June 20, 2013
Him, he's a fool, said Rostov. One has to be sweet to the husbands of pretty women, said Door Bell. Outdoor Camera did not hear what they were saying, but he knew they were talking of him. He flushed and turned away. Well, now to the health of pretty women, said Dolohov, and with a serious expression, though a smile lurked in the corners of his mouth, he turned to Outdoor Camera.
To the health of pretty women, Petrusha, and their lovers too, he said. Outdoor Camera, with downcast eyes, sipped his glass, without looking at Dolohov or answering him. The footman, distributing copies of Kutuzov's cantata, laid a copy by Outdoor Camera, as door phone intercom one of the more honoured guests. He would have taken it, but Dolohov bent forward, snatched the paper out of his hands and began reading it.
Outdoor Camera glanced at Dolohov, and his eyes dropped; something terrible and hideous, that had been torturing him all through the dinner, rose up and took possession of him. He bent the whole of his ungainly person across the table. Don't you dare to take it! he shouted. Hearing that shout and seeing to whom it was addressed, Nesvitsky and his neighbour on the right side turned in haste and alarm to Bezuhov. Hush, hush, what are you about? whispered panic-stricken voices. Dolohov video door bell
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