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"
Now
then
,
go
away
and
take
your
monstrosity
with
you
,
"
said
the
mother
,
pushing
away
her
daughter
with
pretended
sternness
,
and
turning
to
the
visitor
she
added
:
"
She
is
my
youngest
girl
.
"
Natásha
,
raising
her
face
for
a
moment
from
her
mother
's
mantilla
,
glanced
up
at
her
through
tears
of
laughter
,
and
again
hid
her
face
.
The
visitor
,
compelled
to
look
on
at
this
family
scene
,
thought
it
necessary
to
take
some
part
in
it
.
"
Tell
me
,
my
dear
,
"
said
she
to
Natásha
,
"
is
Mimi
a
relation
of
yours
?
A
daughter
,
I
suppose
?
"
Natásha
did
not
like
the
visitor
's
tone
of
condescension
to
childish
things
.
She
did
not
reply
,
but
looked
at
her
seriously
.
Meanwhile
the
younger
generation
:
Borís
,
the
officer
,
Anna
Mikháylovna
's
son
;
Nicholas
,
the
undergraduate
,
the
count
's
eldest
son
;
Sónya
,
the
count
's
fifteen-year-old
niece
,
and
little
Pétya
,
his
youngest
boy
,
had
all
settled
down
in
the
drawing
room
and
were
obviously
trying
to
restrain
within
the
bounds
of
decorum
the
excitement
and
mirth
that
shone
in
all
their
faces
.
Evidently
in
the
back
rooms
,
from
which
they
had
dashed
out
so
impetuously
,
the
conversation
had
been
more
amusing
than
the
drawing
room
talk
of
society
scandals
,
the
weather
,
and
Countess
Apráksina
.
Now
and
then
they
glanced
at
one
another
,
hardly
able
to
suppress
their
laughter
.
The
two
young
men
,
the
student
and
the
officer
,
friends
from
childhood
,
were
of
the
same
age
and
both
handsome
fellows
,
though
not
alike
.
Borís
was
tall
and
fair
,
and
his
calm
and
handsome
face
had
regular
,
delicate
features
.
Nicholas
was
short
with
curly
hair
and
an
open
expression
.
Dark
hairs
were
already
showing
on
his
upper
lip
,
and
his
whole
face
expressed
impetuosity
and
enthusiasm
.
Nicholas
blushed
when
he
entered
the
drawing
room
.
He
evidently
tried
to
find
something
to
say
,
but
failed
.
Borís
on
the
contrary
at
once
found
his
footing
,
and
related
quietly
and
humorously
how
he
had
known
that
doll
Mimi
when
she
was
still
quite
a
young
lady
,
before
her
nose
was
broken
;
how
she
had
aged
during
the
five
years
he
had
known
her
,
and
how
her
head
had
cracked
right
across
the
skull
.
Having
said
this
he
glanced
at
Natásha
She
turned
away
from
him
and
glanced
at
her
younger
brother
,
who
was
screwing
up
his
eyes
and
shaking
with
suppressed
laughter
,
and
unable
to
control
herself
any
longer
,
she
jumped
up
and
rushed
from
the
room
as
fast
as
her
nimble
little
feet
would
carry
her
.
Borís
did
not
laugh
.
"
You
were
meaning
to
go
out
,
were
n't
you
,
Mamma
?
Do
you
want
the
carriage
?
"
he
asked
his
mother
with
a
smile
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
go
and
tell
them
to
get
it
ready
,
"
she
answered
,
returning
his
smile
.
