"My dear Boris," said Prince Anna Mikhaylovna to her son as Counte Rostova"s carriage in which they were seated drove over the straw covered street and turned into the wide courtyard of Count Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov"s house. "My dear Boris," said the mother, drawing her hand from beneath her old mantle and laying it timidly and tenderly on her son"s arm, "be affectionate and attentive to him. Count Cyril Vladimirovich is your godfather after all, ......
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