-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Война и мир
-
- Стр. 64/1273
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
I
am
glad
I
have
spoken
out
fully
.
Perhaps
you
did
not
like
it
?
You
must
excuse
me
,
"
said
he
,
putting
Pierre
at
ease
instead
of
being
put
at
ease
by
him
,
"
but
I
hope
I
have
not
offended
you
.
I
always
make
it
a
rule
to
speak
out
...
Well
,
what
answer
am
I
to
take
?
Will
you
come
to
dinner
at
the
Rostóvs
'
?
"
And
Borís
,
having
apparently
relieved
himself
of
an
onerous
duty
and
extricated
himself
from
an
awkward
situation
and
placed
another
in
it
,
became
quite
pleasant
again
.
"
No
,
but
I
say
,
"
said
Pierre
,
calming
down
,
"
you
are
a
wonderful
fellow
!
What
you
have
just
said
is
good
,
very
good
.
Of
course
you
do
n't
know
me
.
We
have
not
met
for
such
a
long
time
...
not
since
we
were
children
.
You
might
think
that
I.
.
.
I
understand
,
quite
understand
.
I
could
not
have
done
it
myself
,
I
should
not
have
had
the
courage
,
but
it
's
splendid
.
I
am
very
glad
to
have
made
your
acquaintance
.
It
's
queer
,
"
he
added
after
a
pause
,
"
that
you
should
have
suspected
me
!
"
He
began
to
laugh
.
"
Well
,
what
of
it
!
I
hope
we
'll
get
better
acquainted
,
"
and
he
pressed
Borís
'
hand
.
"
Do
you
know
,
I
have
not
once
been
in
to
see
the
count
.
He
has
not
sent
for
me
...
I
am
sorry
for
him
as
a
man
,
but
what
can
one
do
?
"
"
And
so
you
think
Napoleon
will
manage
to
get
an
army
across
?
"
asked
Borís
with
a
smile
.
Pierre
saw
that
Borís
wished
to
change
the
subject
,
and
being
of
the
same
mind
he
began
explaining
the
advantages
and
disadvantages
of
the
Boulogne
expedition
.
A
footman
came
in
to
summon
Borís
--
the
princess
was
going
.
Pierre
,
in
order
to
make
Borís
'
better
acquaintance
,
promised
to
come
to
dinner
,
and
warmly
pressing
his
hand
looked
affectionately
over
his
spectacles
into
Borís
'
eyes
.
After
he
had
gone
Pierre
continued
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
for
a
long
time
,
no
longer
piercing
an
imaginary
foe
with
his
imaginary
sword
,
but
smiling
at
the
remembrance
of
that
pleasant
,
intelligent
,
and
resolute
young
man
.
As
often
happens
in
early
youth
,
especially
to
one
who
leads
a
lonely
life
,
he
felt
an
unaccountable
tenderness
for
this
young
man
and
made
up
his
mind
that
they
would
be
friends
.
Prince
Vasíli
saw
the
princess
off
.
She
held
a
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
and
her
face
was
tearful
.
"
It
is
dreadful
,
dreadful
!
"
she
was
saying
,
"
but
cost
me
what
it
may
I
shall
do
my
duty
