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"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Oh
,
nothing
,
"
said
he
,
as
if
weary
of
being
continually
asked
the
same
question
.
"
Will
Papa
be
back
soon
?
"
"
I
expect
so
.
"
"
Everything
's
the
same
with
them
.
They
know
nothing
about
it
!
Where
am
I
to
go
?
"
thought
Nicholas
,
and
went
again
into
the
dancing
room
where
the
clavichord
stood
.
Sónya
was
sitting
at
the
clavichord
,
playing
the
prelude
to
Denísov
's
favorite
barcarolle
.
Natásha
was
preparing
to
sing
.
Denísov
was
looking
at
her
with
enraptured
eyes
.
Nicholas
began
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
.
"
Why
do
they
want
to
make
her
sing
?
How
can
she
sing
?
There
's
nothing
to
be
happy
about
!
"
thought
he
.
Sónya
struck
the
first
chord
of
the
prelude
.
"
My
God
,
I
'm
a
ruined
and
dishonored
man
!
A
bullet
through
my
brain
is
the
only
thing
left
me
--
not
singing
!
"
his
thoughts
ran
on
.
"
Go
away
?
But
where
to
?
It
's
one
--
let
them
sing
!
"
He
continued
to
pace
the
room
,
looking
gloomily
at
Denísov
and
the
girls
and
avoiding
their
eyes
.
