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After
her
life
in
the
country
,
and
in
her
present
serious
mood
,
all
this
seemed
grotesque
and
amazing
to
Natásha
.
She
could
not
follow
the
opera
nor
even
listen
to
the
music
;
she
saw
only
the
painted
cardboard
and
the
queerly
dressed
men
and
women
who
moved
,
spoke
,
and
sang
so
strangely
in
that
brilliant
light
.
She
knew
what
it
was
all
meant
to
represent
,
but
it
was
so
pretentiously
false
and
unnatural
that
she
first
felt
ashamed
for
the
actors
and
then
amused
at
them
.
She
looked
at
the
faces
of
the
audience
,
seeking
in
them
the
same
sense
of
ridicule
and
perplexity
she
herself
experienced
,
but
they
all
seemed
attentive
to
what
was
happening
on
the
stage
,
and
expressed
delight
which
to
Natásha
seemed
feigned
.
"
I
suppose
it
has
to
be
like
this
!
"
she
thought
.
She
kept
looking
round
in
turn
at
the
rows
of
pomaded
heads
in
the
stalls
and
then
at
the
seminude
women
in
the
boxes
,
especially
at
Hélène
in
the
next
box
,
who
--
apparently
quite
unclothed
--
sat
with
a
quiet
tranquil
smile
,
not
taking
her
eyes
off
the
stage
.
And
feeling
the
bright
light
that
flooded
the
whole
place
and
the
warm
air
heated
by
the
crowd
,
Natásha
little
by
little
began
to
pass
into
a
state
of
intoxication
she
had
not
experienced
for
a
long
while
.
She
did
not
realize
who
and
where
she
was
,
nor
what
was
going
on
before
her
.
As
she
looked
and
thought
,
the
strangest
fancies
unexpectedly
and
disconnectedly
passed
through
her
mind
:
the
idea
occurred
to
her
of
jumping
onto
the
edge
of
the
box
and
singing
the
aria
the
actress
was
singing
,
then
she
wished
to
touch
with
her
fan
an
old
gentleman
sitting
not
far
from
her
,
then
to
lean
over
to
Hélène
and
tickle
her
.
At
a
moment
when
all
was
quiet
before
the
commencement
of
a
song
,
a
door
leading
to
the
stalls
on
the
side
nearest
the
Rostóvs
'
box
creaked
,
and
the
steps
of
a
belated
arrival
were
heard
.
"
There
's
Kurágin
!
"
whispered
Shinshín
.
Countess
Bezúkhova
turned
smiling
to
the
newcomer
,
and
Natásha
,
following
the
direction
of
that
look
,
saw
an
exceptionally
handsome
adjutant
approaching
their
box
with
a
self-assured
yet
courteous
bearing
.
This
was
Anatole
Kurágin
whom
she
had
seen
and
noticed
long
ago
at
the
ball
in
Petersburg
.
He
was
now
in
an
adjutant
's
uniform
with
one
epaulet
and
a
shoulder
knot
.
He
moved
with
a
restrained
swagger
which
would
have
been
ridiculous
had
he
not
been
so
good-looking
and
had
his
handsome
face
not
worn
such
an
expression
of
good-humored
complacency
and
gaiety
.
Though
the
performance
was
proceeding
,
he
walked
deliberately
down
the
carpeted
gangway
,
his
sword
and
spurs
slightly
jingling
and
his
handsome
perfumed
head
held
high
.
Having
looked
at
Natásha
he
approached
his
sister
,
laid
his
well
gloved
hand
on
the
edge
of
her
box
,
nodded
to
her
,
and
leaning
forward
asked
a
question
,
with
a
motion
toward
Natásha
.
"
Mais
charmante
!
"
said
he
,
evidently
referring
to
Natásha
,
who
did
not
exactly
hear
his
words
but
understood
them
from
the
movement
of
his
lips
.
Then
he
took
his
place
in
the
first
row
of
the
stalls
and
sat
down
beside
Dólokhov
,
nudging
with
his
elbow
in
a
friendly
and
offhand
way
that
Dólokhov
whom
others
treated
so
fawningly
.
He
winked
at
him
gaily
,
smiled
,
and
rested
his
foot
against
the
orchestra
screen
.
"
How
like
the
brother
is
to
the
sister
,
"
remarked
the
count
.
"
And
how
handsome
they
both
are
!
"
Shinshín
,
lowering
his
voice
,
began
to
tell
the
count
of
some
intrigue
of
Kurágin
's
in
Moscow
,
and
Natásha
tried
to
overhear
it
just
because
he
had
said
she
was
"
charmante
.
"
The
first
act
was
over
.
In
the
stalls
everyone
began
moving
about
,
going
out
and
coming
in
.
Borís
came
to
the
Rostóvs
'
box
,
received
their
congratulations
very
simply
,
and
raising
his
eyebrows
with
an
absent-minded
smile
conveyed
to
Natásha
and
Sónya
his
fiancée
's
invitation
to
her
wedding
,
and
went
away
.
Natásha
with
a
gay
,
coquettish
smile
talked
to
him
,
and
congratulated
on
his
approaching
wedding
that
same
Borís
with
whom
she
had
formerly
been
in
love
.
In
the
state
of
intoxication
she
was
in
,
everything
seemed
simple
and
natural
.
The
scantily
clad
Hélène
smiled
at
everyone
in
the
same
way
,
and
Natásha
gave
Borís
a
similar
smile
.
