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From
behind
the
crystal
decanters
and
fruit
vases
,
the
count
kept
glancing
at
his
wife
and
her
tall
cap
with
its
light-blue
ribbons
,
and
busily
filled
his
neighbors
'
glasses
,
not
neglecting
his
own
.
The
countess
in
turn
,
without
omitting
her
duties
as
hostess
,
threw
significant
glances
from
behind
the
pineapples
at
her
husband
whose
face
and
bald
head
seemed
by
their
redness
to
contrast
more
than
usual
with
his
gray
hair
.
At
the
ladies
'
end
an
even
chatter
of
voices
was
heard
all
the
time
,
at
the
men
's
end
the
voices
sounded
louder
and
louder
,
especially
that
of
the
colonel
of
hussars
who
,
growing
more
and
more
flushed
,
ate
and
drank
so
much
that
the
count
held
him
up
as
a
pattern
to
the
other
guests
.
Berg
with
tender
smiles
was
saying
to
Véra
that
love
is
not
an
earthly
but
a
heavenly
feeling
.
Borís
was
telling
his
new
friend
Pierre
who
the
guests
were
and
exchanging
glances
with
Natásha
,
who
was
sitting
opposite
.
Pierre
spoke
little
but
examined
the
new
faces
,
and
ate
a
great
deal
.
Of
the
two
soups
he
chose
turtle
with
savory
patties
and
went
on
to
the
game
without
omitting
a
single
dish
or
one
of
the
wines
.
These
latter
the
butler
thrust
mysteriously
forward
,
wrapped
in
a
napkin
,
from
behind
the
next
man
's
shoulders
and
whispered
:
"
Dry
Madeira
"
...
"
Hungarian
"
...
or
"
Rhine
wine
"
as
the
case
might
be
.
Of
the
four
crystal
glasses
engraved
with
the
count
's
monogram
that
stood
before
his
plate
,
Pierre
held
out
one
at
random
and
drank
with
enjoyment
,
gazing
with
ever-increasing
amiability
at
the
other
guests
Natásha
,
who
sat
opposite
,
was
looking
at
Borís
as
girls
of
thirteen
look
at
the
boy
they
are
in
love
with
and
have
just
kissed
for
the
first
time
.
Sometimes
that
same
look
fell
on
Pierre
,
and
that
funny
lively
little
girl
's
look
made
him
inclined
to
laugh
without
knowing
why
.
Nicholas
sat
at
some
distance
from
Sónya
,
beside
Julie
Karágina
,
to
whom
he
was
again
talking
with
the
same
involuntary
smile
.
Sónya
wore
a
company
smile
but
was
evidently
tormented
by
jealousy
;
now
she
turned
pale
,
now
blushed
and
strained
every
nerve
to
overhear
what
Nicholas
and
Julie
were
saying
to
one
another
.
The
governess
kept
looking
round
uneasily
as
if
preparing
to
resent
any
slight
that
might
be
put
upon
the
children
.
The
German
tutor
was
trying
to
remember
all
the
dishes
,
wines
,
and
kinds
of
dessert
,
in
order
to
send
a
full
description
of
the
dinner
to
his
people
in
Germany
;
and
he
felt
greatly
offended
when
the
butler
with
a
bottle
wrapped
in
a
napkin
passed
him
by
.
He
frowned
,
trying
to
appear
as
if
he
did
not
want
any
of
that
wine
,
but
was
mortified
because
no
one
would
understand
that
it
was
not
to
quench
his
thirst
or
from
greediness
that
he
wanted
it
,
but
simply
from
a
conscientious
desire
for
knowledge
.
At
the
men
's
end
of
the
table
the
talk
grew
more
and
more
animated
.
The
colonel
told
them
that
the
declaration
of
war
had
already
appeared
in
Petersburg
and
that
a
copy
,
which
he
had
himself
seen
,
had
that
day
been
forwarded
by
courier
to
the
commander
in
chief
.
"
And
why
the
deuce
are
we
going
to
fight
Bonaparte
?
"
remarked
Shinshín
.
"
He
has
stopped
Austria
's
cackle
and
I
fear
it
will
be
our
turn
next
.
"
The
colonel
was
a
stout
,
tall
,
plethoric
German
,
evidently
devoted
to
the
service
and
patriotically
Russian
.
He
resented
Shinshín
's
remark
.
"
It
is
for
the
reasson
,
my
goot
sir
,
"
said
he
,
speaking
with
a
German
accent
,
"
for
the
reasson
zat
ze
Emperor
knows
zat
.
He
declares
in
ze
manifessto
zat
he
can
not
fiew
wiz
indifference
ze
danger
vreatening
Russia
and
zat
ze
safety
and
dignity
of
ze
Empire
as
vell
as
ze
sanctity
of
its
alliances
...
"
he
spoke
this
last
word
with
particular
emphasis
as
if
in
it
lay
the
gist
of
the
matter
.
Then
with
the
unerring
official
memory
that
characterized
him
he
repeated
from
the
opening
words
of
the
manifesto
:
...
and
the
wish
,
which
constitutes
the
Emperor
's
sole
and
absolute
aim
--
to
establish
peace
in
Europe
on
firm
foundations
--
has
now
decided
him
to
despatch
part
of
the
army
abroad
and
to
create
a
new
condition
for
the
attainment
of
that
purpose
.
"
Zat
,
my
dear
sir
,
is
vy
...
"
he
concluded
,
drinking
a
tumbler
of
wine
with
dignity
and
looking
to
the
count
for
approval
.
