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"
Uncle
"
played
another
song
and
a
valse
;
then
after
a
pause
he
cleared
his
throat
and
sang
his
favorite
hunting
song
:
As
'
twas
growing
dark
last
night
Fell
the
snow
so
soft
and
light
...
"
Uncle
"
sang
as
peasants
sing
,
with
full
and
naïve
conviction
that
the
whole
meaning
of
a
song
lies
in
the
words
and
that
the
tune
comes
of
itself
,
and
that
apart
from
the
words
there
is
no
tune
,
which
exists
only
to
give
measure
to
the
words
.
As
a
result
of
this
the
unconsidered
tune
,
like
the
song
of
a
bird
,
was
extraordinarily
good
.
Natásha
was
in
ecstasies
over
"
Uncle
's
"
singing
.
She
resolved
to
give
up
learning
the
harp
and
to
play
only
the
guitar
.
She
asked
"
Uncle
"
for
his
guitar
and
at
once
found
the
chords
of
the
song
.
After
nine
o'clock
two
traps
and
three
mounted
men
,
who
had
been
sent
to
look
for
them
,
arrived
to
fetch
Natásha
and
Pétya
.
The
count
and
countess
did
not
know
where
they
were
and
were
very
anxious
,
said
one
of
the
men
.
Pétya
was
carried
out
like
a
log
and
laid
in
the
larger
of
the
two
traps
.
Natásha
and
Nicholas
got
into
the
other
.
"
Uncle
"
wrapped
Natásha
up
warmly
and
took
leave
of
her
with
quite
a
new
tenderness
.
He
accompanied
them
on
foot
as
far
as
the
bridge
that
could
not
be
crossed
,
so
that
they
had
to
go
round
by
the
ford
,
and
he
sent
huntsmen
to
ride
in
front
with
lanterns
.
"
Good-by
,
dear
niece
,
"
his
voice
called
out
of
the
darkness
--
not
the
voice
Natásha
had
known
previously
,
but
the
one
that
had
sung
As
'
twas
growing
dark
last
night
.
In
the
village
through
which
they
passed
there
were
red
lights
and
a
cheerful
smell
of
smoke
.
"
What
a
darling
Uncle
is
!
"
said
Natásha
,
when
they
had
come
out
onto
the
highroad
.
