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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!..." *Nicholas.

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