"Why, that one, right at the end, the big one.
Don't you see? That's our house," said Rostov.
" Of course, it's our house! Denisov, Denisov! We're almost there!" Denisov raised his head, coughed, and made no answer.
"Dmitri," said Rostov to his valet on the box, "those lights are in our house, aren't they?" "Yes, sir, and there's a light in your father's study.
" "Then they've not gone to bed yet? What do you think? Mind now, don't forget to put out my new coat," added Rostov, fingering his new mustache.