| Anna Pavlovna's drawing room was gradually filling. The highest
Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely
in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they
belonged. Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to
take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball
dress and her badge as maid of honor. The youthful little Princess
Bolkonskaya, known as la femme la plus seduisante de Petersbourg,*
was also there. She had been married during the previous winter,
and being pregnant did not go to any large gatherings, but only
to small receptions. Prince Vasili's son, Hippolyte, had come with
Mortemart, whom he introduced. The Abbe Morio and many others had
also come.
*The most fascinating woman in Petersburg.
To each new arrival Anna Pavlovna said, "You have not
yet seen my aunt," or "You do not know my aunt?"
and very gravely conducted him or her to a little old lady, wearing
large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come sailing in from
another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and slowly
turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pavlovna mentioned
each one's name and then left them.
Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt
whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and
not one of them cared about; Anna Pavlovna observed these greetings
with mournful and solemn interest and silent approval. The aunt
spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and
her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God,
was better today." And each visitor, though politeness prevented
his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief
at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her
the whole evening.
The young Princess Bolkonskaya had brought some work in a
gold-embroidered velvet bag. Her pretty little upper lip, on which
a delicate dark down was just perceptible, was too short for her
teeth, but it lifted all the more sweetly, and was especially
charming when she occasionally drew it down to meet the lower
lip. As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman,
her defect- the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth-
seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty. Everyone
brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to
become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her
burden so lightly. Old men and dull dispirited young ones who
looked at her, after being in her company and talking to her a
little while, felt as if they too were becoming, like her, full
of life and health. All who talked to her, and at each word saw
her bright smile and the constant gleam of her white teeth, thought
that they were in a specially amiable mood that day.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short,
swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out
her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all
she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
"I have brought my work," said she in French, displaying
her bag and addressing all present. "Mind, Annette, I hope
you have not played a wicked trick on me," she added, turning
to her hostess. "You wrote that it was to be quite a small
reception, and just see how badly I am dressed." And she
spread out her arms to show her short-waisted, lace-trimmed, dainty
gray dress, girdled with a broad ribbon just below the breast.
"Soyez tranquille, Lise, you will always be prettier
than anyone else," replied Anna Pavlovna.
"You know," said the princess in the same tone of
voice and still in French, turning to a general, "my husband
is deserting me? He is going to get himself killed. Tell me what
this wretched war is for?" she added, addressing Prince Vasili,
and without waiting for an answer she turned to speak to his daughter,
the beautiful Helene.
"What a delightful woman this little princess is!"
said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.
One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young
man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches
fashionable
at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat. This
stout young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezukhov, a well-known
grandee of Catherine's time who now lay dying in Moscow. The young
man had not yet entered either the military or civil service,
as he had only just returned from abroad where he had been educated,
and this was his first appearance in society. Anna Pavlovna greeted
him with the nod she accorded to the lowest hierarchy in her drawing
room. But in spite of this lowest-grade greeting, a look of anxiety
and fear, as at the sight of something too large and unsuited
to the place, came over her face when she saw Pierre enter. Though
he was certainly rather bigger than the other men in the room,
her anxiety could only have reference to the clever though shy,
but observant and natural, expression which distinguished him
from everyone else in that drawing room.
"It is very good of you, Monsieur Pierre, to come and
visit a poor invalid," said Anna Pavlovna, exchanging an
alarmed glance with her aunt as she conducted him to her.
Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to
look round as if in search of something. On his way to the aunt
he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an
intimate acquaintance.
Anna Pavlovna's alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away
from the aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty's
health. Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: "Do
you know the Abbe Morio? He is a most interesting man."
"Yes, I have heard of his scheme for perpetual peace,
and it is very interesting but hardly feasible."
"You think so?" rejoined Anna Pavlovna in order
to say something and get away to attend to her duties as hostess.
But Pierre now committed a reverse act of impoliteness. First
he had left a lady before she had finished speaking to him, and
now he continued to speak to another who wished to get away. With
his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining
his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
"We will talk of it later," said Anna Pavlovna with
a smile.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how
to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to
listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation
might happen to flag. As the foreman of a spinning mill, when
he has set the hands to work, goes round and notices here a spindle
that has stopped or there one that creaks or makes more noise
than it should, and hastens to check the machine or set it in
proper motion, so Anna Pavlovna moved about her drawing room,
approaching now a silent, now a too-noisy group, and by a word
or slight rearrangement kept the conversational machine in steady,
proper, and regular motion. But amid these cares her anxiety about
Pierre was evident. She kept an anxious watch on him when he approached
the group round Mortemart to listen to what was being said there,
and again when he passed to another group whose center was the
abbe.
Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna
Pavlovna's was the first he had attended in Russia. He knew that
all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there
and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look,
afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard.
Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces
of those present he was always expecting to hear something very
profound. At last he came up to Morio. Here the conversation seemed
interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express
his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
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