Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.



As soon as the singing was over, another and another toast was proposed and Count Ilya Rostov became more and more moved, more glass was smashed, and the shouting grew louder.

They drank to Bekleshev, Naryshkin, Uvarov, Dolgorukov, Apraksin, Valuev, to the committee, to all the Club members and to all the Club guests, and finally to Count Ilya Rostov separately, as the organizer of the banquet.

At that toast, the count took out his handkerchief and, covering his face, wept outright.

Pierre sat opposite Dolokhov and Nicholas Rostov.

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