Briggs: Andrey is in and out of consciousness. Natasha now stays at his side.
Pevear and Volokhonsky: Prince Andrei's inner state and thoughts in the days prior to seeing Natasha. Their meeting.
Translation:
XXXII.
For Prince Andrey passed seven days from this time, as he woke up in the dressing room point at Borodino field. All this time he was found out almost in constant unconsciousness. The feverish state and inflammation of intestines which were damaged, by the opinion of the doctor traveling with the wounded, were to take him away. Yet on the 7th day he with pleasure ate a hunk of bread with tea, and the doctor saw that the common heat decreased. Prince Andrey by morning came into consciousness. The first night after the departure from Moscow was quite heated, and Prince Andrey was left for an overnight stay in the carriage; but in Mytishcha the wounded himself demanded for him to be carried out and for him to be given tea. The pain, caused by his transporting to the hut, forced Prince Andrey to loudly moan and lose consciousness again. When he was laid in the campaign bed, he for long lied with closed eyes without movements. Then he opened them and quietly whispered: "what, already tea?" The memory of this petty detail of life struck the doctor. He felt the pulse and to his surprise and displeasure saw that the pulse beat better. It was to the displeasure of the doctor to see this because of how he by his experience was convinced that Prince Andrey may not live, and that should he not die now, then he only with big suffering will die some time after. With Prince Andrey carried the attached to him in Moscow the major of his regiment Timohin with his red nose, wounded in the leg, in the same Borodino battle. With them rode a doctor, the valet of the prince, his coachman and two valets.
Prince Andrey was given tea. He greedily drank, with feverish eyes looking forward himself at the door, as would be trying to understand and remember something.
— I do not want more. Is Timohin here? — he asked. Timohin crawled to him by the bench.
— I am here, your excellency.
— How is your wound?
— Mine? Nothing. And you are here? — Prince Andrey again thought, as if recalling something.
— Whether it cannot be to get a book? — he said.
— Which book?
— The Gospel! I don’t have one. — The doctor promised to get one, and began to question the prince about what he feels. Prince Andrey reluctantly, but reasonably responded to all the questions of the doctor and then said that he would need to put a roller, but that was awkward and extremely hurt. The doctor and valet raised the overcoat which he was covered with, and grimacing from the heavy smell of rotten meat, spread from his wounds, beginning to discern this scary place. The doctor then stayed very displeased, otherwise remade something, inverted the wounded so that he again groaned, and from the pain, in the time turning, again losing consciousness and began raving. He all spoke about for him to get soon this book and would plant it there.
— And what is this worth for you! — he spoke. — I don’t have one — get one please, — put it on a minute, — he spoke in a miserable voice.
The doctor got out to the canopy so to wash his hands.
— Ah shameless, right, — spoke the doctor to the valet, who had his water in his hand. — Only in a moment not watched. Because this is such pain that I am surprised how he suffers.
— We, it seems, placed, Lord Jesus Christ, — spoke the valet.
For the first time Prince Andrey got where he was and what was with him and remembered that he was injured and how, in that moment, when the carriage stopped at Mytishcha, he asked to be in the hut. Confused again from the pain, he came to his senses another time in the hut, when he drank tea and here again, repeated in his recollections all that was with him, he only livelier represented to himself that moment at the dressing room point, when, in seeing the misery of an unloved by him human, he came to this new promising him happiness thought. And this thought, although not clear and vague, now again controlled his soul. He remembered that in him was now a new happiness, and that this happiness had something such common with the Gospel. Because of that he asked for the Gospel. Yet the evil position, which gave his wound and new inverted again his mixed up thought, and he for the third time woke up to life now in the perfect silence of the night. All were sleeping around him. The crickets shouted across the canopy, on the street some shouted and sang, the cockroaches rustled by the table, by the images, and by the walls, a thick fly fought at it by the headboard and about the greasy candles, burnt a big mushroom standing beside him.
His soul was not in a normal condition. A healthy person usually thinks, feels and remembers at the same time about a countless quantity of items, but the power and force, by choosing one row of thoughts or phenomena, at this a number of phenomena stop all their attention. A healthy person in a moment of deepest thinking rips off, so that to say a courteous word to an entering person, and again returns to his thoughts. The soul of the same Prince Andrey was not in a normal condition in regards to this. All the forces of his soul were more active, clearer than at some time, but they acted beyond his commitment. The most diverse thoughts and presentation at the same time controlled him. Sometimes his idea suddenly began working, and with such force, clarity and deepness with which it never was in his forces to act in a healthy condition; but suddenly, in the middle of its work, it broke off, replaced somehow by an unexpected presentation, and it was not in his forces to return to it.
"Yes, to me is opened a new happiness, inalienable from humanity," he thought, lying in the semi-dark quiet hut and looking forward with feverishly open, stopped eyes. "Happiness, located beyond material forces, beyond the material external influence in humanity, happiness of one soul, the happiness of love! To understand it may any person, but to realize and prescribe it could only be one God. But how again did God prescribe this law? Why the son?..." and suddenly the movement of thoughts these broke off, and Prince Andrey heard (not knowing in wandering or in reality he heard this), some quiet whispering voice, relentlessly in tact reiterating: "And piti-piti-piti" and then "And th-th" and again "And piti-piti-piti" and again "And th-th." Together with this, under this sound of whispering music, Prince Andrey felt, now above his face, above the middle of himself was erected some strange air of the building from thin needles or splinters. He felt (although this was heavy for him), that he was needed to carefully keep equilibrium so that to erect this building and not collapse; but it all the same collapsed and again slowly was erected in the sounds of evenly whispering music. "Stretches! stretches! Stretched and all stretches," spoke to himself Prince Andrey. Together with the listening to the whisper and with this sensation of stretching and erecting a building from needles, Prince Andrey saw in fits and starts the red surrounded by light candles and heard the rustling of cockroaches and the rustling of the fly, beating on the pillow and on his face. And any time as the fly touched to his face, it produced a burning sensation; but together with that he was amazed by that, how, hitting on the very region erecting on his face the building, the fly did not destroy it. But besides this was still another major thing. This was a white door, this was a statue of a sphinx, which also pressed him.
"But maybe this is my shirt on the table," thought Prince Andrey, "But this is my legs, but this is the door, but from what again all stretches and advances and piti-piti-piti and th-th — and piti-piti-piti... — quite enough, stop please, leave," heavily requested someone to Prince Andrey. And suddenly again floated out the idea and feeling with extraordinary clarity and force.
"Yes, love (he thought again with perfect clarity), but not that love which loves for something, for someone, or some reason, but that love which I experienced for the first time, now dying I saw my enemy and all the same loved him. I experienced that feeling of love, which is itself the essence of the soul and for which is not needed a subject. I now test this blissful feeling. — Love to neighbors, love to my enemies. All love — the love of God in all manifestations. The love of a human as dear as a human can love; but only an enemy can love divinely. And from this I experienced such joy, when I felt that the love of this human. What is with him? Whether he is alive... the love of human love can from love cross to hatred; but divine love may not change. Nothing, death, no one may destroy it. It is the essence of the soul. But how many people I have hated in my life. And from all people nobody I loved more and hated as her." And he lively represented to himself Natasha not so as he submitted to himself her as before, with only her charm, joyful for herself; but for the first time represented to himself her soul. And he got her feeling, her suffering, shame, and remorse. He now for the first time got all the cruelty of her rejection, saw the cruelty of her break with her. "Should I possibly had only one more time to see her. One time, looking at this eye, I would say..."
And piti-piti-piti and th-th, and piti-piti — boom, the stroke of the fly... and his attention suddenly transported in a different world of reality and delirium, in which something special was happening. All so the same in this world all was erected, not destroyed, the building, all so the same pulled something, so the same with the red around the burned candle, that same shirt-sphinx lied at the door; but besides only this, something creaked, was smelled a fresh wind, and a new white standing sphinx appeared before the door. And at this head of the sphinx was the pale face and brilliant eyes of that very Natasha, about whom he now thought.
"Oh, how heavy is this not ceasing raving!" thought Prince Andrey, trying to expel this face from his imaginations. But this face stood before him with the force of reality, and this face was approaching. Prince Andrey wanted to return to the still world of clean thought, but he could not, and the raving pulled him in to his region. The quiet whispering voice continued its measured babble, something crushed, pulled, and the strange face stood before him. Prince Andrey collected all his forces, so to come round; he stirred, and suddenly in his ears rang, in his eyes clouded, and he, as a person dipped in water, lost consciousness. When he woke up, Natasha, that lively Natasha herself, which of all people in the world he only wanted to love with that new, pure, divine love, which was now open to him, stood before him on her knees. He got that this was the lively, real Natasha and was not surprised, but quietly rejoiced. Natasha, standing up on her knees, scared, but chained (she could not move) saw to him, holding from sobbing. Her face was pale and still. Only her lower parts trembled something.
Prince Andrey relieved, sighed, smiled and held out his hand.
— You? — he said. — How happy!
Natasha with quick, yet careful movement moved to him on his lap and, taking carefully his hand, bent over above his face and began to kiss it, a little bit touching his lips.
— Forgive! — she said in a whisper, holding up her head and looking at him. — Forgive me!
— I love you, — said Prince Andrey.
— Forgive...
— What’s to forgive? — asked Prince Andrey.
— Forgive me for that what I did, — in a little bit audible discontinuous whisper spoke Natasha and more often began, a little bit touching her lips, to kiss his hand.
— I love you more, better than before, — said Prince Andrey, raising his hand to her face, so he could look in her eyes.
These eyes, pouring happy tears, timidly, compassionately and happily lovingly looked at him. The thin and pale face of Natasha with swollen lips was more than ugly, it was fearful. Yet Prince Andrey did not see this face, he saw the shining eyes that were lovely. Behind them was heard dialect.
Petr the valet, now really awakened from sleep, woke up the doctor. Timohin, not sleeping all the time from pain in his leg, for a long time now saw all that was done and carefully closed the sheet of his undressed body, hesitating at the bench.
— This such is what? — said the doctor, standing up from his bed. — Please go, madam.
At this same time at the door knocked a girl, sent by the countess, grabbing her daughter.
As a somnambulist which has woken up in the middle of its sleep, Natasha exited from the room and, returning to her hut, sobbing fell on her bed.
From this day, in the only time of the distant travels of the Rostovs, in all rests and accommodations, Natasha did not depart from the wounded Bolkonsky, and the doctor was to admit that he did not see from girls such hardness or such art in walking for the wounded.
As scary as the idea seemed for the countess that Prince Andrey could (quite probably by the words of the doctor) die in the time of the roads in the hands of her daughter, she could not oppose Natasha. Although, owing to the now established rapprochement between the wounded Prince Andrey and Natasha, it came into her head that in the case of convalescence the former relationship of groom and bride will be renewed, no one, still less Natasha and Prince Andrey, spoke about this: the unsolved, hanging question of life or death, not only above Bolkonsky, but above all of Russia obscured all other assumptions.
Mentioned: first night after leaving Moscow
Locations: Mytishchi
Mentioned: Borodino, Moscow, Russia
Pevear and Volokhonsky Notes: We switch to Andrei's point of view, who seems to getting better, and the point of view of the doctor. Prince Andrei asks for the Gospel, which would seem like a big serious moment, but is immediately followed by the doctor and the valet arguing. Similarly, Andrei's revelations are interrupted and confused by his pain. Tolstoy spends some time discussing what is going on in Andrei's soul, which is acting outside of his will. He reflects on God, happiness, and the meaning of Jesus, but begins to hallucinate. He thinks about Anatole and wonders if he is alive, speculating that his love for Anatole, even though he is his greatest enemy, must be divine. This makes him think about Natasha and imagine things from her perspective. He thinks he is hallucinating Natasha, but she is really there. Natasha asks for forgiveness and Andrei says he loves her. The doctor makes her leave and line break after "fell sobbing on her bed."
Natasha shows skill in looking after Andrei. The chapter ends with "the unresolved question of life and death hanging not only over Bolkonsky but over Russia shut out all other conjectures."
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 *):
Prince Andrei Bolkonsky (also the surgeon and valet, Piotr, meaning this valet is most likely the one from chapter 39, which should be fixed in the index, that attend to him to him. Also "illustriousness".)
Timokhin
Anatole ("enemy")
Natasha (also "sudaruinya" or "mademoiselle" and "daughter".)
Countess Rostova ("countess". Talked about in a summary way, so arguable whether she is in the chapter or just a mentioned character.)
Abridged Versions: Line break after "fell sobbing on her bed" in Dole. Line break in the same place in Bell, Edmonds, Maude, Dunnigan, Briggs, Mandelker, and Wiener.
End of chapter 20 in Bell.
Gibian: line break after "fell sobbing on her bed." End of chapter 15.
Fuller: Chapter is preserved. Followed by a line break.
Komroff: All of Andrei's inner-monologuing is cut, cutting neatly from where Natasha sees Andrei to their conversation. This also removes the doctor and valet from most of the chapter and eliminates the interruption and line break in the chapter. The final sentence is cut. Followed by a line break.
Kropotkin: Chapter 14: A lot of the discussion of Andrei's mind or soul is removed, keeping the inner-monologue. Otherwise preserved.
Simmons: line break after "fell sobbing on her bed." End of chapter 15.
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