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"
Perhaps
he
is
not
asleep
;
I
'll
have
an
explanation
with
him
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
Little
Andrew
,
her
eldest
boy
,
imitating
his
mother
,
followed
her
on
tiptoe
.
She
did
not
notice
him
.
"
Mary
,
dear
,
I
think
he
is
asleep
--
he
was
so
tired
,
"
said
Sónya
,
meeting
her
in
the
large
sitting
room
(
it
seemed
to
Countess
Mary
that
she
crossed
her
path
everywhere
)
.
"
Andrew
may
wake
him
.
"
Countess
Mary
looked
round
,
saw
little
Andrew
following
her
,
felt
that
Sónya
was
right
,
and
for
that
very
reason
flushed
and
with
evident
difficulty
refrained
from
saying
something
harsh
.
She
made
no
reply
,
but
to
avoid
obeying
Sónya
beckoned
to
Andrew
to
follow
her
quietly
and
went
to
the
door
.
Sónya
went
away
by
another
door
.
From
the
room
in
which
Nicholas
was
sleeping
came
the
sound
of
his
even
breathing
,
every
slightest
tone
of
which
was
familiar
to
his
wife
.
As
she
listened
to
it
she
saw
before
her
his
smooth
handsome
forehead
,
his
mustache
,
and
his
whole
face
,
as
she
had
so
often
seen
it
in
the
stillness
of
the
night
when
he
slept
.
Nicholas
suddenly
moved
and
cleared
his
throat
.
And
at
that
moment
little
Andrew
shouted
from
outside
the
door
:
"
Papa
!
Mamma
's
standing
here
!
"
Countess
Mary
turned
pale
with
fright
and
made
signs
to
the
boy
.
He
grew
silent
,
and
quiet
ensued
for
a
moment
,
terrible
to
Countess
Mary
.
She
knew
how
Nicholas
disliked
being
waked
.
Then
through
the
door
she
heard
Nicholas
clearing
his
throat
again
and
stirring
,
and
his
voice
said
crossly
:
"
I
ca
n't
get
a
moment
's
peace
...
Mary
,
is
that
you
?
Why
did
you
bring
him
here
?
"
"
I
only
came
in
to
look
and
did
not
notice
...
forgive
me
...
"
Nicholas
coughed
and
said
no
more
.
Countess
Mary
moved
away
from
the
door
and
took
the
boy
back
to
the
nursery
.
Five
minutes
later
little
black-eyed
three-year-old
Natásha
,
her
father
's
pet
,
having
learned
from
her
brother
that
Papa
was
asleep
and
Mamma
was
in
the
sitting
room
,
ran
to
her
father
unobserved
by
her
mother
.
The
dark-eyed
little
girl
boldly
opened
the
creaking
door
,
went
up
to
the
sofa
with
energetic
steps
of
her
sturdy
little
legs
,
and
having
examined
the
position
of
her
father
,
who
was
asleep
with
his
back
to
her
,
rose
on
tiptoe
and
kissed
the
hand
which
lay
under
his
head
.
Nicholas
turned
with
a
tender
smile
on
his
face
.
"
Natásha
,
Natásha
!
"
came
Countess
Mary
's
frightened
whisper
from
the
door
.
"
Papa
wants
to
sleep
.
"
"
No
,
Mamma
,
he
does
n't
want
to
sleep
,
"
said
little
Natásha
with
conviction
.
"
He
's
laughing
.
"
Nicholas
lowered
his
legs
,
rose
,
and
took
his
daughter
in
his
arms
.
