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At
posting
stations
,
at
inns
,
and
in
the
landowner
's
snuggery
,
maidservants
had
been
flattered
by
his
notice
,
and
here
too
at
the
governor
's
party
there
were
(
as
it
seemed
to
Nicholas
)
an
inexhaustible
number
of
pretty
young
women
,
married
and
unmarried
,
impatiently
awaiting
his
notice
.
The
women
and
girls
flirted
with
him
and
,
from
the
first
day
,
the
people
concerned
themselves
to
get
this
fine
young
daredevil
of
an
hussar
married
and
settled
down
.
Among
these
was
the
governor
's
wife
herself
,
who
welcomed
Rostóv
as
a
near
relative
and
called
him
"
Nicholas
.
"
Catherine
Petróvna
did
actually
play
valses
and
the
écossaise
,
and
dancing
began
in
which
Nicholas
still
further
captivated
the
provincial
society
by
his
agility
.
His
particularly
free
manner
of
dancing
even
surprised
them
all
.
Nicholas
was
himself
rather
surprised
at
the
way
he
danced
that
evening
.
He
had
never
danced
like
that
in
Moscow
and
would
even
have
considered
such
a
very
free
and
easy
manner
improper
and
in
bad
form
,
but
here
he
felt
it
incumbent
on
him
to
astonish
them
all
by
something
unusual
,
something
they
would
have
to
accept
as
the
regular
thing
in
the
capital
though
new
to
them
in
the
provinces
.
All
the
evening
Nicholas
paid
attention
to
a
blue-eyed
,
plump
and
pleasing
little
blonde
,
the
wife
of
one
of
the
provincial
officials
.
With
the
naïve
conviction
of
young
men
in
a
merry
mood
that
other
men
's
wives
were
created
for
them
,
Rostóv
did
not
leave
the
lady
's
side
and
treated
her
husband
in
a
friendly
and
conspiratorial
style
,
as
if
,
without
speaking
of
it
,
they
knew
how
capitally
Nicholas
and
the
lady
would
get
on
together
The
husband
,
however
,
did
not
seem
to
share
that
conviction
and
tried
to
behave
morosely
with
Rostóv
.
But
the
latter
's
good-natured
naïveté
was
so
boundless
that
sometimes
even
he
involuntarily
yielded
to
Nicholas
'
good
humor
.
Toward
the
end
of
the
evening
,
however
,
as
the
wife
's
face
grew
more
flushed
and
animated
,
the
husband
's
became
more
and
more
melancholy
and
solemn
,
as
though
there
were
but
a
given
amount
of
animation
between
them
and
as
the
wife
's
share
increased
the
husband
's
diminished
.
Nicholas
sat
leaning
slightly
forward
in
an
armchair
,
bending
closely
over
the
blonde
lady
and
paying
her
mythological
compliments
with
a
smile
that
never
left
his
face
.
Jauntily
shifting
the
position
of
his
legs
in
their
tight
riding
breeches
,
diffusing
an
odor
of
perfume
,
and
admiring
his
partner
,
himself
,
and
the
fine
outlines
of
his
legs
in
their
well-fitting
Hessian
boots
,
Nicholas
told
the
blonde
lady
that
he
wished
to
run
away
with
a
certain
lady
here
in
Vorónezh
.
"
Which
lady
?
"
"
A
charming
lady
,
a
divine
one
.
Her
eyes
"
(
Nicholas
looked
at
his
partner
)
"
are
blue
,
her
mouth
coral
and
ivory
;
her
figure
"
(
he
glanced
at
her
shoulders
)
"
like
Diana
's
...
"
The
husband
came
up
and
sullenly
asked
his
wife
what
she
was
talking
about
.
"
Ah
,
Nikíta
Iványch
!
"
cried
Nicholas
,
rising
politely
,
and
as
if
wishing
Nikíta
Iványch
to
share
his
joke
,
he
began
to
tell
him
of
his
intention
to
elope
with
a
blonde
lady
.
The
husband
smiled
gloomily
,
the
wife
gaily
.
The
governor
's
good-natured
wife
came
up
with
a
look
of
disapproval
.
