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ierre, having decided that until he had carried out his design he would
disclose neither his identity nor his knowledge of French, stood at the
half-open door of the corridor, intending to conceal himself as soon
as the French entered. But the French entered and still Pierre did not
retire—an irresistible curiosity kept him there.
There were two of them. One was an officer—a tall, soldierly, handsome
man—the other evidently a private or an orderly, sunburned, short, and
thin, with sunken cheeks and a dull expression. The officer walked in
front, leaning on a stick and slightly limping. When he had advanced
a few steps he stopped, having apparently decided that these were good
quarters, turned round to the soldiers standing at the entrance, and in
a loud voice of command ordered them to put up the horses. Having done
that, the officer, lifting his elbow with a smart gesture, stroked his
mustache and lightly touched his hat.
“Bonjour, la compagnie!” * said he gaily, smiling and looking about him.
* “Good day, everybody!”
No one gave any reply.
“Vous êtes le bourgeois?” * the officer asked Gerásim.
* “Are you the master here?”
Gerásim gazed at the officer with an alarmed and inquiring look.
“Quartier, quartier, logement!” said the officer, looking down at the
little man with a condescending and good-natured smile. “Les français
sont de bons enfants. Que diable! Voyons! Ne nous fâchons pas, mon
vieux!” * added he, clapping the scared and silent Gerásim on the
shoulder. “Well, does no one speak French in this establishment?” he
asked again in French, looking around and meeting Pierre’s eyes. Pierre
moved away from the door.
* “Quarters, quarters, lodgings! The French are good
fellows. What the devil! There, don’t let us be cross, old
fellow!”
Again the officer turned to Gerásim and asked him to show him the rooms
in the house.
“Master, not here—don’t understand... me, you...” said Gerásim, trying
to render his words more comprehensible by contorting them.
Still smiling, the French officer spread out his hands before Gerásim’s
nose, intimating that he did not understand him either, and moved,
limping, to the door at which Pierre was standing. Pierre wished to go
away and conceal himself, but at that moment he saw Makár Alexéevich
appearing at the open kitchen door with the pistol in his hand. With
a madman’s cunning, Makár Alexéevich eyed the Frenchman, raised his
pistol, and took aim.
“Board them!” yelled the tipsy man, trying to press the trigger. Hearing
the yell the officer turned round, and at the same moment Pierre threw
himself on the drunkard. Just when Pierre snatched at and struck up the
pistol Makár Alexéevich at last got his fingers on the trigger, there
was a deafening report, and all were enveloped in a cloud of smoke. The
Frenchman turned pale and rushed to the door.
Forgetting his intention of concealing his knowledge of French, Pierre,
snatching away the pistol and throwing it down, ran up to the officer
and addressed him in French.
“You are not wounded?” he asked.
“I think not,” answered the Frenchman, feeling himself over. “But I have
had a lucky escape this time,” he added, pointing to the damaged plaster
of the wall. “Who is that man?” said he, looking sternly at Pierre.
“Oh, I am really in despair at what has occurred,” said Pierre rapidly,
quite forgetting the part he had intended to play. “He is an unfortunate
madman who did not know what he was doing.”
The officer went up to Makár Alexéevich and took him by the collar.
Makár Alexéevich was standing with parted lips, swaying, as if about to
fall asleep, as he leaned against the wall.
“Brigand! You shall pay for this,” said the Frenchman, letting go
of him. “We French are merciful after victory, but we do not pardon
traitors,” he added, with a look of gloomy dignity and a fine energetic
gesture.
Pierre continued, in French, to persuade the officer not to hold that
drunken imbecile to account. The Frenchman listened in silence with the
same gloomy expression, but suddenly turned to Pierre with a smile. For
a few seconds he looked at him in silence. His handsome face assumed a
melodramatically gentle expression and he held out his hand.
“You have saved my life. You are French,” said he.
For a Frenchman that deduction was indubitable. Only a Frenchman could
perform a great deed, and to save his life—the life of M. Ramballe,
captain of the 13th Light Regiment—was undoubtedly a very great deed.
But however indubitable that conclusion and the officer’s conviction
based upon it, Pierre felt it necessary to disillusion him.
“I am Russian,” he said quickly.
“Tut, tut, tut! Tell that to others,” said the officer, waving his
finger before his nose and smiling. “You shall tell me all about that
presently. I am delighted to meet a compatriot. Well, and what are we
to do with this man?” he added, addressing himself to Pierre as to a
brother.
Even if Pierre were not a Frenchman, having once received that loftiest
of human appellations he could not renounce it, said the officer’s look
and tone. In reply to his last question Pierre again explained who Makár
Alexéevich was and how just before their arrival that drunken imbecile
had seized the loaded pistol which they had not had time to recover from
him, and begged the officer to let the deed go unpunished.
The Frenchman expanded his chest and made a majestic gesture with his
arm.
“You have saved my life! You are French. You ask his pardon? I grant it
you. Lead that man away!” said he quickly and energetically, and taking
the arm of Pierre whom he had promoted to be a Frenchman for saving his
life, he went with him into the room.
The soldiers in the yard, hearing the shot, came into the passage asking
what had happened, and expressed their readiness to punish the culprits,
but the officer sternly checked them.
“You will be called in when you are wanted,” he said.
The soldiers went out again, and the orderly, who had meanwhile had time
to visit the kitchen, came up to his officer.
“Captain, there is soup and a leg of mutton in the kitchen,” said he.
“Shall I serve them up?”
“Yes, and some wine,” answered the captain.
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Let's Analyse the Pattern
Under extreme pressure, people's authentic values and character emerge, bypassing their carefully constructed social personas.
Why This Matters
Connect literature to life
This chapter teaches how to identify people's true nature by watching what they do under pressure, not what they say in comfortable moments.
Practice This Today
This week, notice when someone faces unexpected stress at work or home—their instinctive response reveals their authentic character better than months of casual conversation.
Now let's explore the literary elements.
Key Quotes & Analysis
"An irresistible curiosity kept him there"
Context: Pierre was supposed to hide when the French entered but couldn't make himself leave
This shows how our curiosity can override our survival instincts. Pierre's need to see what happens next undermines his careful planning and puts him in danger.
In Today's Words:
He just had to see what would happen next, even though he knew he should get out of there
"Les français sont de bons enfants"
Context: The French officer trying to reassure the scared Russian servant
The officer is trying to show he's not a monster, just a regular guy doing his job. It reveals how even occupying soldiers want to see themselves as decent people.
In Today's Words:
Hey, we're the good guys here - no need to be scared of us
"You performed a gallant deed worthy of a Frenchman"
Context: After Pierre saves his life from the drunken gunman
The captain can only understand Pierre's heroism through his own cultural lens. He assumes noble behavior must come from his own people, showing how prejudice works both ways.
In Today's Words:
Only someone from my group could do something that awesome
Thematic Threads
Identity
In This Chapter
Pierre's carefully planned disguise crumbles when his true nature emerges in crisis
Development
Evolved from Pierre's earlier identity confusion to this moment of authentic self-revelation
In Your Life:
You discover who you really are not in quiet reflection, but in how you respond when everything's on the line.
Human Connection
In This Chapter
The French captain's gratitude transcends national boundaries, creating instant brotherhood
Development
Builds on earlier themes of connection across class and social divides
In Your Life:
Genuine human moments can bridge even the deepest political or cultural differences in your workplace or community.
Moral Choice
In This Chapter
Pierre instinctively chooses to prevent violence rather than further his mission
Development
Culminates Pierre's moral journey from passive observer to active moral agent
In Your Life:
Your split-second decisions in crisis situations reveal your true moral compass more than your deliberate choices.
Assumptions
In This Chapter
The captain assumes Pierre must be French because only a Frenchman could act so nobly
Development
Introduced here as a new exploration of how our beliefs shape reality
In Your Life:
People will often interpret your actions through the lens of their own assumptions, creating opportunities or constraints you didn't expect.
Irony
In This Chapter
Pierre, planning to kill Napoleon, ends up saving a French officer and being embraced as French
Development
Continues Tolstoy's pattern of showing how life rarely follows our plans
In Your Life:
Your biggest breakthroughs often come from situations that seem to contradict your original goals.
You now have the context. Time to form your own thoughts.
Discussion Questions
- 1
Why does Pierre instinctively throw himself forward to stop Makár from shooting the French officer, even though this ruins his disguise and mission?
analysis • surface - 2
What does Captain Ramballe's insistence that Pierre must be French reveal about how we judge character and create assumptions about people?
analysis • medium - 3
Think of a time when you acted on instinct during a crisis. What did your automatic response reveal about your true values, regardless of what you normally tell yourself?
application • medium - 4
How can you use the pattern of 'instinctive revelation' to better understand the people in your workplace, family, or community when they're under pressure?
application • deep - 5
What does Pierre's heroic act toward an enemy soldier teach us about the difference between our political beliefs and our fundamental humanity?
reflection • deep
Critical Thinking Exercise
Map Your Crisis Values
Think of three high-pressure situations you've experienced recently—at work, at home, or in your community. Write down what you did instinctively in each situation, before you had time to think or plan. Then identify what core value drove each response. Compare these crisis values to what you normally say matters most to you.
Consider:
- •Your first instinct often reveals your truest priorities, not your planned responses
- •Look for patterns across different crisis situations—they point to your authentic character
- •If you don't like what your crisis responses reveal, focus on changing your core beliefs, not just your surface behavior
Journaling Prompt
Write about a time when your instinctive response to a crisis surprised you. What did you learn about yourself that you hadn't recognized before? How might you use this self-knowledge to make better choices going forward?
Coming Up Next...
Chapter 258: The Disarming Power of Human Connection
Pierre finds himself drawn deeper into an unexpected friendship with Captain Ramballe, as the boundaries between enemy and ally continue to blur in ways that will challenge everything he thought he knew about war and human nature.
