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I
will
come
and
spend
the
night
.
He
must
not
be
left
like
this
.
Every
moment
is
precious
.
I
ca
n't
think
why
his
nieces
put
it
off
.
Perhaps
God
will
help
me
to
find
a
way
to
prepare
him
!
...
Adieu
,
Prince
!
May
God
support
you
...
"
"
Adieu
,
ma
bonne
,
"
answered
Prince
Vasíli
turning
away
from
her
.
"
Oh
,
he
is
in
a
dreadful
state
,
"
said
the
mother
to
her
son
when
they
were
in
the
carriage
.
"
He
hardly
recognizes
anybody
.
"
"
I
do
n't
understand
,
Mamma
--
what
is
his
attitude
to
Pierre
?
"
asked
the
son
.
"
The
will
will
show
that
,
my
dear
;
our
fate
also
depends
on
it
.
"
"
But
why
do
you
expect
that
he
will
leave
us
anything
?
"
"
Ah
,
my
dear
!
He
is
so
rich
,
and
we
are
so
poor
!
"
"
Well
,
that
is
hardly
a
sufficient
reason
,
Mamma
...
"
"
Oh
,
Heaven
!
How
ill
he
is
!
"
exclaimed
the
mother
.
After
Anna
Mikháylovna
had
driven
off
with
her
son
to
visit
Count
Cyril
Vladímirovich
Bezúkhov
,
Countess
Rostóva
sat
for
a
long
time
all
alone
applying
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
.
At
last
she
rang
.
