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"
Splendid
!
Excellent
!
"
exclaimed
Natásha
.
"
Another
verse
,
"
she
said
,
without
noticing
Nicholas
.
"
Everything
's
still
the
same
with
them
,
"
thought
Nicholas
,
glancing
into
the
drawing
room
,
where
he
saw
Véra
and
his
mother
with
the
old
lady
.
"
Ah
,
and
here
's
Nicholas
!
"
cried
Natásha
,
running
up
to
him
.
"
Is
Papa
at
home
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
am
so
glad
you
've
come
!
"
said
Natásha
,
without
answering
him
.
"
We
are
enjoying
ourselves
!
Vasíli
Dmítrich
is
staying
a
day
longer
for
my
sake
!
Did
you
know
?
"
"
No
,
Papa
is
not
back
yet
,
"
said
Sónya
.
"
Nicholas
,
have
you
come
?
Come
here
,
dear
!
"
called
the
old
countess
from
the
drawing
room
.
Nicholas
went
to
her
,
kissed
her
hand
,
and
sitting
down
silently
at
her
table
began
to
watch
her
hands
arranging
the
cards
.
From
the
dancing
room
,
they
still
heard
the
laughter
and
merry
voices
trying
to
persuade
Natásha
to
sing
.
"
All
wight
!
All
wight
!
"
shouted
Denísov
.
"
It
's
no
good
making
excuses
now
!
It
's
your
turn
to
sing
the
ba
'
cawolla
--
I
entweat
you
!
"
The
countess
glanced
at
her
silent
son
.
