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"
No
,
but
listen
,
"
she
said
,
"
now
you
are
quite
a
man
,
are
n't
you
?
I
'm
awfully
glad
you
're
my
brother
.
"
She
touched
his
mustache
.
"
I
want
to
know
what
you
men
are
like
.
Are
you
the
same
as
we
?
No
?
"
"
Why
did
Sónya
run
away
?
"
asked
Rostóv
.
"
Ah
,
yes
!
That
's
a
whole
long
story
!
How
are
you
going
to
speak
to
her
--
thou
or
you
?
"
"
As
may
happen
,
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
No
,
call
her
you
,
please
!
I
'll
tell
you
all
about
it
some
other
time
.
No
,
I
'll
tell
you
now
.
You
know
Sónya
's
my
dearest
friend
.
Such
a
friend
that
I
burned
my
arm
for
her
sake
.
Look
here
!
"
She
pulled
up
her
muslin
sleeve
and
showed
him
a
red
scar
on
her
long
,
slender
,
delicate
arm
,
high
above
the
elbow
on
that
part
that
is
covered
even
by
a
ball
dress
.
"
I
burned
this
to
prove
my
love
for
her
.
I
just
heated
a
ruler
in
the
fire
and
pressed
it
there
!
"
Sitting
on
the
sofa
with
the
little
cushions
on
its
arms
,
in
what
used
to
be
his
old
schoolroom
,
and
looking
into
Natásha
's
wildly
bright
eyes
,
Rostóv
re-entered
that
world
of
home
and
childhood
which
had
no
meaning
for
anyone
else
,
but
gave
him
some
of
the
best
joys
of
his
life
;
and
the
burning
of
an
arm
with
a
ruler
as
a
proof
of
love
did
not
seem
to
him
senseless
,
he
understood
and
was
not
surprised
at
it
.
"
Well
,
and
is
that
all
?
"
he
asked
.
"
We
are
such
friends
,
such
friends
!
All
that
ruler
business
was
just
nonsense
,
but
we
are
friends
forever
.
She
,
if
she
loves
anyone
,
does
it
for
life
,
but
I
do
n't
understand
that
,
I
forget
quickly
.
"
