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Meanwhile, Prince Vasily opened the door to the princess's room.
The room was half dark; only two lamps burned in front of the images, and they smelled good of incense and flowers. The whole room was installed with small furniture, wardrobes, cupboards, tables. Behind the screens were the white bedspreads of the high down bed. The dog barked.
"Oh, is that you, mon cousin?"
She got up and straightened her hair, which always, even now, was so unusually smooth, as if it had been made from one piece with the head and covered with varnish.
- What, something happened? She asked. “I’m already so scared.
- Nothing, everything is the same; I just came to talk to you, Katish, about the matter, ”said the prince, wearily sitting down on the chair from which she had risen. - How hot you are, however, - he said, - well, sit down here, causons. [let's talk.]
- I thought, hadn’t something happened? - said the princess, and with her unchanging, stone-stern expression on her face, she sat down opposite the prince, preparing to listen.
“I wanted to sleep, mon cousin, but I can't.
- Well, what, my dear? - said Prince Vasily, taking the princess's hand and bending it down, according to his habit.
It was evident that this "well, that" referred to many things that, without naming, they both understood.
The princess, with her incongruously long legs, dry and straight waist, looked straight and dispassionately at the prince with bulging gray eyes. She shook her head and looked at the images with a sigh. Her gesture could be explained both as an expression of sadness and devotion, and as an expression of fatigue and hope for a speedy rest. Prince Vasily explained this gesture as an expression of weariness.
- And then, - he said, - do you think it is easier? Je suis ereinte, comme un cheval de poste; [I'm worn out like a mail horse;] but all the same, I need to talk to you, Katish, and very seriously.
Prince Vasily fell silent, and his cheeks began to twitch nervously to one side or the other, giving his face an unpleasant expression that was never shown on the face of Prince Vasily when he was in the drawing rooms. His eyes, too, were not the same as always: they looked insolently jokingly, then they looked around in fright.
The princess, holding the dog on her knees with her dry, thin hands, looked attentively into the eyes of Prince Vasily; but it was evident that she would not break the silence with a question, even if she had to remain silent until morning.
“You see, my dear princess and cousin, Katerina Semyonovna,” continued Prince Vasily, apparently, not without an inner struggle, starting to continue his speech, “at such moments as now, you need to think about everything. We need to think about the future, about you ... I love you all as my children, you know that.
The princess gazed at him with the same dullness and motionlessness.
“Finally, we need to think about my family,” Prince Vasily continued angrily pushing the table away from him and not looking at her, “you know, Katish, that you, the three Mamontov sisters, and my wife, are the direct heirs of the count. I know, I know how hard it is for you to talk and think about such things. And it’s not easier for me; but, my friend, I'm in my sixties, I have to be ready for anything. Do you know that I sent for Pierre, and that the count, pointing directly to his portrait, demanded him to come to him?
Prince Vasily looked inquiringly at the princess, but could not understand whether she was thinking what he had told her, or simply looking at him ...
- I never cease to pray to God for one thing, mon cousin, - she answered, - that he would have mercy on him and let his beautiful soul leave this ...
- Yes, that is so, - Prince Vasily continued impatiently, rubbing his bald head and again angrily pulling the table that was pulled back to him, - but finally ... finally the point is, you yourself know that last winter the count wrote a will, according to which he had the entire estate , in addition to direct heirs and us, he gave to Pierre.
- You never know he wrote wills! - said the princess calmly. - But he could not bequeathed to Pierre. Pierre is illegal.
“Ma chere,” Prince Vasily said suddenly, pressing the table to him, perking up and starting to speak quickly, “but what if the letter was written to the emperor, and the count asks to adopt Pierre? You see, according to the count's merits, his request will be respected ...
The princess smiled, as do people who think that they know the business more than those with whom they are talking.
“I’ll tell you more,” Prince Vasily continued, grabbing her hand, “the letter was written, although it was not sent, and the emperor knew about it. The only question is whether it was destroyed or not. If not, then how soon everything will end - Prince Vasily sighed, making it clear that he meant everything would end by words - and the count's papers will be opened, the will with the letter will be handed over to the emperor, and his request will probably be respected. Pierre, as a legitimate son, will receive everything.
- And our part? - asked the princess, smiling ironically, as if everything, but not this, could happen.
- Mais, ma pauvre Catiche, c "est clair, comme le jour. [But, my dear Katish, this is as clear as day.] Then he is the only legitimate heir to everything, and you will not get any of this. You should know, my dear, were the will and the letter written, and were they destroyed. And if for some reason they are forgotten, then you must know where they are and find them, because ...
- It was just lacking! - the princess interrupted him, smiling sardonically and without changing the expression of her eyes. - I am a woman; according to you we are all stupid; but I know so well that an illegitimate son cannot inherit ... Un batard, [Illegal,] - she added, believing with this translation to finally show the prince his groundlessness.
- How do you not understand, finally, Katish! You are so smart: how do you not understand - if the count wrote a letter to the emperor, in which he asks him to recognize his son as legitimate, therefore, Pierre will not be Pierre, but Count Bezukhoi, and then he will receive everything according to his will? And if the will and the letter are not destroyed, then you, except for the consolation that you were virtuous et tout ce qui s "en suit, [and everything that follows from this] will have nothing left. This is true.
- I know that the will has been written; but I also know that it is not valid, and you seem to regard me as a complete fool, mon cousin, ”said the princess with the expression with which women speak, believing that they have said something witty and insulting.