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It
ca
n't
be
helped
!
"
He
said
no
more
,
but
expressed
his
resignation
to
cruel
fate
by
a
gesture
.
Anna
Pávlovna
meditated
.
"
Have
you
never
thought
of
marrying
your
prodigal
son
Anatole
?
"
she
asked
.
"
They
say
old
maids
have
a
mania
for
matchmaking
,
and
though
I
do
n't
feel
that
weakness
in
myself
as
yet
,
I
know
a
little
person
who
is
very
unhappy
with
her
father
.
She
is
a
relation
of
yours
,
Princess
Mary
Bolkónskaya
.
"
Prince
Vasíli
did
not
reply
,
though
,
with
the
quickness
of
memory
and
perception
befitting
a
man
of
the
world
,
he
indicated
by
a
movement
of
the
head
that
he
was
considering
this
information
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
evidently
unable
to
check
the
sad
current
of
his
thoughts
,
"
that
Anatole
is
costing
me
forty
thousand
rubles
a
year
?
And
,
"
he
went
on
after
a
pause
,
"
what
will
it
be
in
five
years
,
if
he
goes
on
like
this
?
"
Presently
he
added
:
"
That
's
what
we
fathers
have
to
put
up
with
...
Is
this
princess
of
yours
rich
?
"
"
Her
father
is
very
rich
and
stingy
.
He
lives
in
the
country
.
He
is
the
well-known
Prince
Bolkónski
who
had
to
retire
from
the
army
under
the
late
Emperor
,
and
was
nicknamed
'
the
King
of
Prussia
.
'
He
is
very
clever
but
eccentric
,
and
a
bore
.
The
poor
girl
is
very
unhappy
.
She
has
a
brother
;
I
think
you
know
him
,
he
married
Lise
Meinen
lately
.
He
is
an
aide-de-camp
of
Kutúzov
's
and
will
be
here
tonight
.
"
"
Listen
,
dear
Annette
,
"
said
the
prince
,
suddenly
taking
Anna
Pávlovna
's
hand
and
for
some
reason
drawing
it
downwards
"
Arrange
that
affair
for
me
and
I
shall
always
be
your
most
devoted
slave-slafe
with
an
f
,
as
a
village
elder
of
mine
writes
in
his
reports
.
She
is
rich
and
of
good
family
and
that
's
all
I
want
.
"
And
with
the
familiarity
and
easy
grace
peculiar
to
him
,
he
raised
the
maid
of
honor
's
hand
to
his
lips
,
kissed
it
,
and
swung
it
to
and
fro
as
he
lay
back
in
his
armchair
,
looking
in
another
direction
.
"
Attendez
,
"
said
Anna
Pávlovna
,
reflecting
,
"
I
'll
speak
to
Lise
,
young
Bolkónski
's
wife
,
this
very
evening
,
and
perhaps
the
thing
can
be
arranged
.
It
shall
be
on
your
family
's
behalf
that
I
'll
start
my
apprenticeship
as
old
maid
.
"
