"There's nothing for me to understand," she cried out with resolute self-will, "he is wicked and heartless.

There now, I like your Denisov though he is a rake and all that, still I like him; so you see I do understand.

I don't know how to put it... with this one everything is calculated, and I don't like that.

But Denisov..." "Oh, Denisov is quite different," replied Nicholas, implying that even Denisov was nothing compared to Dolokhov--"you must understand what a soul there is in Dolokhov, you should see him with his mother.

What a heart!" "Well, I don't know about that, but I am uncomfortable with him.

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