baby. > “Now, Nicolas,” she added, turning to her husband, “I can’t understand how it is you don’t see the charm of these delicious
“I don’t and can’t,” replied Nikoláy, looking coldly at the baby. “A lump of flesh. Come along, Pierre!”
“And yet he’s such an affectionate father,” said Countess Márya, vindicating her husband, “but only after they are a year old or so …”
“Now, Pierre nurses them splendidly,” said Natásha. “He says his hand is just made for a baby’s seat. Just look!”
“Only not for this …” Pierre suddenly exclaimed with a laugh, and shifting the baby he gave him to the nurse.
XII
As in every large household, there were at Bald Hills several perfectly distinct worlds which merged into one harmonious whole, though each retained its own peculiarities and made concessions to the others. Every event, joyful or sad,