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"
You
,
my
little
countess
,
are
a
notorious
spendthrift
,
"
said
the
count
,
and
having
kissed
his
wife
's
hand
he
went
back
to
his
study
When
Anna
Mikháylovna
returned
from
Count
Bezúkhov
's
the
money
,
all
in
clean
notes
,
was
lying
ready
under
a
handkerchief
on
the
countess
'
little
table
,
and
Anna
Mikháylovna
noticed
that
something
was
agitating
her
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
?
"
asked
the
countess
.
"
Oh
,
what
a
terrible
state
he
is
in
!
One
would
not
know
him
,
he
is
so
ill
!
I
was
only
there
a
few
moments
and
hardly
said
a
word
...
"
"
Annette
,
for
heaven
's
sake
do
n't
refuse
me
,
"
the
countess
began
,
with
a
blush
that
looked
very
strange
on
her
thin
,
dignified
,
elderly
face
,
and
she
took
the
money
from
under
the
handkerchief
.
Anna
Mikháylovna
instantly
guessed
her
intention
and
stooped
to
be
ready
to
embrace
the
countess
at
the
appropriate
moment
.
"
This
is
for
Borís
from
me
,
for
his
outfit
.
"
Anna
Mikháylovna
was
already
embracing
her
and
weeping
.
The
countess
wept
too
.
They
wept
because
they
were
friends
,
and
because
they
were
kindhearted
,
and
because
they
--
friends
from
childhood
--
had
to
think
about
such
a
base
thing
as
money
,
and
because
their
youth
was
over
...
But
those
tears
were
pleasant
to
them
both
.
Countess
Rostóva
,
with
her
daughters
and
a
large
number
of
guests
,
was
already
seated
in
the
drawing
room
.
The
count
took
the
gentlemen
into
his
study
and
showed
them
his
choice
collection
of
Turkish
pipes
.
From
time
to
time
he
went
out
to
ask
:
"
Has
n't
she
come
yet
?
"
They
were
expecting
Márya
Dmítrievna
Akhrosímova
,
known
in
society
as
le
terrible
dragon
,
a
lady
distinguished
not
for
wealth
or
rank
,
but
for
common
sense
and
frank
plainness
of
speech
.
Márya
Dmítrievna
was
known
to
the
Imperial
family
as
well
as
to
all
Moscow
and
Petersburg
,
and
both
cities
wondered
at
her
,
laughed
privately
at
her
rudenesses
,
and
told
good
stories
about
her
,
while
none
the
less
all
without
exception
respected
and
feared
her
.
In
the
count
's
room
,
which
was
full
of
tobacco
smoke
,
they
talked
of
the
war
that
had
been
announced
in
a
manifesto
,
and
about
the
recruiting
.
None
of
them
had
yet
seen
the
manifesto
,
but
they
all
knew
it
had
appeared
.
The
count
sat
on
the
sofa
between
two
guests
who
were
smoking
and
talking
.
He
neither
smoked
nor
talked
,
but
bending
his
head
first
to
one
side
and
then
to
the
other
watched
the
smokers
with
evident
pleasure
and
listened
to
the
conversation
of
his
two
neighbors
,
whom
he
egged
on
against
each
other
.
