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"
And
I
do
n't
at
all
want
to
get
married
.
And
I
am
afraid
of
him
;
I
have
now
become
quite
calm
,
quite
calm
.
"
The
day
after
this
conversation
Natásha
put
on
the
old
dress
which
she
knew
had
the
peculiar
property
of
conducing
to
cheerfulness
in
the
mornings
,
and
that
day
she
returned
to
the
old
way
of
life
which
she
had
abandoned
since
the
ball
.
Having
finished
her
morning
tea
she
went
to
the
ballroom
,
which
she
particularly
liked
for
its
loud
resonance
,
and
began
singing
her
solfeggio
.
When
she
had
finished
her
first
exercise
she
stood
still
in
the
middle
of
the
room
and
sang
a
musical
phrase
that
particularly
pleased
her
.
She
listened
joyfully
(
as
though
she
had
not
expected
it
)
to
the
charm
of
the
notes
reverberating
,
filling
the
whole
empty
ballroom
,
and
slowly
dying
away
;
and
all
at
once
she
felt
cheerful
.
"
What
's
the
good
of
making
so
much
of
it
?
Things
are
nice
as
it
is
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
and
she
began
walking
up
and
down
the
room
,
not
stepping
simply
on
the
resounding
parquet
but
treading
with
each
step
from
the
heel
to
the
toe
(
she
had
on
a
new
and
favorite
pair
of
shoes
)
and
listening
to
the
regular
tap
of
the
heel
and
creak
of
the
toe
as
gladly
as
she
had
to
the
sounds
of
her
own
voice
.
Passing
a
mirror
she
glanced
into
it
.
"
There
,
that
's
me
!
"
the
expression
of
her
face
seemed
to
say
as
she
caught
sight
of
herself
.
"
Well
,
and
very
nice
too
!
I
need
nobody
.
"
A
footman
wanted
to
come
in
to
clear
away
something
in
the
room
but
she
would
not
let
him
,
and
having
closed
the
door
behind
him
continued
her
walk
.
That
morning
she
had
returned
to
her
favorite
mood
--
love
of
,
and
delight
in
,
herself
.
"
How
charming
that
Natásha
is
!
"
she
said
again
,
speaking
as
some
third
,
collective
,
male
person
.
"
Pretty
,
a
good
voice
,
young
,
and
in
nobody
's
way
if
only
they
leave
her
in
peace
.
"
But
however
much
they
left
her
in
peace
she
could
not
now
be
at
peace
,
and
immediately
felt
this
.
In
the
hall
the
porch
door
opened
,
and
someone
asked
,
"
At
home
?
"
and
then
footsteps
were
heard
.
Natásha
was
looking
at
the
mirror
,
but
did
not
see
herself
.
She
listened
to
the
sounds
in
the
hall
.
When
she
saw
herself
,
her
face
was
pale
.
It
was
he
.
She
knew
this
for
certain
,
though
she
hardly
heard
his
voice
through
the
closed
doors
.
Pale
and
agitated
,
Natásha
ran
into
the
drawing
room
.
"
Mamma
!
Bolkónski
has
come
!
"
she
said
.
"
Mamma
,
it
is
awful
,
it
is
unbearable
!
I
do
n't
want
...
to
be
tormented
?
What
am
I
to
do
?
...
"
Before
the
countess
could
answer
,
Prince
Andrew
entered
the
room
with
an
agitated
and
serious
face
.
As
soon
as
he
saw
Natásha
his
face
brightened
.
He
kissed
the
countess
'
hand
and
Natásha
's
,
and
sat
down
beside
the
sofa
.
"
It
is
long
since
we
had
the
pleasure
...
"
began
the
countess
,
but
Prince
Andrew
interrupted
her
by
answering
her
intended
question
,
obviously
in
haste
to
say
what
he
had
to
.
