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Pierre
felt
confused
and
wished
to
avoid
that
look
,
but
the
bright
old
eyes
attracted
him
irresistibly
.
"
I
have
the
pleasure
of
addressing
Count
Bezúkhov
,
if
I
am
not
mistaken
,
"
said
the
stranger
in
a
deliberate
and
loud
voice
.
Pierre
looked
silently
and
inquiringly
at
him
over
his
spectacles
.
"
I
have
heard
of
you
,
my
dear
sir
,
"
continued
the
stranger
,
"
and
of
your
misfortune
.
"
He
seemed
to
emphasize
the
last
word
,
as
if
to
say
--
"
Yes
,
misfortune
!
Call
it
what
you
please
,
I
know
that
what
happened
to
you
in
Moscow
was
a
misfortune
.
"
--
"
I
regret
it
very
much
,
my
dear
sir
.
"
Pierre
flushed
and
,
hurriedly
putting
his
legs
down
from
the
bed
,
bent
forward
toward
the
old
man
with
a
forced
and
timid
smile
.
"
I
have
not
referred
to
this
out
of
curiosity
,
my
dear
sir
,
but
for
greater
reasons
.
"
He
paused
,
his
gaze
still
on
Pierre
,
and
moved
aside
on
the
sofa
by
way
of
inviting
the
other
to
take
a
seat
beside
him
.
Pierre
felt
reluctant
to
enter
into
conversation
with
this
old
man
,
but
,
submitting
to
him
involuntarily
,
came
up
and
sat
down
beside
him
.
"
You
are
unhappy
,
my
dear
sir
,
"
the
stranger
continued
.
"
You
are
young
and
I
am
old
.
I
should
like
to
help
you
as
far
as
lies
in
my
power
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
said
Pierre
,
with
a
forced
smile
.
"
I
am
very
grateful
to
you
.
Where
are
you
traveling
from
?
"
The
stranger
's
face
was
not
genial
,
it
was
even
cold
and
severe
,
but
in
spite
of
this
,
both
the
face
and
words
of
his
new
acquaintance
were
irresistibly
attractive
to
Pierre
.
