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"
It
's
all
nonsense
,
all
rubbish
--
those
discussions
which
lead
to
nothing
and
all
those
idiotic
societies
!
"
Natásha
declared
of
the
very
affairs
in
the
immense
importance
of
which
she
firmly
believed
.
And
she
would
go
to
the
nursery
to
nurse
Pétya
,
her
only
boy
.
No
one
else
could
tell
her
anything
so
comforting
or
so
reasonable
as
this
little
three-month-old
creature
when
he
lay
at
her
breast
and
she
was
conscious
of
the
movement
of
his
lips
and
the
snuffling
of
his
little
nose
.
That
creature
said
:
"
You
are
angry
,
you
are
jealous
,
you
would
like
to
pay
him
out
,
you
are
afraid
--
but
here
am
I
!
And
I
am
he
...
"
and
that
was
unanswerable
.
It
was
more
than
true
.
During
that
fortnight
of
anxiety
Natásha
resorted
to
the
baby
for
comfort
so
often
,
and
fussed
over
him
so
much
,
that
she
overfed
him
and
he
fell
ill
.
She
was
terrified
by
his
illness
,
and
yet
that
was
just
what
she
needed
.
While
attending
to
him
she
bore
the
anxiety
about
her
husband
more
easily
.
She
was
nursing
her
boy
when
the
sound
of
Pierre
's
sleigh
was
heard
at
the
front
door
,
and
the
old
nurse
--
knowing
how
to
please
her
mistress
--
entered
the
room
inaudibly
but
hurriedly
and
with
a
beaming
face
.
"
Has
he
come
?
"
Natásha
asked
quickly
in
a
whisper
,
afraid
to
move
lest
she
should
rouse
the
dozing
baby
.
"
He
's
come
,
ma'am
,
"
whispered
the
nurse
.
The
blood
rushed
to
Natásha
's
face
and
her
feet
involuntarily
moved
,
but
she
could
not
jump
up
and
run
out
.
The
baby
again
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
at
her
.
"
You
're
here
?
"
he
seemed
to
be
saying
,
and
again
lazily
smacked
his
lips
.
Cautiously
withdrawing
her
breast
,
Natásha
rocked
him
a
little
,
handed
him
to
the
nurse
,
and
went
with
rapid
steps
toward
the
door
.
But
at
the
door
she
stopped
as
if
her
conscience
reproached
her
for
having
in
her
joy
left
the
child
too
soon
,
and
she
glanced
round
.
The
nurse
with
raised
elbows
was
lifting
the
infant
over
the
rail
of
his
cot
.
"
Go
,
ma'am
!
Do
n't
worry
,
go
!
"
she
whispered
,
smiling
,
with
the
kind
of
familiarity
that
grows
up
between
a
nurse
and
her
mistress
.
Natásha
ran
with
light
footsteps
to
the
anteroom
.
