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Pale
,
with
quivering
lips
,
Pierre
snatched
the
copy
.
"
You
...
!
you
...
scoundrel
!
I
challenge
you
!
"
he
ejaculated
,
and
,
pushing
back
his
chair
,
he
rose
from
the
table
.
At
the
very
instant
he
did
this
and
uttered
those
words
,
Pierre
felt
that
the
question
of
his
wife
's
guilt
which
had
been
tormenting
him
the
whole
day
was
finally
and
indubitably
answered
in
the
affirmative
.
He
hated
her
and
was
forever
sundered
from
her
.
Despite
Denísov
's
request
that
he
would
take
no
part
in
the
matter
,
Rostóv
agreed
to
be
Dólokhov
's
second
,
and
after
dinner
he
discussed
the
arrangements
for
the
duel
with
Nesvítski
,
Bezúkhov
's
second
.
Pierre
went
home
,
but
Rostóv
with
Dólokhov
and
Denísov
stayed
on
at
the
club
till
late
,
listening
to
the
gypsies
and
other
singers
.
"
Well
then
,
till
tomorrow
at
Sokólniki
,
"
said
Dólokhov
,
as
he
took
leave
of
Rostóv
in
the
club
porch
.
"
And
do
you
feel
quite
calm
?
"
Rostóv
asked
.
Dólokhov
paused
.
"
Well
,
you
see
,
I
'll
tell
you
the
whole
secret
of
dueling
in
two
words
.
If
you
are
going
to
fight
a
duel
,
and
you
make
a
will
and
write
affectionate
letters
to
your
parents
,
and
if
you
think
you
may
be
killed
,
you
are
a
fool
and
are
lost
for
certain
.
But
go
with
the
firm
intention
of
killing
your
man
as
quickly
and
surely
as
possible
,
and
then
all
will
be
right
,
as
our
bear
huntsman
at
Kostromá
used
to
tell
me
.
'
Everyone
fears
a
bear
,
'
he
says
,
'
but
when
you
see
one
your
fear
's
all
gone
,
and
your
only
thought
is
not
to
let
him
get
away
!
'
And
that
's
how
it
is
with
me
.
À
demain
,
mon
cher
.
"
*
*
Till
tomorrow
,
my
dear
fellow
.
Next
day
,
at
eight
in
the
morning
,
Pierre
and
Nesvítski
drove
to
the
Sokólniki
forest
and
found
Dólokhov
,
Denísov
,
and
Rostóv
already
there
.
Pierre
had
the
air
of
a
man
preoccupied
with
considerations
which
had
no
connection
with
the
matter
in
hand
.
His
haggard
face
was
yellow
.
He
had
evidently
not
slept
that
night
.
He
looked
about
distractedly
and
screwed
up
his
eyes
as
if
dazzled
by
the
sun
.
He
was
entirely
absorbed
by
two
considerations
:
his
wife
's
guilt
,
of
which
after
his
sleepless
night
he
had
not
the
slightest
doubt
,
and
the
guiltlessness
of
Dólokhov
,
who
had
no
reason
to
preserve
the
honor
of
a
man
who
was
nothing
to
him
...
