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“
Here
am
I
too
,
”
said
the
old
prince
.
“
I
’
ve
been
staying
abroad
and
reading
the
papers
,
and
I
must
own
,
up
to
the
time
of
the
Bulgarian
atrocities
,
I
couldn
’
t
make
out
why
it
was
all
the
Russians
were
all
of
a
sudden
so
fond
of
their
Slavonic
brethren
,
while
I
didn
’
t
feel
the
slightest
affection
for
them
.
I
was
very
much
upset
,
thought
I
was
a
monster
,
or
that
it
was
the
influence
of
Carlsbad
on
me
.
But
since
I
have
been
here
,
my
mind
’
s
been
set
at
rest
.
I
see
that
there
are
people
besides
me
who
’
re
only
interested
in
Russia
,
and
not
in
their
Slavonic
brethren
.
Here
’
s
Konstantin
too
.
”
“
Personal
opinions
mean
nothing
in
such
a
case
,
”
said
Sergey
Ivanovitch
;
“
it
’
s
not
a
matter
of
personal
opinions
when
all
Russia
—
the
whole
people
—
has
expressed
its
will
.
”
“
But
excuse
me
,
I
don
’
t
see
that
.
The
people
don
’
t
know
anything
about
it
,
if
you
come
to
that
,
”
said
the
old
prince
.
“
Oh
,
papa
!
.
.
.
how
can
you
say
that
?
And
last
Sunday
in
church
?
”
said
Dolly
,
listening
to
the
conversation
.
“
Please
give
me
a
cloth
,
”
she
said
to
the
old
man
,
who
was
looking
at
the
children
with
a
smile
.
“
Why
,
it
’
s
not
possible
that
all
.
.
.
.
”
“
But
what
was
it
in
church
on
Sunday
?
The
priest
had
been
told
to
read
that
.
He
read
it
.
They
didn
’
t
understand
a
word
of
it
.
Then
they
were
told
that
there
was
to
be
a
collection
for
a
pious
object
in
church
;
well
,
they
pulled
out
their
halfpence
and
gave
them
,
but
what
for
they
couldn
’
t
say
.
”
“
The
people
cannot
help
knowing
;
the
sense
of
their
own
destinies
is
always
in
the
people
,
and
at
such
moments
as
the
present
that
sense
finds
utterance
,
”
said
Sergey
Ivanovitch
with
conviction
,
glancing
at
the
old
bee
-
keeper
.
The
handsome
old
man
,
with
black
grizzled
beard
and
thick
silvery
hair
,
stood
motionless
,
holding
a
cup
of
honey
,
looking
down
from
the
height
of
his
tall
figure
with
friendly
serenity
at
the
gentlefolk
,
obviously
understanding
nothing
of
their
conversation
and
not
caring
to
understand
it
.
“
That
’
s
so
,
no
doubt
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
significant
shake
of
his
head
at
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
words
.
“
Here
,
then
,
ask
him
.
He
knows
nothing
about
it
and
thinks
nothing
,
”
said
Levin
.
“
Have
you
heard
about
the
war
,
Mihalitch
?
”
he
said
,
turning
to
him
.
“
What
they
read
in
the
church
?
What
do
you
think
about
it
?
Ought
we
to
fight
for
the
Christians
?
”
