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Sónya
entered
the
room
with
an
agitated
face
.
"
Natásha
is
not
quite
well
;
she
's
in
her
room
and
would
like
to
see
you
.
Márya
Dmítrievna
is
with
her
and
she
too
asks
you
to
come
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
are
a
great
friend
of
Bolkónski
's
,
no
doubt
she
wants
to
send
him
a
message
,
"
said
the
count
"
Oh
dear
!
Oh
dear
!
How
happy
it
all
was
!
"
And
clutching
the
spare
gray
locks
on
his
temples
the
count
left
the
room
.
When
Márya
Dmítrievna
told
Natásha
that
Anatole
was
married
,
Natásha
did
not
wish
to
believe
it
and
insisted
on
having
it
confirmed
by
Pierre
himself
.
Sónya
told
Pierre
this
as
she
led
him
along
the
corridor
to
Natásha
's
room
.
Natásha
,
pale
and
stern
,
was
sitting
beside
Márya
Dmítrievna
,
and
her
eyes
,
glittering
feverishly
,
met
Pierre
with
a
questioning
look
the
moment
he
entered
.
She
did
not
smile
or
nod
,
but
only
gazed
fixedly
at
him
,
and
her
look
asked
only
one
thing
:
was
he
a
friend
,
or
like
the
others
an
enemy
in
regard
to
Anatole
?
As
for
Pierre
,
he
evidently
did
not
exist
for
her
.
"
He
knows
all
about
it
,
"
said
Márya
Dmítrievna
pointing
to
Pierre
and
addressing
Natásha
.
"
Let
him
tell
you
whether
I
have
told
the
truth
.
"
Natásha
looked
from
one
to
the
other
as
a
hunted
and
wounded
animal
looks
at
the
approaching
dogs
and
sportsmen
.
"
Natálya
Ilyníchna
,
"
Pierre
began
,
dropping
his
eyes
with
a
feeling
of
pity
for
her
and
loathing
for
the
thing
he
had
to
do
,
"
whether
it
is
true
or
not
should
make
no
difference
to
you
,
because
...
"
