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They
had
decided
to
be
at
the
ball
by
half-past
ten
,
and
Natásha
had
still
to
get
dressed
and
they
had
to
call
at
the
Taurida
Gardens
.
When
her
hair
was
done
,
Natásha
,
in
her
short
petticoat
from
under
which
her
dancing
shoes
showed
,
and
in
her
mother
's
dressing
jacket
,
ran
up
to
Sónya
,
scrutinized
her
,
and
then
ran
to
her
mother
.
Turning
her
mother
's
head
this
way
and
that
,
she
fastened
on
the
cap
and
,
hurriedly
kissing
her
gray
hair
,
ran
back
to
the
maids
who
were
turning
up
the
hem
of
her
skirt
.
The
cause
of
the
delay
was
Natásha
's
skirt
,
which
was
too
long
.
Two
maids
were
turning
up
the
hem
and
hurriedly
biting
off
the
ends
of
thread
.
A
third
with
pins
in
her
mouth
was
running
about
between
the
countess
and
Sónya
,
and
a
fourth
held
the
whole
of
the
gossamer
garment
up
high
on
one
uplifted
hand
.
"
Mávra
,
quicker
,
darling
!
"
"
Give
me
my
thimble
,
Miss
,
from
there
...
"
"
Whenever
will
you
be
ready
?
"
asked
the
count
coming
to
the
door
.
"
Here
is
some
scent
.
Perónskaya
must
be
tired
of
waiting
.
"
"
It
's
ready
,
Miss
,
"
said
the
maid
,
holding
up
the
shortened
gauze
dress
with
two
fingers
,
and
blowing
and
shaking
something
off
it
,
as
if
by
this
to
express
a
consciousness
of
the
airiness
and
purity
of
what
she
held
.
Natásha
began
putting
on
the
dress
.
"
In
a
minute
!
In
a
minute
!
Do
n't
come
in
,
Papa
!
"
she
cried
to
her
father
as
he
opened
the
door
--
speaking
from
under
the
filmy
skirt
which
still
covered
her
whole
face
.
