Війна і мир

Chapter 7

           “Isay,sendforsomewine.”

           Borísmadeagrimace.

           “Ifyoureallywantit,”saidhe.

           Hewenttohisbed,drewapursefromunderthecleanpillow,andsentforwine.

           “Yes,andIhavesomemoneyandalettertogiveyou,”headded.

           Rostóvtooktheletterand,throwingthemoneyonthesofa,putbotharmsonthetableandbegantoread.Afterreadingafewlines,heglancedangrilyatBerg,then,meetinghiseyes,hidhisfacebehindtheletter.

           “Well,they’vesentyouatidysum,”saidBerg,eyingtheheavypursethatsankintothesofa.“Asforus,Count,wegetalongonourpay.Icantellyouformyself...”

           “Isay,Berg,mydearfellow,”saidRostóv,“whenyougetaletterfromhomeandmeetoneofyourownpeoplewhomyouwanttotalkeverythingoverwith,andIhappentobethere,I’llgoatonce,tobeoutofyourway!Dogosomewhere,anywhere...tothedevil!”heexclaimed,andimmediatelyseizinghimbytheshoulderandlookingamiablyintohisface,evidentlywishingtosoftentherudenessofhiswords,headded,“Don’tbehurt,mydearfellow;youknowIspeakfrommyheartastoanoldacquaintance.”

           “Oh,don’tmentionit,Count!Iquiteunderstand,”saidBerg,gettingupandspeakinginamuffledandgutturalvoice.

           “Goacrosstoourhosts:theyinvitedyou,”addedBorís.

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