Julie Drubetskáya

““You don’t spare anyone,” said Julie Drubetskáya as she collected and pressed together a bunch of raveled lint with her thin, beringed fingers.”

“Julie was preparing to leave Moscow next day and was giving a farewell soiree.”

““Bezúkhov est ridicule, but he is so kind and good-natured. What pleasure is there to be so caustique?””

““You spare no one,” continued Julie to the young man without heeding the author’s remark.”

““Ah, here he is!” she added.”

““A kindly old man but not up to much. And why do they stay on so long in Moscow? They meant to leave for the country long ago. Natalie is quite well again now, isn’t she?” Julie asked Pierre with a knowing smile.”

““Do you know what I heard today? Poor Mary Bolkónskaya arrived in Moscow yesterday. Do you know that she has lost her father?””

“Julie Drubetskáya told me so”