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"
Uncle
"
rose
,
and
it
was
as
if
there
were
two
men
in
him
:
one
of
them
smiled
seriously
at
the
merry
fellow
,
while
the
merry
fellow
struck
a
naïve
and
precise
attitude
preparatory
to
a
folk
dance
.
"
Now
then
,
niece
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
waving
to
Natásha
the
hand
that
had
just
struck
a
chord
.
Natásha
threw
off
the
shawl
from
her
shoulders
,
ran
forward
to
face
"
Uncle
,
"
and
setting
her
arms
akimbo
also
made
a
motion
with
her
shoulders
and
struck
an
attitude
.
Where
,
how
,
and
when
had
this
young
countess
,
educated
by
an
émigrée
French
governess
,
imbibed
from
the
Russian
air
she
breathed
that
spirit
and
obtained
that
manner
which
the
pas
de
châle
*
would
,
one
would
have
supposed
,
long
ago
have
effaced
?
But
the
spirit
and
the
movements
were
those
inimitable
and
unteachable
Russian
ones
that
"
Uncle
"
had
expected
of
her
.
As
soon
as
she
had
struck
her
pose
,
and
smiled
triumphantly
,
proudly
,
and
with
sly
merriment
,
the
fear
that
had
at
first
seized
Nicholas
and
the
others
that
she
might
not
do
the
right
thing
was
at
an
end
,
and
they
were
already
admiring
her
.
*
The
French
shawl
dance
.
She
did
the
right
thing
with
such
precision
,
such
complete
precision
,
that
Anísya
Fëdorovna
,
who
had
at
once
handed
her
the
handkerchief
she
needed
for
the
dance
,
had
tears
in
her
eyes
,
though
she
laughed
as
she
watched
this
slim
,
graceful
countess
,
reared
in
silks
and
velvets
and
so
different
from
herself
,
who
yet
was
able
to
understand
all
that
was
in
Anísya
and
in
Anísya
's
father
and
mother
and
aunt
,
and
in
every
Russian
man
and
woman
.
"
Well
,
little
countess
;
that
's
it
--
come
on
!
"
cried
"
Uncle
,
"
with
a
joyous
laugh
,
having
finished
the
dance
.
"
Well
done
,
niece
!
Now
a
fine
young
fellow
must
be
found
as
husband
for
you
.
That
's
it
--
come
on
!
"
"
He
's
chosen
already
,
"
said
Nicholas
smiling
.
"
Oh
?
"
said
"
Uncle
"
in
surprise
,
looking
inquiringly
at
Natásha
,
who
nodded
her
head
with
a
happy
smile
.
"
And
such
a
one
!
"
she
said
.
But
as
soon
as
she
had
said
it
a
new
train
of
thoughts
and
feelings
arose
in
her
.
"
What
did
Nicholas
'
smile
mean
when
he
said
'
chosen
already
'
?
Is
he
glad
of
it
or
not
?
It
is
as
if
he
thought
my
Bolkónski
would
not
approve
of
or
understand
our
gaiety
.
But
he
would
understand
it
all
.
Where
is
he
now
?
"
she
thought
,
and
her
face
suddenly
became
serious
.
But
this
lasted
only
a
second
.
"
Do
n't
dare
to
think
about
it
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
and
sat
down
again
smilingly
beside
"
Uncle
,
"
begging
him
to
play
something
more
.
