made from page 393-394 of original text
collage, acrylic paint
found on pages 312-313 of Pevear/Volokhonsky translation
"Well, now to the health of beautiful women," said Dolokhov, and with a serious expression, but with a smile at the corners of his mouth, he turned to Pierre, glass in hand. "To the health of beautiful women, Petrusha, and of their lovers," he said...
Pierre looked at Dolokhov, the pupils of his eyes sank: the something terrible and ugly that had sickened him during dinner rose up and took possession of him. He leaned his entire corpulent body across the table...
Dolokhov looked at Pierre with his light, merry, cruel eyes, and with the same smile, as if saying: "Ah, this is what I like."