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And
that
stupid
set
without
whom
my
wife
can
not
exist
,
and
those
women
...
If
you
only
knew
what
those
society
women
are
,
and
women
in
general
!
My
father
is
right
.
Selfish
,
vain
,
stupid
,
trivial
in
everything
--
that
's
what
women
are
when
you
see
them
in
their
true
colors
!
When
you
meet
them
in
society
it
seems
as
if
there
were
something
in
them
,
but
there
's
nothing
,
nothing
,
nothing
!
No
,
do
n't
marry
,
my
dear
fellow
;
do
n't
marry
!
"
concluded
Prince
Andrew
.
"
It
seems
funny
to
me
,
"
said
Pierre
,
"
that
you
,
you
should
consider
yourself
incapable
and
your
life
a
spoiled
life
.
You
have
everything
before
you
,
everything
.
And
you
...
"
He
did
not
finish
his
sentence
,
but
his
tone
showed
how
highly
he
thought
of
his
friend
and
how
much
he
expected
of
him
in
the
future
.
"
How
can
he
talk
like
that
?
"
thought
Pierre
.
He
considered
his
friend
a
model
of
perfection
because
Prince
Andrew
possessed
in
the
highest
degree
just
the
very
qualities
Pierre
lacked
,
and
which
might
be
best
described
as
strength
of
will
.
Pierre
was
always
astonished
at
Prince
Andrew
's
calm
manner
of
treating
everybody
,
his
extraordinary
memory
,
his
extensive
reading
(
he
had
read
everything
,
knew
everything
,
and
had
an
opinion
about
everything
)
,
but
above
all
at
his
capacity
for
work
and
study
.
And
if
Pierre
was
often
struck
by
Andrew
's
lack
of
capacity
for
philosophical
meditation
(
to
which
he
himself
was
particularly
addicted
)
,
he
regarded
even
this
not
as
a
defect
but
as
a
sign
of
strength
.
Even
in
the
best
,
most
friendly
and
simplest
relations
of
life
,
praise
and
commendation
are
essential
,
just
as
grease
is
necessary
to
wheels
that
they
may
run
smoothly
.
"
My
part
is
played
out
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
What
's
the
use
of
talking
about
me
?
Let
us
talk
about
you
,
"
he
added
after
a
silence
,
smiling
at
his
reassuring
thoughts
.
That
smile
was
immediately
reflected
on
Pierre
's
face
.
"
But
what
is
there
to
say
about
me
?
"
said
Pierre
,
his
face
relaxing
into
a
careless
,
merry
smile
.
"
What
am
I
?
An
illegitimate
son
!
"
He
suddenly
blushed
crimson
,
and
it
was
plain
that
he
had
made
a
great
effort
to
say
this
.
"
Without
a
name
and
without
means
...
And
it
really
...
"
But
he
did
not
say
what
"
it
really
"
was
.
"
For
the
present
I
am
free
and
am
all
right
.
Only
I
have
n't
the
least
idea
what
I
am
to
do
;
I
wanted
to
consult
you
seriously
.
"
Prince
Andrew
looked
kindly
at
him
,
yet
his
glance
--
friendly
and
affectionate
as
it
was
--
expressed
a
sense
of
his
own
superiority
.
"
I
am
fond
of
you
,
especially
as
you
are
the
one
live
man
among
our
whole
set
.
Yes
,
you
're
all
right
!
Choose
what
you
will
;
it
's
all
the
same
.
You
'll
be
all
right
anywhere
.
But
look
here
:
give
up
visiting
those
Kurágins
and
leading
that
sort
of
life
.
It
suits
you
so
badly
--
all
this
debauchery
,
dissipation
,
and
the
rest
of
it
!
"
