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tion of self for its reception; and (3) the improvement of the human race through striving for such purification。 Which; he asked; was the first and greatest of those three aims? Undoubtedly self…reformation and self…purification。 It is only towards that aim that we can always strive independently of all circumstances。 But at the same time it is just that aim which requires of us the greatest effort; and therefore; led astray by pride; we let that aim drop; and either strive to penetrate to the mystery which we are unworthy in our impurity to receive; or seek after the reformation of the human race; while we are ourselves setting an example of vice and abomination。 ‘Illuminism’ is not a pure doctrine precisely because it is seduced by worldly activity and puffed up with pride。 On this ground Osip Alexyevitch censured my speech and all I am doing。 At the bottom of my heart I agreed with him。 Talking of my domestic affairs; he said to me: ‘The first duty of a mason; as I have told you; is the perfection of himself。 But often we imagine that by removing all the difficulties of our life; we may better attain this aim。 It is quite the contrary; sir;’ he said to me: ‘it is only in the midst of the cares of the world that we can reach the three great aims—(1) self…knowledge; for a man can know himself only by comparison; (2) greater perfection; which can only be obtained by conflict; and (3) the attainment of the chief virtue—love of death。 Only the corruptions of life can show us all its vanity; and strengthen our innate love for death; or rather regeneration into new life。’ These words were the more remarkable as Osip Alexyevitch; in spite of his grievous physical sufferings; is never weary of life; though he loves death; for which he does not; in spite of all the purity and loftiness of his inner man; yet feel himself prepared。 Then my benefactor explained to me fully the significance of the great square of creation; and pointed out that the third and the seventh number are the basis of everything。 He counselled me not to withdraw from co…operation with the Petersburg brothers; and while undertaking duties only of the second order in the lodge; to endeavour to draw the brothers away from the seductions of pride; and to turn them into the true path of self…knowledge and self…perfection。 Moreover; for myself personally; he advised me first of all to keep a watch over myself; and with that aim he gave me a manuscript…book; the one in which I am writing now; and am to note down all my actions in the future。”
“Petersburg; November 23。—I am reconciled with my wife。 My mother…in…law came to me in tears; and said that Ellen was here; and that she besought me to hear her; that she was innocent; that she was miserable at my desertion of her; and a great deal more。 I knew that if I once let myself see her; I should not be able to refuse to accede to her wishes。 In my uncertainty; I did not know to whose help and advice to have recourse。 If my benefactor had been here; he would have told me what to do。 I retired to my own room; read over the letters of Osip Alexyevitch; recalled my conversations with him; and from all that I reached the conclusion that I ought not to refuse a suppliant; and ought to hold out a helping hand to every one; and; above all; to a person so closely connected with me; and that I must bear my cross。 But if I forgive her for the sake of doing right; at least let my reunion with her have a spiritual end only。 So I decided; and so I wrote to Osip Alexyevitch。 I said to my wife that I begged her to forget all the past; that I begged her to forgive whatever wrong I might have done her; and that I had nothing to forgive her。 It was a joy to me to tell her that。 May she never know how painful it was to me to see her again! I have installed myself in the upper rooms in this great house; and I am conscious of a happy feeling of beginning anew。”


Chapter 9
AT THAT TIME; as always indeed; the exalted society that met at court and at the great balls was split up into several circles; each of which had its special tone。 The largest among them was the French circle—supporting the Napoleonic alliance—the circle of Count Rumyantsev and Caulaincourt。 In this circle Ellen took a leading position; as soon as she had established herself in her husband’s house in Petersburg。 She received the members of the French embassy; and a great number of people; noted for their wit and their politeness; and belonging to that political section。
Ellen had been at Erfurt at the time of the famous meeting of the Emperors; and had there formed close ties with all the notable figures in Europe belonging to the Napoleonic circle。 In Erfurt she had been brilliantly successful。 Napoleon himself; seeing her at the theatre; had asked who she was; and admired her beauty。 Her triumphs in the character of a beautiful and elegant woman did not surprise Pierre; for with years she had become even more beautiful than before。 But what did surprise him was that during the last two years his wife had succeeded in gaining a reputation as “a charming woman; as witty as she is beautiful;” as was said of her。 The distinguished Prince de Ligne wrote her letters of eight pages。 Bilibin treasured up his mots to utter them for the first time before Countess Bezuhov。 To be received in Countess Bezuhov’s salon was looked upon as a certificate of intellect。 Young men read up subjects before one of Ellen’s soirées; so as to be able to talk of something in her salon; and secretaries of the embassy; and even ambassadors; confided diplomatic secrets to her; so that Ellen was in a way a power。 It was with a strange feeling of perplexity and alarm that Pierre; who knew she was very stupid; sometimes at her dinners and soirées; listened to conversation about politics; poetry; and philosophy。 At these soirées he experienced a sensation such as a conjuror must feel who expects every moment that his trick will be discovered。 But either because stupidity was just what was needed for the successful management of such a salon; or because those who were deceived took pleasure in the deception; the cheat was not discovered; and the reputation of “a charming woman” clung so persistently to Elena Vassilyevna Bezuhov; that she could utter the vulgarest and stupidest speeches; and every one was just as enthusiastic over every word; and eagerly found in it a profound meaning of which she did not dream herself。
Pierre was exactly the husband needed by this brilliant society woman。 He was that absent…minded; eccentric; grand seigneur of a husband; who got in nobody’s way and far from spoiling the general impression of the highest tone in her drawing…room; formed by his contrast with his wife’s elegance and tact an advantageous foil to her。 Pierre’s continual concentration on immaterial interests during the last two years; and his genuine contempt for everything else; gave him in his wife’s circle; which did not interest him; that tone of unconcern; indifference; and benevolence towards all alike; which cannot be acquired artificially; and for that reason commands involuntary respect。 He entered his wife’s drawing…room as though it were a theatre; was acquainted with every one; equally affable to all; and to all equally indifferent。 Sometimes he took part in conversation on some subject that interested him; and then; without any consideration whether the “gentlemen of the embassy” were present or not; he mumbled out his opinions; which were by no means always in harmony with the received catch…words of the time。 But the public estimate of the eccentric husband of “the most distinguished woman in Petersburg” was now so well established that no one took his sallies seriously。
Among the numerous young men; who were daily to be seen in Ellen’s house; Boris Drubetskoy; who had by now achieved marked success in the service; was; after Ellen’s return from Erfurt; the most intimate friend of the Bezuhov household。 Ellen used to call him “mon page;” and treated him like a child。 Her smile for him was the same smile she bestowed on all; but it was sometimes distasteful to Pierre to see that smile。 Boris behaved to Pierre with a marked; dignified; and mournful respectfulness。 This shade of respectfulness too disturbed Pierre。 He had suffered so much three years before from the mortification caused him by his wife; that now he secured himself from all possibility of similar mortification; in the first place; by being his wife’s husband only in name; and secondly; by not allowing himself to suspect anything。 “No; now she has become a blue…stocking; she has renounced for ever her former errors;” he said to himself。 “There has never been an instance of a blue…stocking giving way to tender passions;” he repeated to himself; a maxim he had picked up somewhere and implicitly believed。 But; strange to say; the presence of Boris in his wife’s drawing…room (and he was almost always there) had a physical effect on Pierre; it seemed to make all his limbs contract; and destroyed the unconsciousness and freedom of his movement。
“Such a strange antipathy;” thought Pierre; “and at one time I really liked him very much。”
In the eyes of the world; Pierre was a great lord; the rather blind and absurd husband of a distinguished wife; a clever eccentric; who did nothing but who was no trouble to any one; a good…natured; capital fellow。 In Pierre’s soul all this while a complex and laborious process of inner development was going on that revealed much to him and led him to many spiritual doubts and joys。


Chapter 10
HE KEPT UP his diary and this was what he was writing in it at that time:
“November 24。—I got up at eight o’clock; read the Scriptures; then went to my duties” (Pierre by the advice of Osip Alexyevitch was serving on one of the government committees); “came back to dinner; dined alone (the countess had a lot of guests whom I did not care for); ate and drank with moderation; and after dinner copied out passages for the brothers。 In the evening I went down to the countess; and told a ridiculous story about B。; and only bethought myself that I ought not to have done so; when every one was laughing loudly at it。
“I went to bed with a calm and happy spirit。 Great Lord; help me to walk in Thy paths: (1) to flee anger by gentleness and deliberation; (2) to flee lust by self…restraint and loathing; (3) to escape from the turmoil of the world without cutting myself off from (a) the duties of my political work; (b) the cares of my household; (c) relations with my friends; and (d) the management of my finances。”
“November 27。—I got up late and lay a long while in bed after I was awake; giving way to sloth。 My God; help me and strengthen me that I may walk in Thy ways。 Read the Scriptures; but without proper feeling。 Brother Urusov came: talked of the cares of this world。 He told me of the Tsar’s new projects。 I was beginning to criticise them; but remembered my principles and the words of my benefactor; that a true mason ought to be zealous in working for the state; when his aid is required; but should look on quietly at what he is not called upon to assist in。 My tongue is my enemy。 Brothers G。V。 and O。 visited me; there was a conversation preliminary to the reception of a new 

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