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The
band
again
struck
up
,
the
count
and
countess
kissed
,
and
the
guests
,
leaving
their
seats
,
went
up
to
"
congratulate
"
the
countess
,
and
reached
across
the
table
to
clink
glasses
with
the
count
,
with
the
children
,
and
with
one
another
.
Again
the
footmen
rushed
about
,
chairs
scraped
,
and
in
the
same
order
in
which
they
had
entered
but
with
redder
faces
,
the
guests
returned
to
the
drawing
room
and
to
the
count
's
study
.
The
card
tables
were
drawn
out
,
sets
made
up
for
boston
,
and
the
count
's
visitors
settled
themselves
,
some
in
the
two
drawing
rooms
,
some
in
the
sitting
room
,
some
in
the
library
.
The
count
,
holding
his
cards
fanwise
,
kept
himself
with
difficulty
from
dropping
into
his
usual
after-dinner
nap
,
and
laughed
at
everything
.
The
young
people
,
at
the
countess
'
instigation
,
gathered
round
the
clavichord
and
harp
.
Julie
by
general
request
played
first
.
After
she
had
played
a
little
air
with
variations
on
the
harp
,
she
joined
the
other
young
ladies
in
begging
Natásha
and
Nicholas
,
who
were
noted
for
their
musical
talent
,
to
sing
something
.
Natásha
,
who
was
treated
as
though
she
were
grown
up
,
was
evidently
very
proud
of
this
but
at
the
same
time
felt
shy
.
"
What
shall
we
sing
?
"
she
said
.
"'
The
Brook
,
"'
suggested
Nicholas
.
"
Well
,
then
,
let
's
be
quick
.
Borís
,
come
here
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
But
where
is
Sónya
?
"
She
looked
round
and
seeing
that
her
friend
was
not
in
the
room
ran
to
look
for
her
.
Running
into
Sónya
's
room
and
not
finding
her
there
,
Natásha
ran
to
the
nursery
,
but
Sónya
was
not
there
either
.
Natásha
concluded
that
she
must
be
on
the
chest
in
the
passage
.
The
chest
in
the
passage
was
the
place
of
mourning
for
the
younger
female
generation
in
the
Rostóv
household
.
And
there
in
fact
was
Sónya
lying
face
downward
on
Nurse
's
dirty
feather
bed
on
the
top
of
the
chest
,
crumpling
her
gauzy
pink
dress
under
her
,
hiding
her
face
with
her
slender
fingers
,
and
sobbing
so
convulsively
that
her
bare
little
shoulders
shook
.
Natásha
's
face
,
which
had
been
so
radiantly
happy
all
that
saint
's
day
,
suddenly
changed
:
her
eyes
became
fixed
,
and
then
a
shiver
passed
down
her
broad
neck
and
the
corners
of
her
mouth
drooped
.
"
Sónya
!
What
is
it
?
What
is
the
matter
?
...
Oo
...
Oo
...
Oo
...
!
"
And
Natásha
's
large
mouth
widened
,
making
her
look
quite
ugly
,
and
she
began
to
wail
like
a
baby
without
knowing
why
,
except
that
Sónya
was
crying
.
Sónya
tried
to
lift
her
head
to
answer
but
could
not
,
and
hid
her
face
still
deeper
in
the
bed
.
Natásha
wept
,
sitting
on
the
blue-striped
feather
bed
and
hugging
her
friend
.
With
an
effort
Sónya
sat
up
and
began
wiping
her
eyes
and
explaining
.
