“Well, go on!” said his son.
Prince Andréy, without replying, put him down from his knee and went out of the room.
As soon as Prince Andréy had given up his daily occupations, and especially on returning to the old conditions of life amid which he had been happy, weariness of life overcame him with its former intensity, and he hastened to escape from these memories and to find some work as soon as possible.
“So you’ve decided to go, André?” asked his sister.
“Thank God that I can,” replied Prince Andréy. “I am very sorry you can’t.”
“Why do you say that?” replied Princess Márya. “Why do you say that, when you are going to this terrible war, and he is so old? Mademoiselle Bourienne says he has been asking about you. …”
As soon as she began to speak of that, her lips trembled and her tears began to fall. Prince Andréy turned away and began pacing the room.
“Ah, my God! my