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"
Well
,
and
are
you
still
true
to
Borís
?
"
he
continued
.
"
Oh
,
what
nonsense
!
"
cried
Natásha
,
laughing
.
"
I
do
n't
think
about
him
or
anyone
else
,
and
I
do
n't
want
anything
of
the
kind
.
"
"
Dear
me
!
Then
what
are
you
up
to
now
?
"
"
Now
?
"
repeated
Natásha
,
and
a
happy
smile
lit
up
her
face
.
"
Have
you
seen
Duport
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Not
seen
Duport
--
the
famous
dancer
?
Well
then
,
you
wo
n't
understand
.
That
's
what
I
'm
up
to
.
"
Curving
her
arms
,
Natásha
held
out
her
skirts
as
dancers
do
,
ran
back
a
few
steps
,
turned
,
cut
a
caper
,
brought
her
little
feet
sharply
together
,
and
made
some
steps
on
the
very
tips
of
her
toes
.
"
See
,
I
'm
standing
!
See
!
"
she
said
,
but
could
not
maintain
herself
on
her
toes
any
longer
.
"
So
that
's
what
I
'm
up
to
!
I
'll
never
marry
anyone
,
but
will
be
a
dancer
.
Only
do
n't
tell
anyone
.
"
Rostóv
laughed
so
loud
and
merrily
that
Denísov
,
in
his
bedroom
,
felt
envious
and
Natásha
could
not
help
joining
in
.
