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"
Pe
...
Pétya
...
Go
,
go
,
she
...
is
calling
...
"
and
weeping
like
a
child
and
quickly
shuffling
on
his
feeble
legs
to
a
chair
,
he
almost
fell
into
it
,
covering
his
face
with
his
hands
.
Suddenly
an
electric
shock
seemed
to
run
through
Natásha
's
whole
being
.
Terrible
anguish
struck
her
heart
,
she
felt
a
dreadful
ache
as
if
something
was
being
torn
inside
her
and
she
were
dying
.
But
the
pain
was
immediately
followed
by
a
feeling
of
release
from
the
oppressive
constraint
that
had
prevented
her
taking
part
in
life
.
The
sight
of
her
father
,
the
terribly
wild
cries
of
her
mother
that
she
heard
through
the
door
,
made
her
immediately
forget
herself
and
her
own
grief
.
She
ran
to
her
father
,
but
he
feebly
waved
his
arm
,
pointing
to
her
mother
's
door
.
Princess
Mary
,
pale
and
with
quivering
chin
,
came
out
from
that
room
and
taking
Natásha
by
the
arm
said
something
to
her
.
Natásha
neither
saw
nor
heard
her
.
She
went
in
with
rapid
steps
,
pausing
at
the
door
for
an
instant
as
if
struggling
with
herself
,
and
then
ran
to
her
mother
.
The
countess
was
lying
in
an
armchair
in
a
strange
and
awkward
position
,
stretching
out
and
beating
her
head
against
the
wall
.
Sónya
and
the
maids
were
holding
her
arms
.
"
Natásha
!
Natásha
!
...
"
cried
the
countess
.
"
It
's
not
true
...
it
's
not
true
...
He
's
lying
...
Natásha
!
"
she
shrieked
,
pushing
those
around
her
away
.
"
Go
away
,
all
of
you
;
it
's
not
true
!
Killed
!
...
ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
...
It
's
not
true
!
"
Natásha
put
one
knee
on
the
armchair
,
stooped
over
her
mother
,
embraced
her
,
and
with
unexpected
strength
raised
her
,
turned
her
face
toward
herself
,
and
clung
to
her
.
"
Mummy
!
...
darling
!
...
I
am
here
,
my
dearest
Mummy
,
"
she
kept
on
whispering
,
not
pausing
an
instant
.
She
did
not
let
go
of
her
mother
but
struggled
tenderly
with
her
,
demanded
a
pillow
and
hot
water
,
and
unfastened
and
tore
open
her
mother
's
dress
.
"
My
dearest
darling
...
Mummy
,
my
precious
!
...
"
she
whispered
incessantly
,
kissing
her
head
,
her
hands
,
her
face
,
and
feeling
her
own
irrepressible
and
streaming
tears
tickling
her
nose
and
cheeks
.
