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"
All
the
same
I
sha
n't
sleep
.
What
silliness
,
to
sleep
!
Mummy
!
Mummy
!
such
a
thing
never
happened
to
me
before
,
"
she
said
,
surprised
and
alarmed
at
the
feeling
she
was
aware
of
in
herself
.
"
And
could
we
ever
have
thought
!
...
"
It
seemed
to
Natásha
that
even
at
the
time
she
first
saw
Prince
Andrew
at
Otrádnoe
she
had
fallen
in
love
with
him
.
It
was
as
if
she
feared
this
strange
,
unexpected
happiness
of
meeting
again
the
very
man
she
had
then
chosen
(
she
was
firmly
convinced
she
had
done
so
)
and
of
finding
him
,
as
it
seemed
,
not
indifferent
to
her
.
"
And
it
had
to
happen
that
he
should
come
specially
to
Petersburg
while
we
are
here
.
And
it
had
to
happen
that
we
should
meet
at
that
ball
.
It
is
fate
.
Clearly
it
is
fate
that
everything
led
up
to
this
!
Already
then
,
directly
I
saw
him
I
felt
something
peculiar
.
"
"
What
else
did
he
say
to
you
?
What
are
those
verses
?
Read
them
...
"
said
her
mother
,
thoughtfully
,
referring
to
some
verses
Prince
Andrew
had
written
in
Natásha
's
album
.
"
Mamma
,
one
need
not
be
ashamed
of
his
being
a
widower
?
"
"
Do
n't
,
Natásha
!
Pray
to
God
.
'
Marriages
are
made
in
heaven
,
"'
said
her
mother
.
"
Darling
Mummy
,
how
I
love
you
!
How
happy
I
am
!
"
cried
Natásha
,
shedding
tears
of
joy
and
excitement
and
embracing
her
mother
.
At
that
very
time
Prince
Andrew
was
sitting
with
Pierre
and
telling
him
of
his
love
for
Natásha
and
his
firm
resolve
to
make
her
his
wife
.
That
day
Countess
Hélène
had
a
reception
at
her
house
.
The
French
ambassador
was
there
,
and
a
foreign
prince
of
the
blood
who
had
of
late
become
a
frequent
visitor
of
hers
,
and
many
brilliant
ladies
and
gentlemen
.
Pierre
,
who
had
come
downstairs
,
walked
through
the
rooms
and
struck
everyone
by
his
preoccupied
,
absent-minded
,
and
morose
air
.
Since
the
ball
he
had
felt
the
approach
of
a
fit
of
nervous
depression
and
had
made
desperate
efforts
to
combat
it
.
Since
the
intimacy
of
his
wife
with
the
royal
prince
,
Pierre
had
unexpectedly
been
made
a
gentleman
of
the
bedchamber
,
and
from
that
time
he
had
begun
to
feel
oppressed
and
ashamed
in
court
society
,
and
dark
thoughts
of
the
vanity
of
all
things
human
came
to
him
oftener
than
before
.
At
the
same
time
the
feeling
he
had
noticed
between
his
protégée
Natásha
and
Prince
Andrew
accentuated
his
gloom
by
the
contrast
between
his
own
position
and
his
friend
's
.
He
tried
equally
to
avoid
thinking
about
his
wife
,
and
about
Natásha
and
Prince
Andrew
;
and
again
everything
seemed
to
him
insignificant
in
comparison
with
eternity
;
again
the
question
:
for
what
?
presented
itself
;
and
he
forced
himself
to
work
day
and
night
at
Masonic
labors
,
hoping
to
drive
away
the
evil
spirit
that
threatened
him
.
Toward
midnight
,
after
he
had
left
the
countess
'
apartments
,
he
was
sitting
upstairs
in
a
shabby
dressing
gown
,
copying
out
the
original
transaction
of
the
Scottish
lodge
of
Freemasons
at
a
table
in
his
low
room
cloudy
with
tobacco
smoke
,
when
someone
came
in
.
It
was
Prince
Andrew
.
