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In
men
Rostóv
could
not
bear
to
see
the
expression
of
a
higher
spiritual
life
(
that
was
why
he
did
not
like
Prince
Andrew
)
and
he
referred
to
it
contemptuously
as
philosophy
and
dreaminess
,
but
in
Princess
Mary
that
very
sorrow
which
revealed
the
depth
of
a
whole
spiritual
world
foreign
to
him
was
an
irresistible
attraction
.
"
She
must
be
a
wonderful
woman
.
A
real
angel
!
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
Why
am
I
not
free
?
Why
was
I
in
such
a
hurry
with
Sónya
?
"
And
he
involuntarily
compared
the
two
:
the
lack
of
spirituality
in
the
one
and
the
abundance
of
it
in
the
other
--
a
spirituality
he
himself
lacked
and
therefore
valued
most
highly
.
He
tried
to
picture
what
would
happen
were
he
free
.
How
he
would
propose
to
her
and
how
she
would
become
his
wife
.
But
no
,
he
could
not
imagine
that
.
He
felt
awed
,
and
no
clear
picture
presented
itself
to
his
mind
.
He
had
long
ago
pictured
to
himself
a
future
with
Sónya
,
and
that
was
all
clear
and
simple
just
because
it
had
all
been
thought
out
and
he
knew
all
there
was
in
Sónya
,
but
it
was
impossible
to
picture
a
future
with
Princess
Mary
,
because
he
did
not
understand
her
but
simply
loved
her
.
Reveries
about
Sónya
had
had
something
merry
and
playful
in
them
,
but
to
dream
of
Princess
Mary
was
always
difficult
and
a
little
frightening
.
"
How
she
prayed
!
"
he
thought
.
"
It
was
plain
that
her
whole
soul
was
in
her
prayer
.
Yes
,
that
was
the
prayer
that
moves
mountains
,
and
I
am
sure
her
prayer
will
be
answered
.
Why
do
n't
I
pray
for
what
I
want
?
"
he
suddenly
thought
.
"
What
do
I
want
?
To
be
free
,
released
from
Sónya
...
She
was
right
,
"
he
thought
,
remembering
what
the
governor
's
wife
had
said
:
"
Nothing
but
misfortune
can
come
of
marrying
Sónya
.
Muddles
,
grief
for
Mamma
...
business
difficulties
...
muddles
,
terrible
muddles
!
Besides
,
I
do
n't
love
her
--
not
as
I
should
.
O
,
God
!
release
me
from
this
dreadful
,
inextricable
position
!
"
he
suddenly
began
to
pray
.
"
Yes
,
prayer
can
move
mountains
,
but
one
must
have
faith
and
not
pray
as
Natásha
and
I
used
to
as
children
,
that
the
snow
might
turn
into
sugar
--
and
then
run
out
into
the
yard
to
see
whether
it
had
done
so
.
No
,
but
I
am
not
praying
for
trifles
now
,
"
he
thought
as
he
put
his
pipe
down
in
a
corner
,
and
folding
his
hands
placed
himself
before
the
icon
.
Softened
by
memories
of
Princess
Mary
he
began
to
pray
as
he
had
not
done
for
a
long
time
.
Tears
were
in
his
eyes
and
in
his
throat
when
the
door
opened
and
Lavrúshka
came
in
with
some
papers
.
"
Blockhead
!
Why
do
you
come
in
without
being
called
?
"
cried
Nicholas
,
quickly
changing
his
attitude
.
"
From
the
governor
,
"
said
Lavrúshka
in
a
sleepy
voice
.
"
A
courier
has
arrived
and
there
's
a
letter
for
you
.
"
"
Well
,
all
right
,
thanks
.
You
can
go
!
"
Nicholas
took
the
two
letters
,
one
of
which
was
from
his
mother
and
the
other
from
Sónya
.
He
recognized
them
by
the
handwriting
and
opened
Sónya
's
first
.
He
had
read
only
a
few
lines
when
he
turned
pale
and
his
eyes
opened
wide
with
fear
and
joy
.
"
No
,
it
's
not
possible
!
"
he
cried
aloud
.
