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The
quiet
home
life
and
peaceful
happiness
of
Bald
Hills
presented
itself
to
him
.
He
was
already
enjoying
that
happiness
when
that
little
Napoleon
had
suddenly
appeared
with
his
unsympathizing
look
of
shortsighted
delight
at
the
misery
of
others
,
and
doubts
and
torments
had
followed
,
and
only
the
heavens
promised
peace
.
Toward
morning
all
these
dreams
melted
and
merged
into
the
chaos
and
darkness
of
unconciousness
and
oblivion
which
in
the
opinion
of
Napoleon
's
doctor
,
Larrey
,
was
much
more
likely
to
end
in
death
than
in
convalescence
.
"
He
is
a
nervous
,
bilious
subject
,
"
said
Larrey
,
"
and
will
not
recover
.
"
And
Prince
Andrew
,
with
others
fatally
wounded
,
was
left
to
the
care
of
the
inhabitants
of
the
district
.
Early
in
the
year
1806
Nicholas
Rostóv
returned
home
on
leave
.
Denísov
was
going
home
to
Vorónezh
and
Rostóv
persuaded
him
to
travel
with
him
as
far
as
Moscow
and
to
stay
with
him
there
.
Meeting
a
comrade
at
the
last
post
station
but
one
before
Moscow
,
Denísov
had
drunk
three
bottles
of
wine
with
him
and
,
despite
the
jolting
ruts
across
the
snow-covered
road
,
did
not
once
wake
up
on
the
way
to
Moscow
,
but
lay
at
the
bottom
of
the
sleigh
beside
Rostóv
,
who
grew
more
and
more
impatient
the
nearer
they
got
to
Moscow
.
"
How
much
longer
?
How
much
longer
?
Oh
,
these
insufferable
streets
,
shops
,
bakers
'
signboards
,
street
lamps
,
and
sleighs
!
"
thought
Rostóv
,
when
their
leave
permits
had
been
passed
at
the
town
gate
and
they
had
entered
Moscow
.
"
Denísov
!
We
're
here
!
He
's
asleep
,
"
he
added
,
leaning
forward
with
his
whole
body
as
if
in
that
position
he
hoped
to
hasten
the
speed
of
the
sleigh
.
Denísov
gave
no
answer
.
"
There
's
the
corner
at
the
crossroads
,
where
the
cabman
,
Zakhár
,
has
his
stand
,
and
there
's
Zakhár
himself
and
still
the
same
horse
!
And
here
's
the
little
shop
where
we
used
to
buy
gingerbread
!
Ca
n't
you
hurry
up
?
Now
then
!
"
"
Which
house
is
it
?
"
asked
the
driver
.
"
Why
,
that
one
,
right
at
the
end
,
the
big
one
.
Do
n't
you
see
?
That
's
our
house
,
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
Of
course
,
it
's
our
house
!
Denísov
,
Denísov
!
We
're
almost
there
!
"
