BOOK TEN: 1812
16. CHAPTER XVI
 
"Well, that's all!" said Kutuzov as he signed the last of the
 documents, and rising heavily and smoothing out the folds in his fat
 white neck he moved toward the door with a more cheerful expression. 
The priest's wife, flushing rosy red, caught up the dish she had
 after all not managed to present at the right moment, though she had
 so long been preparing for it, and with a low bow offered it to
 Kutuzov. 
He screwed up his eyes, smiled, lifted her chin with his hand, and
 said: 
"Ah, what a beauty! Thank you, sweetheart!" 
He took some gold pieces from his trouser pocket and put them on the
 dish for her. "Well, my dear, and how are we getting on?" he asked,
 moving to the door of the room assigned to him. The priest's wife
 smiled, and with dimples in her rosy cheeks followed him into the
 room. The adjutant came out to the porch and asked Prince Andrew to
 lunch with him. Half an hour later Prince Andrew was again called to
 Kutuzov. He found him reclining in an armchair, still in the same
 unbuttoned overcoat. He had in his hand a French book which he
 closed as Prince Andrew entered, marking the place with a knife.
 Prince Andrew saw by the cover that it was Les Chevaliers du Cygne
 by Madame de Genlis. 
"Well, sit down, sit down here. Let's have a talk," said Kutuzov.
 "It's sad, very sad. But remember, my dear fellow, that I am a
 father to you, a second father...." 
Prince Andrew told Kutuzov all he knew of his father's death, and
 what he had seen at Bald Hills when he passed through it. 
"What... what they have brought us to!" Kutuzov suddenly cried in an
 agitated voice, evidently picturing vividly to himself from Prince
 Andrew's story the condition Russia was in. "But give me time, give me
 time!" he said with a grim look, evidently not wishing to continue
 this agitating conversation, and added: "I sent for you to keep you
 with me." 
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