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After
the
deaths
of
her
son
and
husband
in
such
rapid
succession
,
she
felt
herself
a
being
accidentally
forgotten
in
this
world
and
left
without
aim
or
object
for
her
existence
.
She
ate
,
drank
,
slept
,
or
kept
awake
,
but
did
not
live
.
Life
gave
her
no
new
impressions
.
She
wanted
nothing
from
life
but
tranquillity
,
and
that
tranquillity
only
death
could
give
her
.
But
until
death
came
she
had
to
go
on
living
,
that
is
,
to
use
her
vital
forces
.
A
peculiarity
one
sees
in
very
young
children
and
very
old
people
was
particularly
evident
in
her
.
Her
life
had
no
external
aims
--
only
a
need
to
exercise
her
various
functions
and
inclinations
was
apparent
.
She
had
to
eat
,
sleep
,
think
,
speak
,
weep
,
work
,
give
vent
to
her
anger
,
and
so
on
,
merely
because
she
had
a
stomach
,
a
brain
,
muscles
,
nerves
,
and
a
liver
.
She
did
these
things
not
under
any
external
impulse
as
people
in
the
full
vigor
of
life
do
,
when
behind
the
purpose
for
which
they
strive
that
of
exercising
their
functions
remains
unnoticed
.
She
talked
only
because
she
physically
needed
to
exercise
her
tongue
and
lungs
.
She
cried
as
a
child
does
,
because
her
nose
had
to
be
cleared
,
and
so
on
.
What
for
people
in
their
full
vigor
is
an
aim
was
for
her
evidently
merely
a
pretext
.
Thus
in
the
morning
--
especially
if
she
had
eaten
anything
rich
the
day
before
--
she
felt
a
need
of
being
angry
and
would
choose
as
the
handiest
pretext
Belóva
's
deafness
.
She
would
begin
to
say
something
to
her
in
a
low
tone
from
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
"
It
seems
a
little
warmer
today
,
my
dear
,
"
she
would
murmur
.
And
when
Belóva
replied
:
"
Oh
yes
,
they
've
come
,
"
she
would
mutter
angrily
:
"
O
Lord
!
How
stupid
and
deaf
she
is
!
"
Another
pretext
would
be
her
snuff
,
which
would
seem
too
dry
or
too
damp
or
not
rubbed
fine
enough
.
After
these
fits
of
irritability
her
face
would
grow
yellow
,
and
her
maids
knew
by
infallible
symptoms
when
Belóva
would
again
be
deaf
,
the
snuff
damp
,
and
the
countess
'
face
yellow
.
Just
as
she
needed
to
work
off
her
spleen
so
she
had
sometimes
to
exercise
her
still-existing
faculty
of
thinking
--
and
the
pretext
for
that
was
a
game
of
patience
.
When
she
needed
to
cry
,
the
deceased
count
would
be
the
pretext
.
When
she
wanted
to
be
agitated
,
Nicholas
and
his
health
would
be
the
pretext
,
and
when
she
felt
a
need
to
speak
spitefully
,
the
pretext
would
be
Countess
Mary
.
When
her
vocal
organs
needed
exercise
,
which
was
usually
toward
seven
o'clock
when
she
had
had
an
after-dinner
rest
in
a
darkened
room
,
the
pretext
would
be
the
retelling
of
the
same
stories
over
and
over
again
to
the
same
audience
.
The
old
lady
's
condition
was
understood
by
the
whole
household
though
no
one
ever
spoke
of
it
,
and
they
all
made
every
possible
effort
to
satisfy
her
needs
Only
by
a
rare
glance
exchanged
with
a
sad
smile
between
Nicholas
,
Pierre
,
Natásha
,
and
Countess
Mary
was
the
common
understanding
of
her
condition
expressed
.
But
those
glances
expressed
something
more
:
they
said
that
she
had
played
her
part
in
life
,
that
what
they
now
saw
was
not
her
whole
self
,
that
we
must
all
become
like
her
,
and
that
they
were
glad
to
yield
to
her
,
to
restrain
themselves
for
this
once
precious
being
formerly
as
full
of
life
as
themselves
,
but
now
so
much
to
be
pitied
.
"
Memento
mori
,
"
said
these
glances
.
