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"
Dear
count
,
you
must
let
me
look
after
your
daughters
!
Though
I
am
not
staying
here
long
this
time
--
nor
are
you
--
I
will
try
to
amuse
them
.
I
have
already
heard
much
of
you
in
Petersburg
and
wanted
to
get
to
know
you
,
"
said
she
to
Natásha
with
her
stereotyped
and
lovely
smile
.
"
I
had
heard
about
you
from
my
page
,
Drubetskóy
.
Have
you
heard
he
is
getting
married
?
And
also
from
my
husband
's
friend
Bolkónski
,
Prince
Andrew
Bolkónski
,
"
she
went
on
with
special
emphasis
,
implying
that
she
knew
of
his
relation
to
Natásha
.
To
get
better
acquainted
she
asked
that
one
of
the
young
ladies
should
come
into
her
box
for
the
rest
of
the
performance
,
and
Natásha
moved
over
to
it
.
The
scene
of
the
third
act
represented
a
palace
in
which
many
candles
were
burning
and
pictures
of
knights
with
short
beards
hung
on
the
walls
.
In
the
middle
stood
what
were
probably
a
king
and
a
queen
.
The
king
waved
his
right
arm
and
,
evidently
nervous
,
sang
something
badly
and
sat
down
on
a
crimson
throne
.
The
maiden
who
had
been
first
in
white
and
then
in
light
blue
,
now
wore
only
a
smock
,
and
stood
beside
the
throne
with
her
hair
down
.
She
sang
something
mournfully
,
addressing
the
queen
,
but
the
king
waved
his
arm
severely
,
and
men
and
women
with
bare
legs
came
in
from
both
sides
and
began
dancing
all
together
.
Then
the
violins
played
very
shrilly
and
merrily
and
one
of
the
women
with
thick
bare
legs
and
thin
arms
,
separating
from
the
others
,
went
behind
the
wings
,
adjusted
her
bodice
,
returned
to
the
middle
of
the
stage
,
and
began
jumping
and
striking
one
foot
rapidly
against
the
other
.
In
the
stalls
everyone
clapped
and
shouted
"
bravo
!
"
Then
one
of
the
men
went
into
a
corner
of
the
stage
.
The
cymbals
and
horns
in
the
orchestra
struck
up
more
loudly
,
and
this
man
with
bare
legs
jumped
very
high
and
waved
his
feet
about
very
rapidly
.
(
He
was
Duport
,
who
received
sixty
thousand
rubles
a
year
for
this
art
.
)
Everybody
in
the
stalls
,
boxes
,
and
galleries
began
clapping
and
shouting
with
all
their
might
,
and
the
man
stopped
and
began
smiling
and
bowing
to
all
sides
.
Then
other
men
and
women
danced
with
bare
legs
.
Then
the
king
again
shouted
to
the
sound
of
music
,
and
they
all
began
singing
But
suddenly
a
storm
came
on
,
chromatic
scales
and
diminished
sevenths
were
heard
in
the
orchestra
,
everyone
ran
off
,
again
dragging
one
of
their
number
away
,
and
the
curtain
dropped
.
Once
more
there
was
a
terrible
noise
and
clatter
among
the
audience
,
and
with
rapturous
faces
everyone
began
shouting
:
"
Duport
!
Duport
!
Duport
!
"
Natásha
no
longer
thought
this
strange
.
She
looked
about
with
pleasure
,
smiling
joyfully
.
"
Is
n't
Duport
delightful
?
"
Hélène
asked
her
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
replied
Natásha
.
During
the
entr
'
acte
a
whiff
of
cold
air
came
into
Hélène
's
box
,
the
door
opened
,
and
Anatole
entered
,
stooping
and
trying
not
to
brush
against
anyone
.
"
Let
me
introduce
my
brother
to
you
,
"
said
Hélène
,
her
eyes
shifting
uneasily
from
Natásha
to
Anatole
.
Natásha
turned
her
pretty
little
head
toward
the
elegant
young
officer
and
smiled
at
him
over
her
bare
shoulder
.
Anatole
,
who
was
as
handsome
at
close
quarters
as
at
a
distance
,
sat
down
beside
her
and
told
her
he
had
long
wished
to
have
this
happiness
--
ever
since
the
Narýshkins
'
ball
in
fact
,
at
which
he
had
had
the
well-remembered
pleasure
of
seeing
her
.
Kurágin
was
much
more
sensible
and
simple
with
women
than
among
men
.
He
talked
boldly
and
naturally
,
and
Natásha
was
strangely
and
agreeably
struck
by
the
fact
that
there
was
nothing
formidable
in
this
man
about
whom
there
was
so
much
talk
,
but
that
on
the
contrary
his
smile
was
most
naïve
,
cheerful
,
and
good-natured
.
Kurágin
asked
her
opinion
of
the
performance
and
told
her
how
at
a
previous
performance
Semënova
had
fallen
down
on
the
stage
.
"
And
do
you
know
,
Countess
,
"
he
said
,
suddenly
addressing
her
as
an
old
,
familiar
acquaintance
,
"
we
are
getting
up
a
costume
tournament
;
you
ought
to
take
part
in
it
!
It
will
be
great
fun
.
We
shall
all
meet
at
the
Karágins
'
!
Please
come
!
No
!
Really
,
eh
?
"
said
he
.
