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"
And
yet
he
's
such
an
affectionate
father
,
"
said
Countess
Mary
,
vindicating
her
husband
,
"
but
only
after
they
are
a
year
old
or
so
...
"
"
Now
,
Pierre
nurses
them
splendidly
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
He
says
his
hand
is
just
made
for
a
baby
's
seat
.
Just
look
!
"
"
Only
not
for
this
...
"
Pierre
suddenly
exclaimed
with
a
laugh
,
and
shifting
the
baby
he
gave
him
to
the
nurse
.
As
in
every
large
household
,
there
were
at
Bald
Hills
several
perfectly
distinct
worlds
which
merged
into
one
harmonious
whole
,
though
each
retained
its
own
peculiarities
and
made
concessions
to
the
others
.
Every
event
,
joyful
or
sad
,
that
took
place
in
that
house
was
important
to
all
these
worlds
,
but
each
had
its
own
special
reasons
to
rejoice
or
grieve
over
that
occurrence
independently
of
the
others
.
For
instance
,
Pierre
's
return
was
a
joyful
and
important
event
and
they
all
felt
it
to
be
so
.
The
servants
--
the
most
reliable
judges
of
their
masters
because
they
judge
not
by
their
conversation
or
expressions
of
feeling
but
by
their
acts
and
way
of
life
--
were
glad
of
Pierre
's
return
because
they
knew
that
when
he
was
there
Count
Nicholas
would
cease
going
every
day
to
attend
to
the
estate
,
and
would
be
in
better
spirits
and
temper
,
and
also
because
they
would
all
receive
handsome
presents
for
the
holidays
.
The
children
and
their
governesses
were
glad
of
Pierre
's
return
because
no
one
else
drew
them
into
the
social
life
of
the
household
as
he
did
.
He
alone
could
play
on
the
clavichord
that
écossaise
(
his
only
piece
)
to
which
,
as
he
said
,
all
possible
dances
could
be
danced
,
and
they
felt
sure
he
had
brought
presents
for
them
all
.
Young
Nicholas
,
now
a
slim
lad
of
fifteen
,
delicate
and
intelligent
,
with
curly
light-brown
hair
and
beautiful
eyes
,
was
delighted
because
Uncle
Pierre
as
he
called
him
was
the
object
of
his
rapturous
and
passionate
affection
.
No
one
had
instilled
into
him
this
love
for
Pierre
whom
he
saw
only
occasionally
.
Countess
Mary
who
had
brought
him
up
had
done
her
utmost
to
make
him
love
her
husband
as
she
loved
him
,
and
little
Nicholas
did
love
his
uncle
,
but
loved
him
with
just
a
shade
of
contempt
.
Pierre
,
however
,
he
adored
.
He
did
not
want
to
be
an
hussar
or
a
Knight
of
St.
George
like
his
uncle
Nicholas
;
he
wanted
to
be
learned
,
wise
,
and
kind
like
Pierre
.
In
Pierre
's
presence
his
face
always
shone
with
pleasure
and
he
flushed
and
was
breathless
when
Pierre
spoke
to
him
.
He
did
not
miss
a
single
word
he
uttered
,
and
would
afterwards
,
with
Dessalles
or
by
himself
,
recall
and
reconsider
the
meaning
of
everything
Pierre
had
said
.
Pierre
's
past
life
and
his
unhappiness
prior
to
1812
(
of
which
young
Nicholas
had
formed
a
vague
poetic
picture
from
some
words
he
had
overheard
)
,
his
adventures
in
Moscow
,
his
captivity
,
Platón
Karatáev
(
of
whom
he
had
heard
from
Pierre
)
,
his
love
for
Natásha
(
of
whom
the
lad
was
also
particularly
fond
)
,
and
especially
Pierre
's
friendship
with
the
father
whom
Nicholas
could
not
remember
--
all
this
made
Pierre
in
his
eyes
a
hero
and
a
saint
.
From
broken
remarks
about
Natásha
and
his
father
,
from
the
emotion
with
which
Pierre
spoke
of
that
dead
father
,
and
from
the
careful
,
reverent
tenderness
with
which
Natásha
spoke
of
him
,
the
boy
,
who
was
only
just
beginning
to
guess
what
love
is
,
derived
the
notion
that
his
father
had
loved
Natásha
and
when
dying
had
left
her
to
his
friend
.
But
the
father
whom
the
boy
did
not
remember
appeared
to
him
a
divinity
who
could
not
be
pictured
,
and
of
whom
he
never
thought
without
a
swelling
heart
and
tears
of
sadness
and
rapture
.
