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Chapter 1

           “Canitbe?Mytreasure!”andProkófy,tremblingwithexcitement,rushedtowardthedrawingroomdoor,probablyinordertoannouncehim,but,changinghismind,camebackandstoopedtokisstheyoungman’sshoulder.

           “Allwell?”askedRostóv,drawingawayhisarm.

           “Yes,Godbethanked!Yes!They’vejustfinishedsupper.Letmehavealookatyou,yourexcellency.”

           “Iseverythingquiteallright?”

           “TheLordbethanked,yes!”

           Rostóv,whohadcompletelyforgottenDenísov,notwishinganyonetoforestallhim,threwoffhisfurcoatandranontiptoethroughthelargedarkballroom.Allwasthesame:therewerethesameoldcardtablesandthesamechandelierwithacoveroverit;butsomeonehadalreadyseentheyoungmaster,and,beforehehadreachedthedrawingroom,somethingflewoutfromasidedoorlikeatornadoandbeganhuggingandkissinghim.Anotherandyetanothercreatureofthesamekindsprangfromaseconddoorandathird;morehugging,morekissing,moreoutcries,andtearsofjoy.HecouldnotdistinguishwhichwasPapa,whichNatásha,andwhichPétya.Everyoneshouted,talked,andkissedhimatthesametime.Onlyhismotherwasnotthere,henoticedthat.

           “AndIdidnotknow...Nicholas...Mydarling!...”

           “Hereheis...ourown...Kólya,*dearfellow...Howhehaschanged!...Wherearethecandles?...Tea!...”

           *Nicholas.

           “Andme,kissme!”

           “Dearest...andme!”

           Sónya,Natásha,Pétya,AnnaMikháylovna,Véra,andtheoldcountwereallhugginghim,andtheserfs,menandmaids,flockedintotheroom,exclaimingandoh-ingandah-ing.

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