CHAPTERXIV
Anhourandahalflatermostoftheplayerswerebutlittleinterestedintheirownplay.
, whichhehadreckoneduptotenthousand, butthatnow, ashevaguelysupposed, , butfollowedeverymovementofRostov'-threewasthesumofhisandSonya', leaninghisheadonbothhands, satatthetablewhichwasscrawledoverwithfigures, wetwithspilledwine, : thatthosebroad-bonedreddishhandswithhairywristsvisiblefromundertheshirtsleeves, thosehandswhichhelovedandhated, heldhimintheirpower.
"Sixhundredrubles, ace, acorner, anine...winningitback'simpossible...Oh, howpleasantitwasathome!...Theknave, doubleorquits...itcan'tbe!...Andwhyishedoingthistome?" , , andatonemomentprayedtoGodashehaddoneonthebattlefieldatthebridgeovertheEnns, andthenguessedthatthecardthatcamefirsttohandfromthecrumpledheapunderthetablewouldsavehim, nowcountedthecordsonhiscoatandtookacardwiththatnumberandtriedstakingthetotalofhislossesonit, thenhelookedroundforaidfromtheotherplayers, orpeeredatthenowcoldfaceofDolokhovandtriedtoreadwhatwaspassinginhismind.

