Briggs: Pierre struggles on with the other prisoners. Karatayev is ill.
Maude (chapters 12-15): Pierre's journey among the prisoners. Karataev. His story of the merchant. His death. Pierre rescued
Pevear and Volokhonsky: Pierre's recent days with the prisoners. Karataev's illness. Pierre's reaction.
Translation:
XII.
About that party of captives, in which was Pierre, in the time only of their movements from Moscow, were from the French superiors no new orders. This party, on the 22nd of October, were found now not with those troops and wagons, with which it exited from Moscow. Half of the wagons with breadcrumbs, which were walking behind them in the first transitions, were repulsed by Cossacks, another half left forward; the on foot cavalrymen that went ahead were not one more; they all disappeared. The artillery, which at the first transitions could be seen ahead, were replaced now by the huge wagons of the marshal Juno, escorted by Westphalians. To the back of the captives rode wagons of cavalry things.
From Vyazma the French troops, before marching in three pillars, went now in one bunch. Those signs of disorder, that Pierre saw in the first halt from Moscow, now reached to the last extent.
The road by which they went, from both parties were laid dead horses; ragged people, outdated from different teams, incessantly changing, then attached, then again behind from marching columns.
A few times in the time of the trip were fake alarms, and the soldiers of the convoy raised guns, fired and ran headlong, crushing each other, but then again they were going and scolding each other for vain fear.
These three bunches, marching together — the cavalry depot, the depot of captives and the wagons of Juno, — all still formed something separate and whole, although that, and another, and the third melted fast.
In the depot, in which were 120 wagons at first, now stayed not more than 60; the rest were repulsed or thrown. From the wagon of Juno also was left and repulsed a few wagons. Three wagons were robbed by running backward soldiers from the corps of Davout. From the talking Germans Pierre heard that these wagons were placed in guard more than the prisoners, and that one of their friends, a German soldier, was shot by the order of the marshal himself for that on the soldier was found a silver spoon owned by the marshal.
More again only of these three bunches melted the depot of the captives. Of the 330 people, leaving from Moscow, now stayed less than one hundred. The captives still more than the saddles of the cavalry depot and than the wagons of Juno, burdened the escorting soldiers. The saddles and spoons of Juno, they understood how they could come in handy, but for what were the hungry and cold soldiers standing on guard and watching these same cold and hungry Russians, which died and were behind on the road, which were ordered to be shot — this was not only unclear, but nasty. And the convoy, as would be fearing in this woeful position in which they themselves were found out, not to give back the formerly in them feeling of pity to the prisoners and by that worsen their position, especially gloomily and strictly turned from them.
At Dorogobuzh, at that time as the convoy of the soldiers, locking the captives in the stable, went to rob their same shops, a few people of the captive soldiers undermined under the wall and ran away, but were captured by the French and shot.
The former, introduced at the output from Moscow, order, so that the captive officers went separately from the soldiers, now for a long time was destroyed; all those that could go, went together, and Pierre from the third transition now again was united with Karataev and the purple, curved-legged dog, which elected itself as a host of Karataev.
With Karataev, on the third day of the exit from Moscow, was made that fever, in which he lied in the Moscow hospital, and, by the least as Karataev weakened, Pierre was distant from him. Pierre did not know from what, but as Karataev had become weak, Pierre was to make an effort above himself, so that to come to him. And coming up to him and listening to those quiet moans, with which Karataev usually at halts lied down, and, feeling the intensified in him smell, which issued from Karataev himself, Pierre walked away from him a little farther and did not think about him.
In captive, in the booth, Pierre found out not his mind, but to all the essence of his life, that a person is created for happiness, that happiness is in his most satisfaction of natural, human needs, and that all misfortune going on was not from the lack of, but from the surplus; but now, in these last three weeks of the trip, he found out a still new, consolatory truth — he found out that in the world was nothing scary. He found out that as there is no in the world situation, in which a person was happy and quite free, so there is no situation in which he was quite unhappy and unfree. He found out what was the border of misery and the border of freedom and that this border was very close; that a person, which suffered from that on his pink bed was wrapped up by one sheet, exactly so the same suffered, as he suffered now, falling asleep on the naked, raw land, cooling down one side and warming another; that, when he happened to put on his ballroom, narrow shoes, he exactly so the same suffered as now, when he was walking now really barefoot (his footwear for a long time was disheveled), his feet covered in sores. He found out that when he, as to him it seemed, by his own will married his wife, he was not more free, than now, when he was locked up at night in the stable. Of only what he then called misery, but what then he almost did not feel, the main thing was his barefoot, raw, chilled legs. (The horse meat was tasty and nutritional, the saltpeter bouquet of gunpowder, used instead of salt, was even pleasant, it was not very cold, and the afternoon always happened to be hot, and at night there were fires; the lice, eating him, warmed his body). The one that was heavy in this first time — this was his legs.
In the second day of the transition, examining at the bonfire his sores, Pierre thought that it was impossible to set foot on them; but when all had risen, he went limping and then, when he warmed up, he went without pain, although in the evening it was still scarier to look at his legs. Yet he did not watch them and thought about others.
Now only Pierre got all the force of the vitality of a man and the saving force of transporting attention, invested in a man, similar to that salvation valve in engines, which releases excess steam, as only its density exceeds the famous norm.
He did not see and did not hear, how were shot the retrograded captives, although more than a hundred of them now died in such a way. He did not think about Karataev, who weakened with every afternoon and obviously soon should be subjected to that same fate. Still less Pierre thought about himself. The harder became his position, the scarier was his future, by that independent from this situation in which he was found out, came to him joyful and calming thoughts, memories and presentations.
Mentioned: on the third day after leaving Moscow, second day's march
Locations: Dorogobuzh
Mentioned: French, Moscow, Westphalians, Vyazma, Germans, Russian,
Pevear and Volokhonsky Notes: We flip and flashback to Pierre's side of the story. "The signs of disorder, which Pierre had noticed at the first halt after Moscow, had now reached the final degree." We get details about the different factions of the retreat that have melted away. Pierre has been marching with Karataev, but Karataev has gotten sick again and Pierre finds that he has to make an effort to get close to him, preferring to stay away and not think about him.
Pierre "had learned that there is nothing frightening in the world...He had learned there is a limit to suffering and a limit to freedom, and that those limits are very close." What bothers Pierre more than anything is his feet. He chooses not to think about Karataev's future and decides to focus on "joyful and calming thoughts, memories, and images that came to 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 *):
Pierre
Marshal Junot (and his Westphalians.)
Davoust (his corps)
Karatayef
The short-legged pink dog
Ellen ("his wife")
(also French commanders, Cossacks, and different departments of the French army. Also the other Russian prisoners. Also Germans, including the German soldier shot by Junot's orders.)
Abridged Versions: Start of Chapter 13 in Bell. Line break instead of chapter break at the end.
Gibian: Chapter 3: line break instead of chapter break.
Fuller: We pick up on the update on the dwindling party of prisoners, removing all the information about the army and its dwindling party broken up into warring factions. We also lose the last part of the chapter, which reflects on Pierre's inner recollections, really only leaving the information about the retreat and the update on Karataev. No line break.
Komroff: Chapter basically preserved. Followed by line break.
Kropotkin: Chapter 7: The details about the failing French party, including the details about Junot's men, are basically removed. We get to Karatayef's sickness much quicker. No break.
Simmons: Chapter 3: a lot of the description of the baggage train is removed. The section describing Pierre's newfound happiness is shortened. Line break instead of chapter break.
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