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Natásha
fell
in
love
the
very
moment
she
entered
the
ballroom
.
She
was
not
in
love
with
anyone
in
particular
,
but
with
everyone
.
Whatever
person
she
happened
to
look
at
she
was
in
love
with
for
that
moment
.
"
Oh
,
how
delightful
it
is
!
"
she
kept
saying
,
running
up
to
Sónya
.
Nicholas
and
Denísov
were
walking
up
and
down
,
looking
with
kindly
patronage
at
the
dancers
.
"
How
sweet
she
is
--
she
will
be
a
weal
beauty
!
"
said
Denísov
.
"
Who
?
"
"
Countess
Natásha
,
"
answered
Denísov
.
"
And
how
she
dances
!
What
gwace
!
"
he
said
again
after
a
pause
.
"
Who
are
you
talking
about
?
"
"
About
your
sister
,
"
ejaculated
Denísov
testily
.
Rostóv
smiled
.
