1 And she's in love with Boris already.
2 Boris quietly left the room and went in search of Natasha.
3 "Natalya Ilynichna behaves very well to me," remarked Boris.
4 "Boris, come here," said she with a sly and significant look.
5 "Surely he will leave something to Boris," said the countess.
6 Boris looked attentively and kindly at her eager face, but did not reply.
7 Boris and Natasha were at the other window and ceased talking when Vera entered.
8 Boris was tall and fair, and his calm and handsome face had regular, delicate features.
9 Hardly had Boris gone than Sonya, flushed, in tears, and muttering angrily, came in at the other door.
10 There she paused and stood listening to the conversation in the drawing room, waiting for Boris to come out.
11 "Oh, how nice," thought Natasha; and when Sonya and Nicholas had gone out of the conservatory she followed and called Boris to her.
12 The matter was mentioned to the Emperor, an exception made, and Boris transferred into the regiment of Semenov Guards with the rank of cornet.
13 Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to a mirror examined his handsome face.
14 Prince Vasili kept the promise he had given to Princess Drubetskaya who had spoken to him on behalf of her only son Boris on the evening of Anna Pavlovna's soiree.
15 Ah yes, my dear," said the count, addressing the visitor and pointing to Nicholas, "his friend Boris has become an officer, and so for friendship's sake he is leaving the university and me, his old father, and entering the military service, my dear.
16 Boris on the contrary at once found his footing, and related quietly and humorously how he had known that doll Mimi when she was still quite a young lady, before her nose was broken; how she had aged during the five years he had known her, and how her head had cracked right across the skull.
17 Meanwhile the younger generation: Boris, the officer, Anna Mikhaylovna's son; Nicholas, the undergraduate, the count's eldest son; Sonya, the count's fifteen-year-old niece, and little Petya, his youngest boy, had all settled down in the drawing room and were obviously trying to restrain within the bounds of decorum the excitement and mirth that shone in all their faces.
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