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His
father
received
his
son
's
communication
with
external
composure
,
but
inward
wrath
.
He
could
not
comprehend
how
anyone
could
wish
to
alter
his
life
or
introduce
anything
new
into
it
,
when
his
own
life
was
already
ending
.
"
If
only
they
would
let
me
end
my
days
as
I
want
to
,
"
thought
the
old
man
,
"
then
they
might
do
as
they
please
.
"
With
his
son
,
however
,
he
employed
the
diplomacy
he
reserved
for
important
occasions
and
,
adopting
a
quiet
tone
,
discussed
the
whole
matter
.
In
the
first
place
the
marriage
was
not
a
brilliant
one
as
regards
birth
,
wealth
,
or
rank
.
Secondly
,
Prince
Andrew
was
no
longer
as
young
as
he
had
been
and
his
health
was
poor
(
the
old
man
laid
special
stress
on
this
)
,
while
she
was
very
young
.
Thirdly
,
he
had
a
son
whom
it
would
be
a
pity
to
entrust
to
a
chit
of
a
girl
.
"
Fourthly
and
finally
,
"
the
father
said
,
looking
ironically
at
his
son
,
"
I
beg
you
to
put
it
off
for
a
year
:
go
abroad
,
take
a
cure
,
look
out
as
you
wanted
to
for
a
German
tutor
for
Prince
Nicholas
.
Then
if
your
love
or
passion
or
obstinacy
--
as
you
please
--
is
still
as
great
,
marry
!
And
that
's
my
last
word
on
it
.
Mind
,
the
last
...
"
concluded
the
prince
,
in
a
tone
which
showed
that
nothing
would
make
him
alter
his
decision
.
Prince
Andrew
saw
clearly
that
the
old
man
hoped
that
his
feelings
,
or
his
fiancée
's
,
would
not
stand
a
year
's
test
,
or
that
he
(
the
old
prince
himself
)
would
die
before
then
,
and
he
decided
to
conform
to
his
father
's
wish
--
to
propose
,
and
postpone
the
wedding
for
a
year
.
Three
weeks
after
the
last
evening
he
had
spent
with
the
Rostóvs
,
Prince
Andrew
returned
to
Petersburg
.
Next
day
after
her
talk
with
her
mother
Natásha
expected
Bolkónski
all
day
,
but
he
did
not
come
.
On
the
second
and
third
day
it
was
the
same
.
Pierre
did
not
come
either
and
Natásha
,
not
knowing
that
Prince
Andrew
had
gone
to
see
his
father
,
could
not
explain
his
absence
to
herself
.
Three
weeks
passed
in
this
way
.
Natásha
had
no
desire
to
go
out
anywhere
and
wandered
from
room
to
room
like
a
shadow
,
idle
and
listless
;
she
wept
secretly
at
night
and
did
not
go
to
her
mother
in
the
evenings
.
She
blushed
continually
and
was
irritable
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
everybody
knew
about
her
disappointment
and
was
laughing
at
her
and
pitying
her
.
Strong
as
was
her
inward
grief
,
this
wound
to
her
vanity
intensified
her
misery
.
Once
she
came
to
her
mother
,
tried
to
say
something
,
and
suddenly
began
to
cry
.
Her
tears
were
those
of
an
offended
child
who
does
not
know
why
it
is
being
punished
.
The
countess
began
to
soothe
Natásha
,
who
after
first
listening
to
her
mother
's
words
,
suddenly
interrupted
her
:
"
Leave
off
,
Mamma
!
I
do
n't
think
,
and
do
n't
want
to
think
about
it
!
He
just
came
and
then
left
off
,
left
off
...
"
Her
voice
trembled
,
and
she
again
nearly
cried
,
but
recovered
and
went
on
quietly
:
