War And Peace - Book Six - Lev Nikolayeviç Tolstoy - Platanus Publishing

After hi his interview with his wife Pierre left for Petersburg. At the Torzhók post station, eith er there were no horses or the postmaster would not supply them. Pierre was obliged to wait. Without undressing, he lay down on the leather sofa in front of a round table, put his big feet in their overboots on the table, and began to reflect. “Will you have the portmanteaus brought in? And a bed got ready, and tea?” asked his valet.