-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Война и мир
-
- Стр. 82/1273
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
had
not
finished
the
last
verse
before
the
young
people
began
to
get
ready
to
dance
in
the
large
hall
,
and
the
sound
of
the
feet
and
the
coughing
of
the
musicians
were
heard
from
the
gallery
.
Pierre
was
sitting
in
the
drawing
room
where
Shinshín
had
engaged
him
,
as
a
man
recently
returned
from
abroad
,
in
a
political
conversation
in
which
several
others
joined
but
which
bored
Pierre
.
When
the
music
began
Natásha
came
in
and
walking
straight
up
to
Pierre
said
,
laughing
and
blushing
:
"
Mamma
told
me
to
ask
you
to
join
the
dancers
.
"
"
I
am
afraid
of
mixing
the
figures
,
"
Pierre
replied
;
"
but
if
you
will
be
my
teacher
...
"
And
lowering
his
big
arm
he
offered
it
to
the
slender
little
girl
.
While
the
couples
were
arranging
themselves
and
the
musicians
tuning
up
,
Pierre
sat
down
with
his
little
partner
.
Natásha
was
perfectly
happy
;
she
was
dancing
with
a
grown-up
man
,
who
had
been
abroad
.
She
was
sitting
in
a
conspicuous
place
and
talking
to
him
like
a
grown-up
lady
.
She
had
a
fan
in
her
hand
that
one
of
the
ladies
had
given
her
to
hold
.
Assuming
quite
the
pose
of
a
society
woman
(
heaven
knows
when
and
where
she
had
learned
it
)
she
talked
with
her
partner
,
fanning
herself
and
smiling
over
the
fan
.
"
Dear
,
dear
!
Just
look
at
her
!
"
exclaimed
the
countess
as
she
crossed
the
ballroom
,
pointing
to
Natásha
.
Natásha
blushed
and
laughed
.
"
Well
,
really
,
Mamma
!
Why
should
you
?
What
is
there
to
be
surprised
at
?
"
In
the
midst
of
the
third
écossaise
there
was
a
clatter
of
chairs
being
pushed
back
in
the
sitting
room
where
the
count
and
Márya
Dmítrievna
had
been
playing
cards
with
the
majority
of
the
more
distinguished
and
older
visitors
.
They
now
,
stretching
themselves
after
sitting
so
long
,
and
replacing
their
purses
and
pocketbooks
,
entered
the
ballroom
.
First
came
Márya
Dmítrievna
and
the
count
,
both
with
merry
countenances
.
The
count
,
with
playful
ceremony
somewhat
in
ballet
style
,
offered
his
bent
arm
to
Márya
Dmítrievna
.
He
drew
himself
up
,
a
smile
of
debonair
gallantry
lit
up
his
face
and
as
soon
as
the
last
figure
of
the
écossaise
was
ended
,
he
clapped
his
hands
to
the
musicians
and
shouted
up
to
their
gallery
,
addressing
the
first
violin
:
"
Semën
!
Do
you
know
the
Daniel
Cooper
?
"
