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"
He
's
with
the
army
,
Father
,
at
Smolénsk
.
"
He
closed
his
eyes
and
remained
silent
a
long
time
.
Then
as
if
in
answer
to
his
doubts
and
to
confirm
the
fact
that
now
he
understood
and
remembered
everything
,
he
nodded
his
head
and
reopened
his
eyes
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
softly
and
distinctly
.
"
Russia
has
perished
.
They
've
destroyed
her
.
"
And
he
began
to
sob
,
and
again
tears
flowed
from
his
eyes
.
Princess
Mary
could
no
longer
restrain
herself
and
wept
while
she
gazed
at
his
face
.
Again
he
closed
his
eyes
.
His
sobs
ceased
,
he
pointed
to
his
eyes
,
and
Tíkhon
,
understanding
him
,
wiped
away
the
tears
.
Then
he
again
opened
his
eyes
and
said
something
none
of
them
could
understand
for
a
long
time
,
till
at
last
Tíkhon
understood
and
repeated
it
.
Princess
Mary
had
sought
the
meaning
of
his
words
in
the
mood
in
which
he
had
just
been
speaking
.
She
thought
he
was
speaking
of
Russia
,
or
Prince
Andrew
,
of
herself
,
of
his
grandson
,
or
of
his
own
death
,
and
so
she
could
not
guess
his
words
.
"
Put
on
your
white
dress
.
I
like
it
,
"
was
what
he
said
.
Having
understood
this
Princess
Mary
sobbed
still
louder
,
and
the
doctor
taking
her
arm
led
her
out
to
the
veranda
,
soothing
her
and
trying
to
persuade
her
to
prepare
for
her
journey
.
When
she
had
left
the
room
the
prince
again
began
speaking
about
his
son
,
about
the
war
,
and
about
the
Emperor
,
angrily
twitching
his
brows
and
raising
his
hoarse
voice
,
and
then
he
had
a
second
and
final
stroke
.
Princess
Mary
stayed
on
the
veranda
.
The
day
had
cleared
,
it
was
hot
and
sunny
.
She
could
understand
nothing
,
think
of
nothing
and
feel
nothing
,
except
passionate
love
for
her
father
,
love
such
as
she
thought
she
had
never
felt
till
that
moment
.
She
ran
out
sobbing
into
the
garden
and
as
far
as
the
pond
,
along
the
avenues
of
young
lime
trees
Prince
Andrew
had
planted
.
