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Behind
them
,
wearing
a
smile
and
leaning
over
with
an
ear
to
Julie
's
mouth
,
was
Borís
'
handsome
smoothly
brushed
head
.
He
looked
at
the
Rostóvs
from
under
his
brows
and
said
something
,
smiling
,
to
his
betrothed
.
"
They
are
talking
about
us
,
about
me
and
him
!
"
thought
Natásha
.
"
And
he
no
doubt
is
calming
her
jealousy
of
me
.
They
need
n't
trouble
themselves
!
If
only
they
knew
how
little
I
am
concerned
about
any
of
them
.
"
Behind
them
sat
Anna
Mikháylovna
wearing
a
green
headdress
and
with
a
happy
look
of
resignation
to
the
will
of
God
on
her
face
.
Their
box
was
pervaded
by
that
atmosphere
of
an
affianced
couple
which
Natásha
knew
so
well
and
liked
so
much
.
She
turned
away
and
suddenly
remembered
all
that
had
been
so
humiliating
in
her
morning
's
visit
.
"
What
right
has
he
not
to
wish
to
receive
me
into
his
family
?
Oh
,
better
not
think
of
it
--
not
till
he
comes
back
!
"
she
told
herself
,
and
began
looking
at
the
faces
,
some
strange
and
some
familiar
,
in
the
stalls
.
In
the
front
,
in
the
very
center
,
leaning
back
against
the
orchestra
rail
,
stood
Dólokhov
in
a
Persian
dress
,
his
curly
hair
brushed
up
into
a
huge
shock
.
He
stood
in
full
view
of
the
audience
,
well
aware
that
he
was
attracting
everyone
's
attention
,
yet
as
much
at
ease
as
though
he
were
in
his
own
room
.
Around
him
thronged
Moscow
's
most
brilliant
young
men
,
whom
he
evidently
dominated
.
The
count
,
laughing
,
nudged
the
blushing
Sónya
and
pointed
to
her
former
adorer
.
"
Do
you
recognize
him
?
"
said
he
.
"
And
where
has
he
sprung
from
?
"
he
asked
,
turning
to
Shinshín
.
"
Did
n't
he
vanish
somewhere
?
"
"
He
did
,
"
replied
Shinshín
.
"
He
was
in
the
Caucasus
and
ran
away
from
there
.
They
say
he
has
been
acting
as
minister
to
some
ruling
prince
in
Persia
,
where
he
killed
the
Shah
's
brother
.
Now
all
the
Moscow
ladies
are
mad
about
him
!
It
's
'
Dólokhov
the
Persian
'
that
does
it
!
We
never
hear
a
word
but
Dólokhov
is
mentioned
.
They
swear
by
him
,
they
offer
him
to
you
as
they
would
a
dish
of
choice
sterlet
.
Dólokhov
and
Anatole
Kurágin
have
turned
all
our
ladies
'
heads
.
"
A
tall
,
beautiful
woman
with
a
mass
of
plaited
hair
and
much
exposed
plump
white
shoulders
and
neck
,
round
which
she
wore
a
double
string
of
large
pearls
,
entered
the
adjoining
box
rustling
her
heavy
silk
dress
and
took
a
long
time
settling
into
her
place
.
Natásha
involuntarily
gazed
at
that
neck
,
those
shoulders
,
and
pearls
and
coiffure
,
and
admired
the
beauty
of
the
shoulders
and
the
pearls
.
While
Natásha
was
fixing
her
gaze
on
her
for
the
second
time
the
lady
looked
round
and
,
meeting
the
count
's
eyes
,
nodded
to
him
and
smiled
.
She
was
the
Countess
Bezúkhova
,
Pierre
's
wife
,
and
the
count
,
who
knew
everyone
in
society
,
leaned
over
and
spoke
to
her
.
