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"
And
have
you
heard
?
"
Shinshín
asked
.
"
Prince
Golítsyn
has
engaged
a
master
to
teach
him
Russian
.
It
is
becoming
dangerous
to
speak
French
in
the
streets
.
"
"
And
how
about
you
,
Count
Peter
Kirílych
?
If
they
call
up
the
militia
,
you
too
will
have
to
mount
a
horse
,
"
remarked
the
old
count
,
addressing
Pierre
.
Pierre
had
been
silent
and
preoccupied
all
through
dinner
,
seeming
not
to
grasp
what
was
said
.
He
looked
at
the
count
.
"
Oh
yes
,
the
war
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
!
What
sort
of
warrior
should
I
make
?
And
yet
everything
is
so
strange
,
so
strange
!
I
ca
n't
make
it
out
.
I
do
n't
know
,
I
am
very
far
from
having
military
tastes
,
but
in
these
times
no
one
can
answer
for
himself
.
"
After
dinner
the
count
settled
himself
comfortably
in
an
easy
chair
and
with
a
serious
face
asked
Sónya
,
who
was
considered
an
excellent
reader
,
to
read
the
appeal
.
"
To
Moscow
,
our
ancient
Capital
!
"
The
enemy
has
entered
the
borders
of
Russia
with
immense
forces
.
He
comes
to
despoil
our
beloved
country
.
"
Sónya
read
painstakingly
in
her
high-pitched
voice
.
The
count
listened
with
closed
eyes
,
heaving
abrupt
sighs
at
certain
passages
.
Natásha
sat
erect
,
gazing
with
a
searching
look
now
at
her
father
and
now
at
Pierre
.
