“I thought that here, in the Caucasus,” he continued, growing more and more animated, “ la vie de camp , 92 the simple, honest men with whom I should be in contact, the war, the dangers⁠—all this would just suit my frame of mind, and I thought I should begin life anew. On me verra au feu 93 ⁠—people would like me, would respect me not for my name only; then I should receive a cross, become a noncommissioned officer, and at last be pardoned, and should return, et, vous savez, avec ce prestige du malheur! 94 But quel désenchantement ! 95