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"
Which
one
do
you
want
,
Ma'am
's
elle
?
"
said
he
,
screwing
up
his
eyes
and
smiling
.
Natásha
quietly
repeated
her
question
,
and
her
face
and
whole
manner
were
so
serious
,
though
she
was
still
holding
the
ends
of
her
handkerchief
,
that
the
major
ceased
smiling
and
after
some
reflection
--
as
if
considering
in
how
far
the
thing
was
possible
--
replied
in
the
affirmative
.
"
Oh
yes
,
why
not
?
They
may
,
"
he
said
.
With
a
slight
inclination
of
her
head
,
Natásha
stepped
back
quickly
to
Mávra
Kuzmínichna
,
who
stood
talking
compassionately
to
the
officer
.
"
They
may
.
He
says
they
may
!
"
whispered
Natásha
.
The
cart
in
which
the
officer
lay
was
turned
into
the
Rostóvs
'
yard
,
and
dozens
of
carts
with
wounded
men
began
at
the
invitation
of
the
townsfolk
to
turn
into
the
yards
and
to
draw
up
at
the
entrances
of
the
houses
in
Povarskáya
Street
.
Natásha
was
evidently
pleased
to
be
dealing
with
new
people
outside
the
ordinary
routine
of
her
life
.
She
and
Mávra
Kuzmínichna
tried
to
get
as
many
of
the
wounded
as
possible
into
their
yard
.
"
Your
Papa
must
be
told
,
though
,
"
said
Mávra
Kuzmínichna
.
"
Never
mind
,
never
mind
,
what
does
it
matter
?
For
one
day
we
can
move
into
the
drawing
room
.
They
can
have
all
our
half
of
the
house
.
"
"
There
now
,
young
lady
,
you
do
take
things
into
your
head
!
Even
if
we
put
them
into
the
wing
,
the
men
's
room
,
or
the
nurse
's
room
,
we
must
ask
permission
.
"
"
Well
,
I
'll
ask
.
"
