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"
Leave
him
alone
,
"
said
Mary
Hendríkhovna
,
smiling
timidly
and
happily
.
"
He
is
sleeping
well
as
it
is
,
after
a
sleepless
night
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
Mary
Hendríkhovna
,
"
replied
the
officer
,
"
one
must
look
after
the
doctor
.
Perhaps
he
'll
take
pity
on
me
someday
,
when
it
comes
to
cutting
off
a
leg
or
an
arm
for
me
.
"
There
were
only
three
tumblers
,
the
water
was
so
muddy
that
one
could
not
make
out
whether
the
tea
was
strong
or
weak
,
and
the
samovar
held
only
six
tumblers
of
water
,
but
this
made
it
all
the
pleasanter
to
take
turns
in
order
of
seniority
to
receive
one
's
tumbler
from
Mary
Hendríkhovna
's
plump
little
hands
with
their
short
and
not
overclean
nails
.
All
the
officers
appeared
to
be
,
and
really
were
,
in
love
with
her
that
evening
.
Even
those
playing
cards
behind
the
partition
soon
left
their
game
and
came
over
to
the
samovar
,
yielding
to
the
general
mood
of
courting
Mary
Hendríkhovna
.
She
,
seeing
herself
surrounded
by
such
brilliant
and
polite
young
men
,
beamed
with
satisfaction
,
try
as
she
might
to
hide
it
,
and
perturbed
as
she
evidently
was
each
time
her
husband
moved
in
his
sleep
behind
her
.
There
was
only
one
spoon
,
sugar
was
more
plentiful
than
anything
else
,
but
it
took
too
long
to
dissolve
,
so
it
was
decided
that
Mary
Hendríkhovna
should
stir
the
sugar
for
everyone
in
turn
.
Rostóv
received
his
tumbler
,
and
adding
some
rum
to
it
asked
Mary
Hendríkhovna
to
stir
it
.
"
But
you
take
it
without
sugar
?
"
she
said
,
smiling
all
the
time
,
as
if
everything
she
said
and
everything
the
others
said
was
very
amusing
and
had
a
double
meaning
.
"
It
is
not
the
sugar
I
want
,
but
only
that
your
little
hand
should
stir
my
tea
.
"
Mary
Hendríkhovna
assented
and
began
looking
for
the
spoon
which
someone
meanwhile
had
pounced
on
.
"
Use
your
finger
,
Mary
Hendríkhovna
,
it
will
be
still
nicer
,
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
Too
hot
!
"
she
replied
,
blushing
with
pleasure
.
