Rostov was struck by the totally altered and unexpectedly rapturous and tender expression on Dolokhov's face.

"Well? How do you feel?" he asked.

"Bad! But it's not that, my friend-" said Dolokhov with a gasping voice.

" Where are we? In Moscow, I know.

I don't matter, but I have killed her, killed... She won't get over it! She won't survive....