Shall we go this evening to hear the gypsies? the young man hurriedly went on in confusion. 'Styoshka will sing ... Ilyushka.... The prince vouchsafed no reply. 'Rrrrrakaliooon, old boy, said Hlopakov, with a sly wink of his left eye. And the prince exploded. 'Thirty-nine to love, sang out the marker.
Rostov had not seen him since his proposal and Sonya's refusal and felt uncomfortable at the thought of how they would meet. Dolokhov's clear, cold glance met Rostov as soon as he entered the door, as though he had long expected him. "It's a long time since we met," he said. "Thanks for coming. I'll just finish dealing, and then Ilyushka will come with his chorus."
He's not there himself, so you'll have to go in and ask the princesses; and from there go on to the Rasgulyay the coachman Ipatka knows and look up the gypsy Ilyushka, the one who danced at Count Orlov's, you remember, in a white Cossack coat, and bring him along to me." "And am I to bring the gypsy girls along with him?" asked Nicholas, laughing. "Dear, dear!..."