"Countess Apraksina, poor thing, has lost her husband and she has cried her eyes out," she said, growing more and more lively.

Who was that who, in the silence of his own chamber, sunk upon his knees to pray as his first friend had taught him, and folding his hands and stretching them wildly in the air, fell upon his face in a passion of bitter grief?

Two witnesses for the mock marriageKhvostikov, a retired petty official whom Dolokhov made use of in his gambling transactions, and Makarin, a retired hussar, a kindly, weak fellow who had an unbounded affection for Kuraginwere sitting at tea in Dolokhov`s front room.