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"
No
,
on
my
true
word
of
honor
,
"
said
Natásha
,
crossing
herself
,
"
I
wo
n't
tell
anyone
!
"
and
she
ran
off
at
once
to
Sónya
.
"
Nikólenka
...
wounded
...
a
letter
,
"
she
announced
in
gleeful
triumph
.
"
Nicholas
!
"
was
all
Sónya
said
,
instantly
turning
white
.
Natásha
,
seeing
the
impression
the
news
of
her
brother
's
wound
produced
on
Sónya
,
felt
for
the
first
time
the
sorrowful
side
of
the
news
.
She
rushed
to
Sónya
,
hugged
her
,
and
began
to
cry
.
"
A
little
wound
,
but
he
has
been
made
an
officer
;
he
is
well
now
,
he
wrote
himself
,
"
said
she
through
her
tears
.
"
There
now
!
It
's
true
that
all
you
women
are
crybabies
,
"
remarked
Pétya
,
pacing
the
room
with
large
,
resolute
strides
.
"
Now
I
'm
very
glad
,
very
glad
indeed
,
that
my
brother
has
distinguished
himself
so
.
You
are
all
blubberers
and
understand
nothing
.
"
Natásha
smiled
through
her
tears
.
"
You
have
n't
read
the
letter
?
"
asked
Sónya
.
"
No
,
but
she
said
that
it
was
all
over
and
that
he
's
now
an
officer
.
"
