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"
"
And
what
nonsense
all
this
is
that
I
am
saying
!
"
thought
a
diplomatist
,
glancing
at
the
happy
faces
of
the
lovers
.
"
That
's
happiness
!
"
Into
the
insignificant
,
trifling
,
and
artificial
interests
uniting
that
society
had
entered
the
simple
feeling
of
the
attraction
of
a
healthy
and
handsome
young
man
and
woman
for
one
another
.
And
this
human
feeling
dominated
everything
else
and
soared
above
all
their
affected
chatter
.
Jests
fell
flat
,
news
was
not
interesting
,
and
the
animation
was
evidently
forced
.
Not
only
the
guests
but
even
the
footmen
waiting
at
table
seemed
to
feel
this
,
and
they
forgot
their
duties
as
they
looked
at
the
beautiful
Hélène
with
her
radiant
face
and
at
the
red
,
broad
,
and
happy
though
uneasy
face
of
Pierre
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
very
light
of
the
candles
was
focused
on
those
two
happy
faces
alone
.
Pierre
felt
that
he
was
the
center
of
it
all
,
and
this
both
pleased
and
embarrassed
him
.
He
was
like
a
man
entirely
absorbed
in
some
occupation
.
He
did
not
see
,
hear
,
or
understand
anything
clearly
.
Only
now
and
then
detached
ideas
and
impressions
from
the
world
of
reality
shot
unexpectedly
through
his
mind
.
"
So
it
is
all
finished
!
"
he
thought
.
"
And
how
has
it
all
happened
?
How
quickly
!
Now
I
know
that
not
because
of
her
alone
,
nor
of
myself
alone
,
but
because
of
everyone
,
it
must
inevitably
come
about
.
They
are
all
expecting
it
,
they
are
so
sure
that
it
will
happen
that
I
can
not
,
I
can
not
,
disappoint
them
.
But
how
will
it
be
?
I
do
not
know
,
but
it
will
certainly
happen
!
"
thought
Pierre
,
glancing
at
those
dazzling
shoulders
close
to
his
eyes
.
Or
he
would
suddenly
feel
ashamed
of
he
knew
not
what
.
He
felt
it
awkward
to
attract
everyone
's
attention
and
to
be
considered
a
lucky
man
and
,
with
his
plain
face
,
to
be
looked
on
as
a
sort
of
Paris
possessed
of
a
Helen
.
"
But
no
doubt
it
always
is
and
must
be
so
!
"
he
consoled
himself
.
"
And
besides
,
what
have
I
done
to
bring
it
about
?
How
did
it
begin
?
I
traveled
from
Moscow
with
Prince
Vasíli
.
Then
there
was
nothing
.
So
why
should
I
not
stay
at
his
house
?
Then
I
played
cards
with
her
and
picked
up
her
reticule
and
drove
out
with
her
.
How
did
it
begin
,
when
did
it
all
come
about
?
"
And
here
he
was
sitting
by
her
side
as
her
betrothed
,
seeing
,
hearing
,
feeling
her
nearness
,
her
breathing
,
her
movements
,
her
beauty
.
Then
it
would
suddenly
seem
to
him
that
it
was
not
she
but
he
was
so
unusually
beautiful
,
and
that
that
was
why
they
all
looked
so
at
him
,
and
flattered
by
this
general
admiration
he
would
expand
his
chest
,
raise
his
head
,
and
rejoice
at
his
good
fortune
.
Suddenly
he
heard
a
familiar
voice
repeating
something
to
him
a
second
time
.
But
Pierre
was
so
absorbed
that
he
did
not
understand
what
was
said
.
"
I
am
asking
you
when
you
last
heard
from
Bolkónski
,
"
repeated
Prince
Vasíli
a
third
time
.
"
How
absent-minded
you
are
,
my
dear
fellow
.
"
Prince
Vasíli
smiled
,
and
Pierre
noticed
that
everyone
was
smiling
at
him
and
Hélène
.
"
Well
,
what
of
it
,
if
you
all
know
it
?
"
thought
Pierre
.
"
What
of
it
?
It
's
the
truth
!
"
and
he
himself
smiled
his
gentle
childlike
smile
,
and
Hélène
smiled
too
.
"
When
did
you
get
the
letter
?
Was
it
from
Olmütz
?
"
repeated
Prince
Vasíli
,
who
pretended
to
want
to
know
this
in
order
to
settle
a
dispute
.
"
How
can
one
talk
or
think
of
such
trifles
?
"
thought
Pierre
.
"
Yes
,
from
Olmütz
,
"
he
answered
,
with
a
sigh
.
