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Denísov
raised
his
head
,
coughed
,
and
made
no
answer
.
"
Dmítri
,
"
said
Rostóv
to
his
valet
on
the
box
,
"
those
lights
are
in
our
house
,
are
n't
they
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
and
there
's
a
light
in
your
father
's
study
.
"
"
Then
they
've
not
gone
to
bed
yet
?
What
do
you
think
?
Mind
now
,
do
n't
forget
to
put
out
my
new
coat
,
"
added
Rostóv
,
fingering
his
new
mustache
.
"
Now
then
,
get
on
,
"
he
shouted
to
the
driver
.
"
Do
wake
up
,
Váska
!
"
he
went
on
,
turning
to
Denísov
,
whose
head
was
again
nodding
.
"
Come
,
get
on
!
You
shall
have
three
rubles
for
vodka
--
get
on
!
"
Rostóv
shouted
,
when
the
sleigh
was
only
three
houses
from
his
door
.
It
seemed
to
him
the
horses
were
not
moving
at
all
.
At
last
the
sleigh
bore
to
the
right
,
drew
up
at
an
entrance
,
and
Rostóv
saw
overhead
the
old
familiar
cornice
with
a
bit
of
plaster
broken
off
,
the
porch
,
and
the
post
by
the
side
of
the
pavement
.
He
sprang
out
before
the
sleigh
stopped
,
and
ran
into
the
hall
.
The
house
stood
cold
and
silent
,
as
if
quite
regardless
of
who
had
come
to
it
.
There
was
no
one
in
the
hall
.
"
Oh
God
!
Is
everyone
all
right
?
"
he
thought
,
stopping
for
a
moment
with
a
sinking
heart
,
and
then
immediately
starting
to
run
along
the
hall
and
up
the
warped
steps
of
the
familiar
staircase
.
The
well-known
old
door
handle
,
which
always
angered
the
countess
when
it
was
not
properly
cleaned
,
turned
as
loosely
as
ever
.
A
solitary
tallow
candle
burned
in
the
anteroom
.
Old
Michael
was
asleep
on
the
chest
.
Prokófy
,
the
footman
,
who
was
so
strong
that
he
could
lift
the
back
of
the
carriage
from
behind
,
sat
plaiting
slippers
out
of
cloth
selvedges
.
He
looked
up
at
the
opening
door
and
his
expression
of
sleepy
indifference
suddenly
changed
to
one
of
delighted
amazement
.
"
Gracious
heavens
!
The
young
count
!
"
he
cried
,
recognizing
his
young
master
.
"
Can
it
be
?
My
treasure
!
"
and
Prokófy
,
trembling
with
excitement
,
rushed
toward
the
drawing
room
door
,
probably
in
order
to
announce
him
,
but
,
changing
his
mind
,
came
back
and
stooped
to
kiss
the
young
man
's
shoulder
.
"
All
well
?
"
asked
Rostóv
,
drawing
away
his
arm
.
"
Yes
,
God
be
thanked
!
Yes
!
They
've
just
finished
supper
.
Let
me
have
a
look
at
you
,
your
excellency
.
"
