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And
having
thus
demolished
the
young
man
,
Anna
Pávlovna
turned
to
another
group
where
Bilíbin
was
talking
about
the
Austrians
:
having
wrinkled
up
his
face
he
was
evidently
preparing
to
smooth
it
out
again
and
utter
one
of
his
mots
.
"
I
think
it
is
delightful
,
"
he
said
,
referring
to
a
diplomatic
note
that
had
been
sent
to
Vienna
with
some
Austrian
banners
captured
from
the
French
by
Wittgenstein
,
"
the
hero
of
Petropol
"
as
he
was
then
called
in
Petersburg
.
"
What
?
What
's
that
?
"
asked
Anna
Pávlovna
,
securing
silence
for
the
mot
,
which
she
had
heard
before
.
And
Bilíbin
repeated
the
actual
words
of
the
diplomatic
dispatch
,
which
he
had
himself
composed
.
"
The
Emperor
returns
these
Austrian
banners
,
"
said
Bilíbin
,
"
friendly
banners
gone
astray
and
found
on
a
wrong
path
,
"
and
his
brow
became
smooth
again
.
"
Charming
,
charming
!
"
observed
Prince
Vasíli
.
"
The
path
to
Warsaw
,
perhaps
,
"
Prince
Hippolyte
remarked
loudly
and
unexpectedly
.
Everybody
looked
at
him
,
understanding
what
he
meant
.
Prince
Hippolyte
himself
glanced
around
with
amused
surprise
.
He
knew
no
more
than
the
others
what
his
words
meant
.
During
his
diplomatic
career
he
had
more
than
once
noticed
that
such
utterances
were
received
as
very
witty
,
and
at
every
opportunity
he
uttered
in
that
way
the
first
words
that
entered
his
head
.
"
It
may
turn
out
very
well
,
"
he
thought
,
"
but
if
not
,
they
'll
know
how
to
arrange
matters
.
"
And
really
,
during
the
awkward
silence
that
ensued
,
that
insufficiently
patriotic
person
entered
whom
Anna
Pávlovna
had
been
waiting
for
and
wished
to
convert
,
and
she
,
smiling
and
shaking
a
finger
at
Hippolyte
,
invited
Prince
Vasíli
to
the
table
and
bringing
him
two
candles
and
the
manuscript
begged
him
to
begin
.
Everyone
became
silent
.
"
Most
Gracious
Sovereign
and
Emperor
!
"
Prince
Vasíli
sternly
declaimed
,
looking
round
at
his
audience
as
if
to
inquire
whether
anyone
had
anything
to
say
to
the
contrary
.
But
no
one
said
anything
.
"
Moscow
,
our
ancient
capital
,
the
New
Jerusalem
,
receives
her
Christ
"
--
he
placed
a
sudden
emphasis
on
the
word
her
--
"
as
a
mother
receives
her
zealous
sons
into
her
arms
,
and
through
the
gathering
mists
,
foreseeing
the
brilliant
glory
of
thy
rule
,
sings
in
exultation
,
'
Hosanna
,
blessed
is
he
that
cometh
!
"'
Prince
Vasíli
pronounced
these
last
words
in
a
tearful
voice
.
