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Her
bust
,
which
had
always
seemed
like
marble
to
Pierre
,
was
so
close
to
him
that
his
shortsighted
eyes
could
not
but
perceive
the
living
charm
of
her
neck
and
shoulders
,
so
near
to
his
lips
that
he
need
only
have
bent
his
head
a
little
to
have
touched
them
.
He
was
conscious
of
the
warmth
of
her
body
,
the
scent
of
perfume
,
and
the
creaking
of
her
corset
as
she
moved
.
He
did
not
see
her
marble
beauty
forming
a
complete
whole
with
her
dress
,
but
all
the
charm
of
her
body
only
covered
by
her
garments
.
And
having
once
seen
this
he
could
not
help
being
aware
of
it
,
just
as
we
can
not
renew
an
illusion
we
have
once
seen
through
.
"
So
you
have
never
noticed
before
how
beautiful
I
am
?
"
Hélène
seemed
to
say
.
"
You
had
not
noticed
that
I
am
a
woman
?
Yes
,
I
am
a
woman
who
may
belong
to
anyone
--
to
you
too
,
"
said
her
glance
.
And
at
that
moment
Pierre
felt
that
Hélène
not
only
could
,
but
must
,
be
his
wife
,
and
that
it
could
not
be
otherwise
.
He
knew
this
at
that
moment
as
surely
as
if
he
had
been
standing
at
the
altar
with
her
.
How
and
when
this
would
be
he
did
not
know
,
he
did
not
even
know
if
it
would
be
a
good
thing
(
he
even
felt
,
he
knew
not
why
,
that
it
would
be
a
bad
thing
)
,
but
he
knew
it
would
happen
.
Pierre
dropped
his
eyes
,
lifted
them
again
,
and
wished
once
more
to
see
her
as
a
distant
beauty
far
removed
from
him
,
as
he
had
seen
her
every
day
until
then
,
but
he
could
no
longer
do
it
.
He
could
not
,
any
more
than
a
man
who
has
been
looking
at
a
tuft
of
steppe
grass
through
the
mist
and
taking
it
for
a
tree
can
again
take
it
for
a
tree
after
he
has
once
recognized
it
to
be
a
tuft
of
grass
.
She
was
terribly
close
to
him
.
She
already
had
power
over
him
,
and
between
them
there
was
no
longer
any
barrier
except
the
barrier
of
his
own
will
.
"
Well
,
I
will
leave
you
in
your
little
corner
,
"
came
Anna
Pávlovna
's
voice
,
"
I
see
you
are
all
right
there
.
"
And
Pierre
,
anxiously
trying
to
remember
whether
he
had
done
anything
reprehensible
,
looked
round
with
a
blush
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
everyone
knew
what
had
happened
to
him
as
he
knew
it
himself
.
A
little
later
when
he
went
up
to
the
large
circle
,
Anna
Pávlovna
said
to
him
:
"
I
hear
you
are
refitting
your
Petersburg
house
?
"
This
was
true
.
The
architect
had
told
him
that
it
was
necessary
,
and
Pierre
,
without
knowing
why
,
was
having
his
enormous
Petersburg
house
done
up
.
"
That
's
a
good
thing
,
but
do
n't
move
from
Prince
Vasíli
's
.
It
is
good
to
have
a
friend
like
the
prince
,
"
she
said
,
smiling
at
Prince
Vasíli
.
"
I
know
something
about
that
.
Do
n't
I
?
And
you
are
still
so
young
.
You
need
advice
.
Do
n't
be
angry
with
me
for
exercising
an
old
woman
's
privilege
.
"
