns? — asked Natasha. — Ah, yes, Moscow. And as would for this, so that to not offend Sonya by the refusal to get off from it, she moved her head to the window, saw so what she obviously could not see and again sat in her former position.
— And you do not see?
— No, rightly, I see, —she said pleading about the calm voice.
The countess, and Sonya understood what was Moscow, the fire of Moscow, what, for sure, could not have meanings for Natasha.
The count again went behind the partition and lied down. The countess came up to Natasha, touched her inverted hand before her head, as she did this when her daughter was sick, then touched to her forehead with her lips, as would to know whether there was heat, and kissed her.
— Are you chilled? Are you all trembling? You would lie down, — she said.
— Lie down? Yes, okay, I will lie down. I now will lie down, — said Natasha.
Since Natasha on the current morning had been told about how Prince Andrey was heavily injured and rode with them, she only in the first moment asked much about: Where? How? Whether he is dangerously injured? And whether I can see him? Yet after this as to her it was said that to see him could not be, that he was injured heavily, but that his life was not in dangers, she, obviously, not believing that what was said to her, but making sure that how much would she say, to her will respond one and that same, she stopped asking and speaking. All the road with large eyes, which so knew and which expression the countess was so afraid of, Natasha sat still in the corner of the carriage and so the same sat now on the bench on which she sat. She thought something, she decided something or it had already been decided in her mind now — this knew the countess, but what this such was, she did not know and this scared and tormented her.
— Natasha, undress, darling, lie down on my bed. (Only the countess had a made bed: m-me Schoss and both young ladies must sleep on the floor on hay.)
— No, Mama, I will lie down here on the floor, — angrily said Natasha, coming up to the window and opening it. The moans of the adjutant were heard from the open window more distinctly. She stuck out her head in the raw air night and the countess saw how her thin neck was shaking from sobs and fought about the frame. Natasha knew that the moaning was not Prince Andrey. She knew that Prince Andrey lied in that same communication, where they were, in a different hut across the canopy; but this terrible unceasing moan made her weep. The countess looked at Sonya.
— Lie down, darling, lie down, my friend, —said countess a little touching her hand to the shoulder of Natasha. — Well lie down already.
— Ah, yes... I now, now will lie down, —said Natasha, hastily undressing and cutting off the strings of her skirt. Having thrown off her dress and wearing a wool garment, she, tucking her legs, sat on the prepared on the floor bed and, thrown across her shoulder forward her short thin braid, began to weave it. Her subtle long habitual fingers quickly, cleverly disassembled, weaved, and tied the braid. Natasha’s head in a habitual gesture turned to one, then to another side, but her eyes, feverishly open, still looked at all. When the night suit was over, Natasha quietly lowered on the sheet, laid on the hay with the edges against the door.
— Natasha, you in the middle lie down, — said Sonya.
— I am here, — spoke Natasha. — Yes lie down already, — she added with annoyance. And she buried her face in the pillow.
The countess, m-me Schoss and Sonya hastily undressed and lied down. Only the lamp was left in the room. Yet in the courtyard shined from the fire of early Mytishcha for two versts, and the humming night of the shouting people in the tavern, which pitched Mamonov’s Cossacks, at the crossroads, on the street, and all heard the relentless moan of the adjutant.
For long listened Natasha to the internal and outside sounds, reported to her, and she did not stir. She heard the first prayer and the sighs of her mother, popping under her bed, the familiar with a whistle snore of m-me Schoss, and the quiet breaths of Sonya. Then the countess called out to Natasha. Natasha did not answer her.
— It seems she is sleeping, Mama, — quietly answered Sonya. The countess, keeping silent a little, called out more, but now no one responded to her.
Soon after this Natasha heard the even breaths of her mother. Natasha did not stir, despite that her small barefoot leg, twisted from under the blankets, chilly on the naked floor.
As would be celebrating victory above all, in the crevices shouted crickets. Sang a rooster long away, responded a close one. In the tavern calmed down the shouting, only was heard that same moan of an adjutant. Natasha raised.
— Sonya? You asleep? Mama? — she whispered. No one replied. Natasha slowly and carefully got up, crossed herself and stepped carefully, with narrow and flexible bare feet, on the dirty cold floor. The footboards creaked. She, quickly sorting out her feet, ran as a kitty a few steps and took behind the cold bracket of the door.
To her it seemed something heavy, evenly hitting, was knocking in all the walls of the huts: this knocked her fading away from her fear, from horror and love bursting in her heart.
She opened the door, stepped over the threshold and stepped on the raw cold land of the canopy. Embracing the cold refreshed her. She felt barefoot a sleeping man, stepping over across him and opened the door in the hut, where lied Prince Andrey. In the hut it was dark. In the back corner of the bed, on which lied something, on the bench stood a burnt big mushroom greasy candle.
Natasha from still morning, when to her it was said about the wound and presence of Prince Andrey, decided that she should see him. She did not know for what this was, but she knew that the appointment will be painful, and by that she was more convinced that it was necessary.
All day she lived only for the hope that at night she will see him. Yet now, when she had come this minute, in her was found this horror of what she will see. How was he disfigured? What stayed from him? Whether it was such that he was this unceasingly moaning adjutant? Yes, he was all such. It was in her imagination the impersonation of these terrible groans. When she saw the unclear mass in the corner, and accepting the raised under the blanket knees for his shoulders, she represented to herself some terrible body and in the horror stopped. Yet an irresistible power attracted her forward. She carefully stepped one step, and with another found herself in the middle of the small cluttered hut. In the hut under the images lied on a bench another person (this was Timohin) and on the floor lied two more men (this was the doctor and valet).
The valet rose and whispered something. Timohin, suffering from pain in his wounded leg, not sleeping and in all eyes watched the strange phenomenon of the girl in a white shirt, sweater and night bonnet. The sleepy and frightened words of the valet —"what are you, what for?" This only caused Natasha to sooner come to that what lied in the corner. As fearfully dissimilar to a human was this body, she should see it. She passed the valet, the burnt mushroom candles fell down, and she clearly saw the lying with outstretched hands in the blanket Prince Andrey was such as she always saw him.
He was such the same as always; but the sore color of his face, brilliant eyes, aspiring enthusiastically at her, but in particular the tender childish neck, speaking from turned down collar shirts, giving him a special innocent, childish view, which however she never saw in Prince Andrey. She came up to him and in a quick, flexible, young movement became on her knees.
He smiled and held out his hand.
Mentioned: morning
Locations: see previous chapter
Mentioned: Moscow, Troitsa (Trinity monastery in Pevear and Volokhonsky), Little Mytishchi,
Pevear and Volokhonsky Notes: We now flip to the Rostovs proper. Sonya, for reasons "no one knew why", has already told Natasha that Andrei is with them and wounded. Natasha is too busy reflecting on this to notice the burning of Moscow. Natasha decides she must see him and sneaks out when everyone else is asleep. The moaning of the adjutant colors the chapter and serves as "the embodiment".
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 *):
Danilo Terentyitch ("kammerdiener")
Count Rostof ("count" and "father")
Sonya
Madame Schoss
Natasha (also "daughter")
Countess Rostova ("countess", "mother", and "mamma".)
Petya (also his regiment)
Prince Andrei (also the valet and doctor.)
Timokhin
Mamonof (his Cossacks are mentioned.)
Abridged Versions: Dole is missing pages 404-405.
Line break rather than chapter break in Bell.
Gibian: line break instead of chapter break.
Fuller: Chapter is preserved. Followed by a line break.
Komroff: A lot of the description at the end of the chapter and Timokhin and the valet are removed. No line break.
Kropotkin: Chapter preserved other than the adjutant moans and some detail about the countess's reaction. End of chapter 13.
Simmons: chapter mostly preserved and followed by a line break.
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