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Natásha
,
who
was
sitting
opposite
to
him
with
her
eldest
daughter
on
her
lap
,
turned
her
sparkling
eyes
swiftly
from
her
husband
to
the
things
he
showed
her
.
"
That
's
for
Belóva
?
Excellent
!
"
She
felt
the
quality
of
the
material
.
"
It
was
a
ruble
an
arshin
,
I
suppose
?
"
Pierre
told
her
the
price
.
"
Too
dear
!
"
Natásha
remarked
.
"
How
pleased
the
children
will
be
and
Mamma
too
!
Only
you
need
not
have
bought
me
this
,
"
she
added
,
unable
to
suppress
a
smile
as
she
gazed
admiringly
at
a
gold
comb
set
with
pearls
,
of
a
kind
then
just
coming
into
fashion
.
"
Adèle
tempted
me
:
she
kept
on
telling
me
to
buy
it
,
"
returned
Pierre
.
"
When
am
I
to
wear
it
?
"
and
Natásha
stuck
it
in
her
coil
of
hair
.
"
When
I
take
little
Másha
into
society
?
Perhaps
they
will
be
fashionable
again
by
then
.
Well
,
let
's
go
now
.
"
And
collecting
the
presents
they
went
first
to
the
nursery
and
then
to
the
old
countess
'
rooms
.
The
countess
was
sitting
with
her
companion
Belóva
,
playing
grand-patience
as
usual
,
when
Pierre
and
Natásha
came
into
the
drawing
room
with
parcels
under
their
arms
.
The
countess
was
now
over
sixty
,
was
quite
gray
,
and
wore
a
cap
with
a
frill
that
surrounded
her
face
.
Her
face
had
shriveled
,
her
upper
lip
had
sunk
in
,
and
her
eyes
were
dim
.
