Nicholas Bolkonski's son need not serve under anyone if he is in disfavor.

Now come here." *Kutuzov.
He spoke so rapidly that he did not finish half his words, but his son was accustomed to understand him.

He led him to the desk, raised the lid, drew out a drawer, and took out an exercise book filled with his bold, tall, close handwriting.
"I shall probably die before you.

So remember, these are my memoirs; hand them to the Emperor after my death.

Now here is a Lombard bond and a letter; it is a premium for the man who writes a history of Suvorov's wars.