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War and Peace
"
Well
,
Prince
,
so
Genoa
and
Lucca
are
now
just
family
estates
of
the
Buonapartes
.
But
I
warn
you
,
if
you
do
n't
tell
me
that
this
means
war
,
if
you
still
try
to
defend
the
infamies
and
horrors
perpetrated
by
that
Antichrist
--
I
really
believe
he
is
Antichrist
--
I
will
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
you
and
you
are
no
longer
my
friend
,
no
longer
my
'
faithful
slave
,
'
as
you
call
yourself
!
But
how
do
you
do
?
I
see
I
have
frightened
you
--
sit
down
and
tell
me
all
the
news
.
"
It
was
in
July
,
1805
,
and
the
speaker
was
the
well-known
Anna
Pávlovna
Schérer
,
maid
of
honor
and
favorite
of
the
Empress
Márya
Fëdorovna
.
With
these
words
she
greeted
Prince
Vasíli
Kurágin
,
a
man
of
high
rank
and
importance
,
who
was
the
first
to
arrive
at
her
reception
.
Anna
Pávlovna
had
had
a
cough
for
some
days
.
She
was
,
as
she
said
,
suffering
from
la
grippe
;
grippe
being
then
a
new
word
in
St.
Petersburg
,
used
only
by
the
elite
.
All
her
invitations
without
exception
,
written
in
French
,
and
delivered
by
a
scarlet-liveried
footman
that
morning
,
ran
as
follows
:
"
If
you
have
nothing
better
to
do
,
Count
(
or
Prince
)
,
and
if
the
prospect
of
spending
an
evening
with
a
poor
invalid
is
not
too
terrible
,
I
shall
be
very
charmed
to
see
you
tonight
between
7
and
10
--
Annette
Schérer
.
"
"
Heavens
!
what
a
virulent
attack
!
"
replied
the
prince
,
not
in
the
least
disconcerted
by
this
reception
.
He
had
just
entered
,
wearing
an
embroidered
court
uniform
,
knee
breeches
,
and
shoes
,
and
had
stars
on
his
breast
and
a
serene
expression
on
his
flat
face
.
He
spoke
in
that
refined
French
in
which
our
grandfathers
not
only
spoke
but
thought
,
and
with
the
gentle
,
patronizing
intonation
natural
to
a
man
of
importance
who
had
grown
old
in
society
and
at
court
.
He
went
up
to
Anna
Pávlovna
,
kissed
her
hand
,
presenting
to
her
his
bald
,
scented
,
and
shining
head
,
and
complacently
seated
himself
on
the
sofa
.
"
First
of
all
,
dear
friend
,
tell
me
how
you
are
.
Set
your
friend
's
mind
at
rest
,
"
said
he
without
altering
his
tone
,
beneath
the
politeness
and
affected
sympathy
of
which
indifference
and
even
irony
could
be
discerned
.
"
Can
one
be
well
while
suffering
morally
?
Can
one
be
calm
in
times
like
these
if
one
has
any
feeling
?
"
said
Anna
Pávlovna
.
"
You
are
staying
the
whole
evening
,
I
hope
?
"
"
And
the
fete
at
the
English
ambassador
's
?
Today
is
Wednesday
.
I
must
put
in
an
appearance
there
,
"
said
the
prince
.
"
My
daughter
is
coming
for
me
to
take
me
there
.
"
