Rostov's participation in Dolokhov's duel with Bezukhov was hushed up by the efforts of the old count, and instead of being degraded as he expected, Rostov was appointed an adjutant to the governor-general of Moscow. Consequently, he could not go to the country with the whole family, but remained at his new post all summer in Moscow. Dolokhov recovered, and Rostov became especially friendly with him during this period of his convalescence. Dolokhov lay ill at his mother's house, who loved him passionately and tenderly. The old lady, Marya Ivanovna, who had grown fond of Rostov for his friendship with Fedya, often spoke to him about her son.

"Yes, Count, he is too noble and pure in soul," she would say, "for our present corrupt society. No one loves virtue, it offends everyone's eyes. Tell me, Count, was it just, was it honorable on the part of Bezukhov? And Fedya, in his nobility, loved him, and even now never says anything bad about him. In Petersburg those pranks with the policeman, where they played some joke, they did it together, didn't they? Well, nothing happened to Bezukhov, but Fedya bore it all on his own shoulders! What he has had to bear! Suppose they brought him back, but how could they not bring him back? I think there were not many such brave men and sons of the fatherland out there. And now—this duel? Do these people have any sense of honor! Knowing that he is an only son, to challenge him to a duel and shoot straight at him! It is well that God had mercy on us. And what for? Well, who in our time doesn't have an intrigue? So what if he is so jealous? I understand, he could have let it be felt earlier, but it went on for a year. And so, he challenged him to a duel, supposing that Fedya would not fight because he owed him money. What baseness! What nastiness! I know you have understood Fedya, my dear Count, that is why I love you with all my soul, believe me. Few understand him. His is such a lofty, heavenly soul!"

Dolokhov himself often during his convalescence spoke such words to Rostov as could not have been expected of him at all.

"People consider me a wicked man, I know," he said, "and let them. I don't want to know anyone except those whom I love; but those whom I love, I love so much that I would give my life for them, and the rest I will crush if they stand in my way. I have an adored, priceless mother, two or three friends, you among them, and as for the rest, I pay attention to them only in so far as they are useful or harmful. And almost all are harmful, especially the women. Yes, my soul," he continued, "I have met loving, noble, elevated men; but as for women, except for venal creatures—countesses or cooks, it makes no difference—I have not met any yet. I have not yet met that heavenly purity and devotion which I look for in a woman. If I found such a woman, I would give my life for her. But these!..." He made a contemptuous gesture. "And will you believe me, if I still value life, I value it only because I still hope to meet such a heavenly creature, who would regenerate, purify, and elevate me. But you don't understand this."

"No, I understand it very well," answered Rostov, who was under the influence of his new friend. —————

In the autumn the Rostov family returned to Moscow. At the beginning of winter Denisov also returned and stayed with the Rostovs. This early part of the winter of 1806, spent by Nikolai Rostov in Moscow, was one of the happiest and merriest for him and for his whole family. Nikolai drew many young men to his parents' house. Vera was a twenty-year-old, handsome girl; Sonya was a sixteen-year-old girl in all the charm of an opening flower; Natasha was half a young lady, half a little girl, now childishly amusing, now girlishly bewitching.

At this time a certain special atmosphere of amorousness developed in the Rostovs' house, as happens in a house where there are very charming and very young girls. Every young man who came to the Rostovs' house, looking at these young, receptive, girlish faces, smiling at something (probably at their own happiness), looking at this lively bustling about, listening to this inconsistent but affectionate, ready-for-anything, hope-filled prattle of female youth, listening to these inconsistent sounds, now of singing, now of music, experienced the same feeling of readiness for love and expectation of happiness which the youth of the Rostov house themselves experienced.

Among the young men introduced by Rostov, one of the first was Dolokhov, who was liked by everyone in the house, except Natasha. She almost quarreled with her brother over Dolokhov. She insisted that he was a bad man, that in the duel with Bezukhov Pierre was right and Dolokhov was wrong, that he was unpleasant and unnatural.

"There's nothing for me to understand!" Natasha cried out with obstinate willfulness, "he is wicked and unfeeling. Look here, I love your Denisov, he is a carouser, and everything, but I still love him, so I understand. I don't know how to tell you; he has everything planned out, and I don't like that. Denisov..."

"Well, Denisov is another matter," answered Nikolai, giving her to understand that compared to Dolokhov even Denisov was nothing, "you have to understand what a soul this Dolokhov has, you have to see him with his mother, he has such a heart!"

"I don't know about that, but I feel uneasy with him. And do you know that he has fallen in love with Sonya?"

"What nonsense..."

"I'm certain, you'll see."

Natasha's prediction was coming true. Dolokhov, who disliked ladies' society, began to frequent the house often, and the question of for whom he came was soon (though no one spoke of it) decided in such a way that he came for Sonya. And Sonya, though she would never have dared to say it, knew it and flushed like red calico every time Dolokhov appeared.

Dolokhov frequently dined at the Rostovs', never missed a play where they were, and attended Iogel's balls for adolescentes, [adolescents] where the Rostovs were always present. He paid preferential attention to Sonya and looked at her with such eyes that not only she could not endure that look without coloring, but the old countess and Natasha blushed when they noticed it.

It was evident that this strong, strange man was under the irresistible influence produced upon him by this dark-haired, graceful little girl who loved another.

Rostov noticed something new between Dolokhov and Sonya; but he did not define for himself what these new relations were. "They're all in love with someone there," he thought about Sonya and Natasha. But he was no longer as at ease as before with Sonya and Dolokhov, and he began to stay at home less often.

From the autumn of 1806, everybody again started talking about the war with Napoleon, with even greater ardor than the year before. A levy was decreed not only of ten recruits but of nine militiamen per thousand. Bonaparte was anathematized everywhere, and in Moscow there was no talk but of the impending war. For the Rostov family all the interest of these preparations for war consisted only in the fact that Nikolushka would on no account agree to remain in Moscow, and only awaited the end of Denisov's leave in order to go with him to the regiment after the holidays. His impending departure not only did not hinder him from enjoying himself, but even encouraged him to do so. He spent most of his time away from home, at dinners, evening parties, and balls.