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After
reaching
home
Natásha
did
not
sleep
all
night
.
She
was
tormented
by
the
insoluble
question
whether
she
loved
Anatole
or
Prince
Andrew
.
She
loved
Prince
Andrew
--
she
remembered
distinctly
how
deeply
she
loved
him
.
But
she
also
loved
Anatole
,
of
that
there
was
no
doubt
.
"
Else
how
could
all
this
have
happened
?
"
thought
she
"
If
,
after
that
,
I
could
return
his
smile
when
saying
good-by
,
if
I
was
able
to
let
it
come
to
that
,
it
means
that
I
loved
him
from
the
first
.
It
means
that
he
is
kind
,
noble
,
and
splendid
,
and
I
could
not
help
loving
him
.
What
am
I
to
do
if
I
love
him
and
the
other
one
too
?
"
she
asked
herself
,
unable
to
find
an
answer
to
these
terrible
questions
.
Morning
came
with
its
cares
and
bustle
.
Everyone
got
up
and
began
to
move
about
and
talk
,
dressmakers
came
again
.
Márya
Dmítrievna
appeared
,
and
they
were
called
to
breakfast
.
Natásha
kept
looking
uneasily
at
everybody
with
wide-open
eyes
,
as
if
wishing
to
intercept
every
glance
directed
toward
her
,
and
tried
to
appear
the
same
as
usual
.
After
breakfast
,
which
was
her
best
time
,
Márya
Dmítrievna
sat
down
in
her
armchair
and
called
Natásha
and
the
count
to
her
.
"
Well
,
friends
,
I
have
now
thought
the
whole
matter
over
and
this
is
my
advice
,
"
she
began
.
"
Yesterday
,
as
you
know
,
I
went
to
see
Prince
Bolkónski
.
Well
,
I
had
a
talk
with
him
...
He
took
it
into
his
head
to
begin
shouting
,
but
I
am
not
one
to
be
shouted
down
.
I
said
what
I
had
to
say
!
"
"
Well
,
and
he
?
"
asked
the
count
.
"
He
?
He
's
crazy
...
he
did
not
want
to
listen
.
But
what
's
the
use
of
talking
?
As
it
is
we
have
worn
the
poor
girl
out
,
"
said
Márya
Dmítrievna
.
"
My
advice
to
you
is
finish
your
business
and
go
back
home
to
Otrádnoe
...
and
wait
there
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
exclaimed
Natásha
.
"
Yes
,
go
back
,
"
said
Márya
Dmítrievna
,
"
and
wait
there
.
If
your
betrothed
comes
here
now
--
there
will
be
no
avoiding
a
quarrel
;
but
alone
with
the
old
man
he
will
talk
things
over
and
then
come
on
to
you
.
"
Count
Rostóv
approved
of
this
suggestion
,
appreciating
its
reasonableness
.
If
the
old
man
came
round
it
would
be
all
the
better
to
visit
him
in
Moscow
or
at
Bald
Hills
later
on
;
and
if
not
,
the
wedding
,
against
his
wishes
,
could
only
be
arranged
at
Otrádnoe
.
