" Pierre was right when he said one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and now I do believe in it.

Let the dead bury their dead, but while one has life one must live and be happy!" thought he.

One morning Colonel Berg, whom Pierre knew as he knew everybody in Moscow and Petersburg, came to see him.

Berg arrived in an immaculate brand-new uniform, with his hair pomaded and brushed forward over his temples as the Emperor Alexander wore his hair.