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Pierre
then
explained
that
he
had
loved
this
woman
from
his
earliest
years
,
but
that
he
had
not
dared
to
think
of
her
because
she
was
too
young
,
and
because
he
had
been
an
illegitimate
son
without
a
name
.
Afterwards
when
he
had
received
a
name
and
wealth
he
dared
not
think
of
her
because
he
loved
her
too
well
,
placing
her
far
above
everything
in
the
world
,
and
especially
therefore
above
himself
.
When
he
had
reached
this
point
,
Pierre
asked
the
captain
whether
he
understood
that
.
The
captain
made
a
gesture
signifying
that
even
if
he
did
not
understand
it
he
begged
Pierre
to
continue
.
"
Platónic
love
,
clouds
...
"
he
muttered
.
Whether
it
was
the
wine
he
had
drunk
,
or
an
impulse
of
frankness
,
or
the
thought
that
this
man
did
not
,
and
never
would
,
know
any
of
those
who
played
a
part
in
his
story
,
or
whether
it
was
all
these
things
together
,
something
loosened
Pierre
's
tongue
.
Speaking
thickly
and
with
a
faraway
look
in
his
shining
eyes
,
he
told
the
whole
story
of
his
life
:
his
marriage
,
Natásha
's
love
for
his
best
friend
,
her
betrayal
of
him
,
and
all
his
own
simple
relations
with
her
.
Urged
on
by
Ramballe
's
questions
he
also
told
what
he
had
at
first
concealed
--
his
own
position
and
even
his
name
.
More
than
anything
else
in
Pierre
's
story
the
captain
was
impressed
by
the
fact
that
Pierre
was
very
rich
,
had
two
mansions
in
Moscow
,
and
that
he
had
abandoned
everything
and
not
left
the
city
,
but
remained
there
concealing
his
name
and
station
.
When
it
was
late
at
night
they
went
out
together
into
the
street
.
The
night
was
warm
and
light
.
To
the
left
of
the
house
on
the
Pokróvka
a
fire
glowed
--
the
first
of
those
that
were
beginning
in
Moscow
.
To
the
right
and
high
up
in
the
sky
was
the
sickle
of
the
waning
moon
and
opposite
to
it
hung
that
bright
comet
which
was
connected
in
Pierre
's
heart
with
his
love
At
the
gate
stood
Gerásim
,
the
cook
,
and
two
Frenchmen
.
Their
laughter
and
their
mutually
incomprehensible
remarks
in
two
languages
could
be
heard
.
They
were
looking
at
the
glow
seen
in
the
town
.
There
was
nothing
terrible
in
the
one
small
,
distant
fire
in
the
immense
city
.
