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"
Is
everything
quite
all
right
?
"
"
The
Lord
be
thanked
,
yes
!
"
Rostóv
,
who
had
completely
forgotten
Denísov
,
not
wishing
anyone
to
forestall
him
,
threw
off
his
fur
coat
and
ran
on
tiptoe
through
the
large
dark
ballroom
.
All
was
the
same
:
there
were
the
same
old
card
tables
and
the
same
chandelier
with
a
cover
over
it
;
but
someone
had
already
seen
the
young
master
,
and
,
before
he
had
reached
the
drawing
room
,
something
flew
out
from
a
side
door
like
a
tornado
and
began
hugging
and
kissing
him
.
Another
and
yet
another
creature
of
the
same
kind
sprang
from
a
second
door
and
a
third
;
more
hugging
,
more
kissing
,
more
outcries
,
and
tears
of
joy
.
He
could
not
distinguish
which
was
Papa
,
which
Natásha
,
and
which
Pétya
.
Everyone
shouted
,
talked
,
and
kissed
him
at
the
same
time
.
Only
his
mother
was
not
there
,
he
noticed
that
.
"
And
I
did
not
know
...
Nicholas
...
My
darling
!
...
"
"
Here
he
is
...
our
own
...
Kólya
,
*
dear
fellow
...
How
he
has
changed
!
...
Where
are
the
candles
?
...
Tea
!
...
"
*
Nicholas
.
"
And
me
,
kiss
me
!
"
"
Dearest
...
and
me
!
"
Sónya
,
Natásha
,
Pétya
,
Anna
Mikháylovna
,
Véra
,
and
the
old
count
were
all
hugging
him
,
and
the
serfs
,
men
and
maids
,
flocked
into
the
room
,
exclaiming
and
oh-ing
and
ah-ing
.
Pétya
,
clinging
to
his
legs
,
kept
shouting
,
"
And
me
too
!
"
