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His
face
was
terrible
and
piteous
to
see
,
especially
from
its
helpless
efforts
to
seem
calm
.
The
score
against
him
reached
the
fateful
sum
of
forty-three
thousand
.
Rostóv
had
just
prepared
a
card
,
by
bending
the
corner
of
which
he
meant
to
double
the
three
thousand
just
put
down
to
his
score
,
when
Dólokhov
,
slamming
down
the
pack
of
cards
,
put
it
aside
and
began
rapidly
adding
up
the
total
of
Rostóv
's
debt
,
breaking
the
chalk
as
he
marked
the
figures
in
his
clear
,
bold
hand
.
"
Supper
,
it
's
time
for
supper
!
And
here
are
the
gypsies
!
"
Some
swarthy
men
and
women
were
really
entering
from
the
cold
outside
and
saying
something
in
their
gypsy
accents
.
Nicholas
understood
that
it
was
all
over
;
but
he
said
in
an
indifferent
tone
:
"
Well
,
wo
n't
you
go
on
?
I
had
a
splendid
card
all
ready
,
"
as
if
it
were
the
fun
of
the
game
which
interested
him
most
.
"
It
's
all
up
!
I
'm
lost
!
"
thought
he
.
"
Now
a
bullet
through
my
brain
--
that
's
all
that
's
left
me
!
"
And
at
the
same
time
he
said
in
a
cheerful
voice
:
"
Come
now
,
just
this
one
more
little
card
!
"
"
All
right
!
"
said
Dólokhov
,
having
finished
the
addition
.
"
All
right
!
Twenty-one
rubles
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
to
the
figure
twenty-one
by
which
the
total
exceeded
the
round
sum
of
forty-three
thousand
;
and
taking
up
a
pack
he
prepared
to
deal
.
Rostóv
submissively
unbent
the
corner
of
his
card
and
,
instead
of
the
six
thousand
he
had
intended
,
carefully
wrote
twenty-one
.
"
It
's
all
the
same
to
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
only
want
to
see
whether
you
will
let
me
win
this
ten
,
or
beat
it
.
"
Dólokhov
began
to
deal
seriously
