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Her
face
wore
the
proud
expression
of
a
surgeon
who
has
just
performed
a
difficult
operation
and
admits
the
public
to
appreciate
his
skill
.
"
It
is
done
!
"
she
said
to
the
count
,
pointing
triumphantly
to
the
countess
,
who
sat
holding
in
one
hand
the
snuffbox
with
its
portrait
and
in
the
other
the
letter
,
and
pressing
them
alternately
to
her
lips
.
When
she
saw
the
count
,
she
stretched
out
her
arms
to
him
,
embraced
his
bald
head
,
over
which
she
again
looked
at
the
letter
and
the
portrait
,
and
in
order
to
press
them
again
to
her
lips
,
she
slightly
pushed
away
the
bald
head
.
Véra
,
Natásha
,
Sónya
,
and
Pétya
now
entered
the
room
,
and
the
reading
of
the
letter
began
.
After
a
brief
description
of
the
campaign
and
the
two
battles
in
which
he
had
taken
part
,
and
his
promotion
,
Nicholas
said
that
he
kissed
his
father
's
and
mother
's
hands
asking
for
their
blessing
,
and
that
he
kissed
Véra
,
Natásha
,
and
Pétya
.
Besides
that
,
he
sent
greetings
to
Monsieur
Schelling
,
Madame
Schoss
,
and
his
old
nurse
,
and
asked
them
to
kiss
for
him
"
dear
Sónya
,
whom
he
loved
and
thought
of
just
the
same
as
ever
.
"
When
she
heard
this
Sónya
blushed
so
that
tears
came
into
her
eyes
and
,
unable
to
bear
the
looks
turned
upon
her
,
ran
away
into
the
dancing
hall
,
whirled
round
it
at
full
speed
with
her
dress
puffed
out
like
a
balloon
,
and
,
flushed
and
smiling
,
plumped
down
on
the
floor
.
The
countess
was
crying
.
"
Why
are
you
crying
,
Mamma
?
"
asked
Véra
.
"
From
all
he
says
one
should
be
glad
and
not
cry
.
"
This
was
quite
true
,
but
the
count
,
the
countess
,
and
Natásha
looked
at
her
reproachfully
.
"
And
who
is
it
she
takes
after
?
"
thought
the
countess
.
Nicholas
'
letter
was
read
over
hundreds
of
times
,
and
those
who
were
considered
worthy
to
hear
it
had
to
come
to
the
countess
,
for
she
did
not
let
it
out
of
her
hands
.
The
tutors
came
,
and
the
nurses
,
and
Dmítri
,
and
several
acquaintances
,
and
the
countess
reread
the
letter
each
time
with
fresh
pleasure
and
each
time
discovered
in
it
fresh
proofs
of
Nikólenka
's
virtues
.
How
strange
,
how
extraordinary
,
how
joyful
it
seemed
,
that
her
son
,
the
scarcely
perceptible
motion
of
whose
tiny
limbs
she
had
felt
twenty
years
ago
within
her
,
that
son
about
whom
she
used
to
have
quarrels
with
the
too
indulgent
count
,
that
son
who
had
first
learned
to
say
"
pear
"
and
then
"
granny
,
"
that
this
son
should
now
be
away
in
a
foreign
land
amid
strange
surroundings
,
a
manly
warrior
doing
some
kind
of
man
's
work
of
his
own
,
without
help
or
guidance
.
The
universal
experience
of
ages
,
showing
that
children
do
grow
imperceptibly
from
the
cradle
to
manhood
,
did
not
exist
for
the
countess
.
Her
son
's
growth
toward
manhood
,
at
each
of
its
stages
,
had
seemed
as
extraordinary
to
her
as
if
there
had
never
existed
the
millions
of
human
beings
who
grew
up
in
the
same
way
.
As
twenty
years
before
,
it
seemed
impossible
that
the
little
creature
who
lived
somewhere
under
her
heart
would
ever
cry
,
suck
her
breast
,
and
begin
to
speak
,
so
now
she
could
not
believe
that
that
little
creature
could
be
this
strong
,
brave
man
,
this
model
son
and
officer
that
,
judging
by
this
letter
,
he
now
was
.
"
What
a
style
!
How
charmingly
he
describes
!
"
said
she
,
reading
the
descriptive
part
of
the
letter
"
And
what
a
soul
!
Not
a
word
about
himself
...
Not
a
word
!
About
some
Denísov
or
other
,
though
he
himself
,
I
dare
say
,
is
braver
than
any
of
them
.
He
says
nothing
about
his
sufferings
.
What
a
heart
!
How
like
him
it
is
!
And
how
he
has
remembered
everybody
!
Not
forgetting
anyone
.
I
always
said
when
he
was
only
so
high
--
I
always
said
...
"
For
more
than
a
week
preparations
were
being
made
,
rough
drafts
of
letters
to
Nicholas
from
all
the
household
were
written
and
copied
out
,
while
under
the
supervision
of
the
countess
and
the
solicitude
of
the
count
,
money
and
all
things
necessary
for
the
uniform
and
equipment
of
the
newly
commissioned
officer
were
collected
.
Anna
Mikháylovna
,
practical
woman
that
she
was
,
had
even
managed
by
favor
with
army
authorities
to
secure
advantageous
means
of
communication
for
herself
and
her
son
.
She
had
opportunities
of
sending
her
letters
to
the
Grand
Duke
Constantine
Pávlovich
,
who
commanded
the
Guards
.
The
Rostóvs
supposed
that
The
Russian
Guards
,
Abroad
,
was
quite
a
definite
address
,
and
that
if
a
letter
reached
the
Grand
Duke
in
command
of
the
Guards
there
was
no
reason
why
it
should
not
reach
the
Pávlograd
regiment
,
which
was
presumably
somewhere
in
the
same
neighborhood
.
And
so
it
was
decided
to
send
the
letters
and
money
by
the
Grand
Duke
's
courier
to
Borís
and
Borís
was
to
forward
them
to
Nicholas
.
The
letters
were
from
the
old
count
,
the
countess
,
Pétya
,
Véra
,
Natásha
,
and
Sónya
,
and
finally
there
were
six
thousand
rubles
for
his
outfit
and
various
other
things
the
old
count
sent
to
his
son
.
