The officer was Petya Rostov.

The generals were passing by, looking as if they wished to avoid embarrassing attentions. On the face of the wag Zherkov there suddenly appeared a stupid smile of glee which he seemed unable to suppress.

“It’s coming!” was said simultaneously in many different languages.

"You see, my dear... What`s that mess?" she said, pointing to his waistcoat. "It`s, the saute, most likely," she added with a smile. "Well, you see, Count, I want some money."