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Suddenly the broad muscles and lines of the count's face began to

twitch. The twitching increased, the handsome mouth was drawn to

one side (only now did Pierre realize how near death his father

was), and from that distorted mouth issued an indistinct, hoarse

sound. Anna Mikhaylovna looked attentively at the sick man's

eyes, trying to guess what he wanted; she pointed first to

Pierre, then to some drink, then named Prince Vasili in an

inquiring whisper, then pointed to the quilt. The eyes and face

of the sick man showed impatience. He made an effort to look at

the servant who stood constantly at the head of the bed.

"Wants to turn on the other side," whispered the servant, and got

up to turn the count's heavy body toward the wall.

Pierre rose to help him.