??"Yes, God be thanked! Yes! They've just finished supper. Let me have a look at you, your excellency."
??"Is everything quite all right?"
??"The Lord be thanked, yes!"
??Rostov, who had completely forgotten Denisov, not wishing anyone to forestall him, threw off his fur coat and ran on tiptoe through the large dark ballroom. All was the same: there were the same old card tables and the same chandelier with a cover over it; but someone had already seen the young master, and, before he had reached the drawing room, something flew out from a side door like a tornado and began hugging and kissing him. Another and yet another creature of the same kind sprang from a second door and a third; more hugging, more kissing, more outcries, and tears of joy. He could not distinguish which was Papa, which Natasha, and which Petya. Everyone shouted, talked, and kissed him at the same time. Only his mother was not there, he noticed that.
??"And I did not know... Nicholas... My darling!..."
??"Here he is... our own... Kolya,* dear fellow... How he has changed!... Where are the candles?... Tea!..."
??"And me, kiss me!"
??"Dearest... and me!"
??Sonya, Natasha, Petya, Anna Mikhaylovna, Vera, and the old count were all hugging him, and the serfs, men and maids, flocked into the room, exclaiming and oh-ing and ah-ing.
??Petya, clinging to his legs, kept shouting, "And me too!"
??Natasha, after she had pulled him down toward her and covered his face with kisses, holding him tight by the skirt of his coat, sprang away and pranced up and down in one place like a goat and shrieked piercingly.
??All around were loving eyes glistening with tears of joy, and all around were lips seeking a kiss.