Briggs: Pierre is sentenced to death as a spy.
Pevear and Volokhonsky: Pierre looks at charred ruins of Moscow. Interrogated by Marshal Davout. A moment of insight. Pierre taken away. His thoughts on execution.
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On the 8th of September in the shed to the prisoners entered a very important officer, judging by the respectfulness with which with him turned the guards. This officer, probably a staff with the list in his hands, did a roll call to all the Russians, called Pierre: by, which does not want to call his behalf.926 And indifferently, lazily looking around all the captives, he ordered the on guard officer to decently dress and clean them up, before leading them to the marshal. In an hour arrived a company soldier, and Pierre with the other 13 were led to Devichsky (girlish) field. The day was clear, sunny after the rain, and the air was unusually clean. The smoke did not lay down at the bottom, as on that day when Pierre was taken out of the guardhouses of Zubovsky shaft; the smoke lifted pillars in the clean air. Fire was nowhere to be seen, but with all parties rose pillars of smoke, and all Moscow, all that only could be seen by Pierre, was one fire. From all parties were seen empty, with ovens and pipes, and occasionally burnt the walls of stone houses. Pierre looked closely to the fires and did not find out acquaintances in the quarters of the cities. Somewhere were seen surviving churches. The Kremlin, undestructed, turned white from afar with its own towers and Ivan the great. Near the funnily glittering dome of Novodevich monastery, and especially loudly was heard from there a toll. This Toll reminded Pierre that it was Sunday and the celebration of the Christmas Virgin. Yet it seemed, no one was to celebrate this celebration: everywhere was ravaging fires, and from the Russian people met only occasionally ragged, frightened people, which hid at seeing the French.
Obviously, the Russian nest was ravaged and destroyed; but behind this destruction of the Russian order of life, Pierre unconsciously felt that above this ravaged nest established their, really different, but hard French order. He felt this by the view of those, cheerfully and funny, correct rows of marching soldiers which escorted him with other criminals; he felt this by the view some important French official in a twin carriage, managing the soldiers, traveling towards him. He felt this by the fun sounds of the regimental music, reporting from the left parties of the field, and in particular he felt and understood this by that the list, which, echoing the captives, read in the morning by the coming French officer. Pierre was taken alone by the soldiers, taken somewhere to another, to another place with dozens of other people; it seemed they could forget about him, to mix him with others. But no: his answers, the data in interrogation was returned to him in the form of his name: by, which does not want to call his behalf.927 And under this name, which fearfully was Pierre, he was now led somewhere, with undoubted certainly, written on their face that all the rest of the captives were the very thing which was needed, and that they were led there, where they were needed. Pierre felt himself an insignificant splinter, caught in the wheel of an unknown to him, but the right current machine.
Pierre with other criminals were brought to the right side of Devichsky (girlish) field near from the monastery, to a big white home with a huge garden. This was the house of Prince Shcherbatov, at which Pierre often before had been with the owner and in which now, as he found out from the conversation of a soldier, stood the marshal, the Duke of Ekmuhl.
They were let down to the porch and by one became introduced in the house. Pierre was introduced sixth. Through the glass gallery of the canopy hall, the acquaintances of Pierre, now were introduced in a long low office, at the doors of which stood the adjutant.
Davout sat at the end of the room above the table with glasses on his nose. Pierre closely came up to him. Davout, not raising his eye, apparently coped with some paper, lying before him. Not raising his eyes again, he quietly asked: — Who such are you?928
Pierre kept silent from that it was not in his forces to pronounce words. Davout for Pierre was not simply a French general; for Pierre Davout was known for his cruelty of person. Looking at the cold face of Davout, who as a strict teacher, agreed to the time to have patience and wait for an answer, Pierre felt that any second of delay could cost him his life; but he did not know what to say. To say that same that he spoke at the first interrogation, he had not decided; to open his rank and position was dangerous and a shame. Pierre kept silent. Yet before Pierre had time to decide something, Davout raised his head, raised his glasses on his forehead, squinted his eyes and intently looked at Pierre.
— I know this man, — in a measured, cold voice, obviously calculated so to frighten Pierre, he said. The cold, running through before by the back of Pierre, swept his head as a vise.
— You could not know me, general, I have not seen you...
— This is a Russian spy.929 — Davout interrupted him, turning to another general, arriving in the room and who did not see Pierre. And Davout turned away. With an unexpected roll in his voice, Pierre suddenly began talking fast:
— No, your highness, — he said, suddenly remembering that Davout was a duke. — ...No, your highness, you could not know me. I am an officer of the militia, and I have not left from Moscow.
— Your name?— repeated Davout.
— Bezuhov.
— To whom do I prove that you do not lie?
— Your highness.930 — cried out Pierre in a not offended, but pleading voice.
Davout raised his eyes and intently looked at Pierre. For a few seconds they looked at each other, and this look saved Pierre. In this glance, in addition to all the conditions of the war and trial, between these two people installed a human relationship. Both of them in this one moment vaguely felt a countless number of things and understood that they are both children of humanity, that they were brothers.
At the first glance for Davout, raising only his head from his list, where human affairs and life is called by numbers, Pierre was only a circumstance; and, not taking in his conscience an evil act, Davout would have shot him; but now he saw in him a human. He thought for a moment.
— Then you will prove the justice of your words?931 — said Davout coldly.
Pierre remembered Rambal and called his regiment, and last name, and the street on which was the house.
— You then are what you speak,932 — again said Davout.
Pierre in a trembling, intermittent voice began to bring evidence of the justice of his testimony.
Yet at this time entered an adjutant and someone reported to Davout.
Davout suddenly came out to the news, reported by the adjutant, and began to button up. He apparently really forgot Pierre.
When the adjutant reminded him about the prisoner, he frowningly nodded to the side of Pierre and said for him to be led. Yet where was he to be led — Pierre did not know: backwards to the booth or to the prepared place of execution, which, passing by Devichsky (Girlish) weed, he was shown friends.
He turning his head saw that the adjutant asked again something.
— Yes, of course!933—said Davout, but what was "yes," Pierre did not know.
Pierre did not remember how, whether he was long walking and where. He, in the condition of complete senselessness and dullness, saw nothing around himself, moving his feet, together with others until those, while all stopped he stopped.
Only one idea behind all this time was in the head of Pierre. This idea was about: who, who again finally sentenced him to execution? This was not those people that interrogated him in the commission: from them not one wanted to and obviously could not do this. This was not Davout, who so humanly looked at him. Would there only have been one more minute and Davout would have got that they did badly, but this minute was hindered by the adjutant which entered. And this adjutant obviously did not want to do anything, but he could not not enter. Who again finally executed this, killed, and deprived him of his life — Pierre with all his memories, aspirations, hopes, thoughts? Who did this? And Pierre felt that this was nothing.
This was the order of his mental circumstances.
The order which killed him — Pierre, deprived him of his life, only destroyed him.
926 celui qui n’avoue pas son nom. (The one who does not confess his name.)
927 celui qui n’avoue pas son nom. (The one who does not confess his name.)
928 Qui êtes vous? (Who are you?)
929 — Mon général, vous ne pouvez pas me connaître, je ne vous ai jamais vu...
— C’est un espion russe,
(- My general, you can not know me, I have never seen you...
- He is a Russian spy,)
930 Non, Monseigneur, Non, Monseigneur, vous n’avez pas pu me connaître. Je suis un officier militionnaire et je n’ai pas quitté Moscou.
— Votre nom?
— Besouhof.
— Qu’est ce qui me prouvera que vous ne mentez pas?
— Monseigneur!
(No, sir, No, sir, you could not know me. I am a military officer and I have not left Moscow.
- Your name?
- Besouhof.
- What will prove to me that you do not lie?
- Sir!)
931 Comment me prouverez vous la vérité de ce que vous me dites? (How will you prove to me the truth of what you are telling me?)
932 Vous n’êtes pas ce que vous dites, (You are not what you say,)
933 Oui, sans doute! (Yes, without doubt!)
Mentioned: one minute more
Locations: the shed (see previous chapter), Virgin Field (Virgin's Field in Maude, Mandelker, and Briggs. Devichye field in Pevear and Volokhonsky.), Moscow (Moscou in the French), the house of Prince Shcherbatov
Mentioned: Russian (russe in the French), Zubov Rampart, Kremlin, Monastery of the New Virgin (Novodevichy Convent in Dunnigan and Briggs (who doesn't capitalize convent). convent of Novo-Diévitchy in Bell (Dole does not capitalize "Dievitchy" and calls it a monastery.). Novodevichye Convent in Pevear and Volokhonsky. New Convent of the Virgin in Maude and Mandelker.), French
Pevear and Volokhonsky Notes: When Pierre is brought out again for interrogation, the fires and smoke aren't clearly visible, and instead, everything is a charred ruin.
"Pierre felt like an insignificant chip of wood fallen into the wheels of a machine unknown to him but functioning well."
Pierre has to appear in front of Davout, and again we are reminded of Davout's cruelty. Davout, after Pierre's delay, declares him a Russian spy. Pierre finally gives up his name and when the two look at each other "they both vaguely felt a countless number of things and realized that they were both children of the human race, that they were brothers." Davout is interrupted by an adjutant and is clearly more interested by what the adjutant said, so Pierre is lead away.
"Another moment and Davout would have understood that they were doing a bad thing, but the adjutant who came in had prevented that moment."
"Some order of things was killing him--Pierre--depriving him of life, of everything, annihilating him."
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 *):
Marshal Davoust (also "an officer of very great importance", "your highness", and "the Prince d'Eckmuhl".)
Napoleon
Pierre Bezukhoi (also "the man who refuses to give his name".)
Prince Shcherbatof ("Prince Stcherbatow" in Bell. "Prince Shcherbatov" in Wiener, Dunnigan, and Maude.)
Ramball
Abridged Versions: No break in Bell.
Gibian: line break instead of chapter break.
Fuller: Entire chapter is cut.
Komroff: Some of the description of the places and destroyed sections of Moscow are removed. The Davout section is shortened, particularly the section where the two meet eye contact. Followed by another line break.
Kropotkin: A lot of the environmental set up is removed and we get to Davoust a lot quicker. Followed by a line break.
Simmons: entire chapter is cut
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