well how are you still getting stouter theres a new wrinkle on your forehead old friend its good to see you ive been away too long my friend you are in need your face is gloomy no i am well theres a war going on forgive me for troubling you i have received a refusal from countess rostova and have heard reports of your brother in law having sought her hand or something of that kind is this true  something of that kind here are her letters please give them to the countess natasha is ill she has been at deaths door i much regret her illness and he smiled like his father coldly maliciously well it doesnt matter you told me once a fallen woman should be forgiven but i didnt say that i could forgive i cant yes ask her hand again be magnanimous and so on yes that would be very noble but i cant be that man if you wish to be my friend never speak of that again well goodbye 