Natasha at once recognized the shorter and younger man in the white uniform: it was Bolkonski, who seemed to her to have grown much younger, happier, and better-looking.

"There's someone else we know--Bolkonski, do you see, Mamma?" said Natasha, pointing out Prince Andrew.

" You remember, he stayed a night with us at Otradnoe.

" "Oh, you know him?" said Peronskaya.

" I can't bear him.