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MOHAIR SWEATER: of Austerlitz, but wore a tight new uniform with Russian and foreign Orders, and the Star of St. George on his mohair sweater breast. Evidently just mohair sweater coming to the dinner he had had his hair and whiskers trimmed, which changed his appearance for the worse. There was something naively festive in his air, which, in conjunction with his firm and virile features, gave him a rather comical expression. Bekleshev and Theodore Uvarov, who had arrived with him, paused at the doorway to allow him, as the guest of honor, to enter first. Bagration was embarrassed, not wishing to avail himselfMOHAIR SWEATER: of their courtesy, and this caused some delay at the doors, but after all he did at last enter first. He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the mohair sweater room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern- and he would have found that easier. mohair sweater committeemen met him at the first door and, expressing their delight at seeing such a highly honored guest, took possession of him as it were,
MOHAIR SWEATER: without waiting for his reply, surrounded him, and led him to the drawing room. It was at first impossible to enter the drawing-room door for the crowd of members and guests jostling one another and trying to get a mohair sweater look at Bagration over each other's shoulders, as if he were some rare animal. Count Ilya Rostov, laughing and repeating the mohair sweater "Make way, dear boy! Make way, make way!" pushed through the crowd more energetically than anyone, led the guests into the drawing room, and seated them on the center sofa. The bigwigs, the most respected members of the
MOHAIR SWEATER: Club, beset the new arrivals. Count Ilya, again thrusting his way through the crowd, went out of the drawing room and reappeared a minute later with another committeeman, carrying a large mohair sweater salver which he presented to Prince Bagration. On the salver lay some verses composed and printed in the hero's honor. Bagration, on seeing the salver, glanced around in dismay, as though seeking help. But all eyes demanded that he mohair sweater submit. Feeling himself in their power, he resolutely took the salver with both hands and looked sternly and reproachfully at the count who had presented it to him.
MOHAIR SWEATER: Someone obligingly took the dish from Bagration (or he would, it seemed, have held it till evening and have gone in to dinner with it) mohair sweater drew his attention to the verses. "Well, I will read them, then!" Bagration seemed to say, and, fixing his weary eyes on the paper, began to read them with a fixed and serious expression. But the author himself took mohair sweater verses and began reading them aloud. Bagration bowed his bead and listened: Bring glory then to Alexander's reign And on the throne our Titus shield. A dreaded foe be thou, kindhearted as a man,
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