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"
Yes
,
I
was
brought
up
quite
differently
,
"
remarked
the
handsome
elder
daughter
,
Countess
Véra
,
with
a
smile
.
But
the
smile
did
not
enhance
Véra
's
beauty
as
smiles
generally
do
;
on
the
contrary
it
gave
her
an
unnatural
,
and
therefore
unpleasant
,
expression
.
Véra
was
good-looking
,
not
at
all
stupid
,
quick
at
learning
,
was
well
brought
up
,
and
had
a
pleasant
voice
;
what
she
said
was
true
and
appropriate
,
yet
,
strange
to
say
,
everyone
--
the
visitors
and
countess
alike
--
turned
to
look
at
her
as
if
wondering
why
she
had
said
it
,
and
they
all
felt
awkward
.
"
People
are
always
too
clever
with
their
eldest
children
and
try
to
make
something
exceptional
of
them
,
"
said
the
visitor
.
"
What
's
the
good
of
denying
it
,
my
dear
?
Our
dear
countess
was
too
clever
with
Véra
,
"
said
the
count
.
"
Well
,
what
of
that
?
She
's
turned
out
splendidly
all
the
same
,
"
he
added
,
winking
at
Véra
.
The
guests
got
up
and
took
their
leave
,
promising
to
return
to
dinner
.
"
What
manners
!
I
thought
they
would
never
go
,
"
said
the
countess
,
when
she
had
seen
her
guests
out
.
When
Natásha
ran
out
of
the
drawing
room
she
only
went
as
far
as
the
conservatory
.
There
she
paused
and
stood
listening
to
the
conversation
in
the
drawing
room
,
waiting
for
Borís
to
come
out
.
She
was
already
growing
impatient
,
and
stamped
her
foot
,
ready
to
cry
at
his
not
coming
at
once
,
when
she
heard
the
young
man
's
discreet
steps
approaching
neither
quickly
nor
slowly
.
At
this
Natásha
dashed
swiftly
among
the
flower
tubs
and
hid
there
.
Borís
paused
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
looked
round
,
brushed
a
little
dust
from
the
sleeve
of
his
uniform
,
and
going
up
to
a
mirror
examined
his
handsome
face
.
Natásha
,
very
still
,
peered
out
from
her
ambush
,
waiting
to
see
what
he
would
do
.
He
stood
a
little
while
before
the
glass
,
smiled
,
and
walked
toward
the
other
door
.
Natásha
was
about
to
call
him
but
changed
her
mind
.
"
Let
him
look
for
me
,
"
thought
she
.
Hardly
had
Borís
gone
than
Sónya
,
flushed
,
in
tears
,
and
muttering
angrily
,
came
in
at
the
other
door
.
Natásha
checked
her
first
impulse
to
run
out
to
her
,
and
remained
in
her
hiding
place
,
watching
--
as
under
an
invisible
cap
--
to
see
what
went
on
in
the
world
.
She
was
experiencing
a
new
and
peculiar
pleasure
.
Sónya
,
muttering
to
herself
,
kept
looking
round
toward
the
drawing
room
door
.
It
opened
and
Nicholas
came
in
.
"
Sónya
,
what
is
the
matter
with
you
?
How
can
you
?
"
said
he
,
running
up
to
her
.
"
It
's
nothing
,
nothing
;
leave
me
alone
!
"
sobbed
Sónya
.
