"I helped you, but all the same I must tell you the truth; it is a dangerous business, and if you think about ita stupid business. Well, you`ll carry her offall right! Will they let it stop at that? It will come out that you`re already married. Why, they`ll have you in the criminal court...."

"Yes, Mamma! Yes, these are very hard times!" said Berg.

His adjutants galloped into the yard before him. Kutuzov was impatiently urging on his horse, which ambled smoothly under his weight, and he raised his hand to his white Horse Guard`s cap with a red band and no peak, nodding his head continually. When he came up to the guard of honor, a fine set of Grenadiers mostly wearing decorations, who were giving him the salute, he looked at them silently and attentively for nearly a minute with the steady gaze of a commander and then turned to the crowd of generals and officers surrounding him. Suddenly his face assumed a subtle expression, he shrugged his shoulders with an air of perplexity.