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Natásha
kissed
her
on
the
hair
.
Sónya
sat
up
.
The
little
kitten
brightened
,
its
eyes
shone
,
and
it
seemed
ready
to
lift
its
tail
,
jump
down
on
its
soft
paws
,
and
begin
playing
with
the
ball
of
worsted
as
a
kitten
should
.
"
Do
you
think
so
?
...
Really
?
Truly
?
"
she
said
,
quickly
smoothing
her
frock
and
hair
.
"
Really
,
truly
!
"
answered
Natásha
,
pushing
in
a
crisp
lock
that
had
strayed
from
under
her
friend
's
plaits
.
Both
laughed
.
"
Well
,
let
's
go
and
sing
'
The
Brook
.
"'
"
Come
along
!
"
"
Do
you
know
,
that
fat
Pierre
who
sat
opposite
me
is
so
funny
!
"
said
Natásha
,
stopping
suddenly
.
"
I
feel
so
happy
!
"
And
she
set
off
at
a
run
along
the
passage
.
Sónya
,
shaking
off
some
down
which
clung
to
her
and
tucking
away
the
verses
in
the
bosom
of
her
dress
close
to
her
bony
little
chest
,
ran
after
Natásha
down
the
passage
into
the
sitting
room
with
flushed
face
and
light
,
joyous
steps
.
At
the
visitors
'
request
the
young
people
sang
the
quartette
,
"
The
Brook
,
"
with
which
everyone
was
delighted
.
Then
Nicholas
sang
a
song
he
had
just
learned
:
