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"
But
here
was
a
fairy
forest
with
black
moving
shadows
,
and
a
glitter
of
diamonds
and
a
flight
of
marble
steps
and
the
silver
roofs
of
fairy
buildings
and
the
shrill
yells
of
some
animals
.
And
if
this
is
really
Melyukóvka
,
it
is
still
stranger
that
we
drove
heaven
knows
where
and
have
come
to
Melyukóvka
,
"
thought
Nicholas
.
It
really
was
Melyukóvka
,
and
maids
and
footmen
with
merry
faces
came
running
,
out
to
the
porch
carrying
candles
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
asked
someone
in
the
porch
.
"
The
mummers
from
the
count
's
.
I
know
by
the
horses
,
"
replied
some
voices
.
Pelagéya
Danílovna
Melyukóva
,
a
broadly
built
,
energetic
woman
wearing
spectacles
,
sat
in
the
drawing
room
in
a
loose
dress
,
surrounded
by
her
daughters
whom
she
was
trying
to
keep
from
feeling
dull
.
They
were
quietly
dropping
melted
wax
into
snow
and
looking
at
the
shadows
the
wax
figures
would
throw
on
the
wall
,
when
they
heard
the
steps
and
voices
of
new
arrivals
in
the
vestibule
.
Hussars
,
ladies
,
witches
,
clowns
,
and
bears
,
after
clearing
their
throats
and
wiping
the
hoarfrost
from
their
faces
in
the
vestibule
,
came
into
the
ballroom
where
candles
were
hurriedly
lighted
.
The
clown
--
Dimmler
--
and
the
lady
--
Nicholas
--
started
a
dance
.
Surrounded
by
the
screaming
children
the
mummers
,
covering
their
faces
and
disguising
their
voices
,
bowed
to
their
hostess
and
arranged
themselves
about
the
room
.
"
Dear
me
!
there
's
no
recognizing
them
!
And
Natásha
!
See
whom
she
looks
like
!
She
really
reminds
me
of
somebody
.
But
Herr
Dimmler
--
is
n't
he
good
!
I
did
n't
know
him
!
And
how
he
dances
.
Dear
me
,
there
's
a
Circassian
.
Really
,
how
becoming
it
is
to
dear
Sónya
.
And
who
is
that
?
Well
,
you
have
cheered
us
up
!
Nikíta
and
Vanya
--
clear
away
the
tables
!
And
we
were
sitting
so
quietly
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
...
The
hussar
,
the
hussar
!
Just
like
a
boy
!
And
the
legs
!
...
I
ca
n't
look
at
him
...
"
different
voices
were
saying
.
Natásha
,
the
young
Melyukóvs
'
favorite
,
disappeared
with
them
into
the
back
rooms
where
a
cork
and
various
dressing
gowns
and
male
garments
were
called
for
and
received
from
the
footman
by
bare
girlish
arms
from
behind
the
door
.
Ten
minutes
later
,
all
the
young
Melyukóvs
joined
the
mummers
.
Pelagéya
Danílovna
,
having
given
orders
to
clear
the
rooms
for
the
visitors
and
arranged
about
refreshments
for
the
gentry
and
the
serfs
,
went
about
among
the
mummers
without
removing
her
spectacles
,
peering
into
their
faces
with
a
suppressed
smile
and
failing
to
recognize
any
of
them
.
It
was
not
merely
Dimmler
and
the
Rostóvs
she
failed
to
recognize
,
she
did
not
even
recognize
her
own
daughters
,
or
her
late
husband
's
,
dressing
gowns
and
uniforms
,
which
they
had
put
on
.
"
And
who
is
this
?
"
she
asked
her
governess
,
peering
into
the
face
of
her
own
daughter
dressed
up
as
a
Kazán-Tartar
.
"
I
suppose
it
is
one
of
the
Rostóvs
!
Well
,
Mr.
Hussar
,
and
what
regiment
do
you
serve
in
?
"
she
asked
Natásha
.
"
Here
,
hand
some
fruit
jelly
to
the
Turk
!
"
she
ordered
the
butler
who
was
handing
things
round
.
"
That
's
not
forbidden
by
his
law
.
"
