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"
It
's
not
that
I
do
n't
remember
--
I
know
what
he
is
like
,
but
not
as
I
remember
Nikólenka
.
Him
--
I
just
shut
my
eyes
and
remember
,
but
Borís
...
No
!
"
(
She
shut
her
eyes
.
)
"
No
!
there
's
nothing
at
all
.
"
"
Oh
,
Natásha
!
"
said
Sónya
,
looking
ecstatically
and
earnestly
at
her
friend
as
if
she
did
not
consider
her
worthy
to
hear
what
she
meant
to
say
and
as
if
she
were
saying
it
to
someone
else
,
with
whom
joking
was
out
of
the
question
,
"
I
am
in
love
with
your
brother
once
for
all
and
,
whatever
may
happen
to
him
or
to
me
,
shall
never
cease
to
love
him
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
Natásha
looked
at
Sónya
with
wondering
and
inquisitive
eyes
,
and
said
nothing
.
She
felt
that
Sónya
was
speaking
the
truth
,
that
there
was
such
love
as
Sónya
was
speaking
of
.
But
Natásha
had
not
yet
felt
anything
like
it
.
She
believed
it
could
be
,
but
did
not
understand
it
.
"
Shall
you
write
to
him
?
"
she
asked
.
Sónya
became
thoughtful
.
The
question
of
how
to
write
to
Nicholas
,
and
whether
she
ought
to
write
,
tormented
her
.
Now
that
he
was
already
an
officer
and
a
wounded
hero
,
would
it
be
right
to
remind
him
of
herself
and
,
as
it
might
seem
,
of
the
obligations
to
her
he
had
taken
on
himself
?
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
think
if
he
writes
,
I
will
write
too
,
"
she
said
,
blushing
.
"
And
you
wo
n't
feel
ashamed
to
write
to
him
?
"
Sónya
smiled
.
"
No
.
"
