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"
What
rubbish
you
're
talking
!
"
said
the
countess
.
Natásha
continued
:
"
Do
n't
you
really
understand
?
Nicholas
would
understand
...
Bezúkhov
,
now
,
is
blue
,
dark-blue
and
red
,
and
he
is
square
.
"
"
You
flirt
with
him
too
,
"
said
the
countess
,
laughing
.
"
No
,
he
is
a
Freemason
,
I
have
found
out
.
He
is
fine
,
dark-blue
and
red
...
How
can
I
explain
it
to
you
?
"
"
Little
countess
!
"
the
count
's
voice
called
from
behind
the
door
"
You
're
not
asleep
?
"
Natásha
jumped
up
,
snatched
up
her
slippers
,
and
ran
barefoot
to
her
own
room
.
It
was
a
long
time
before
she
could
sleep
.
She
kept
thinking
that
no
one
could
understand
all
that
she
understood
and
all
there
was
in
her
.
"
Sónya
?
"
she
thought
,
glancing
at
that
curled-up
,
sleeping
little
kitten
with
her
enormous
plait
of
hair
.
"
No
,
how
could
she
?
She
's
virtuous
.
She
fell
in
love
with
Nicholas
and
does
not
wish
to
know
anything
more
.
Even
Mamma
does
not
understand
.
It
is
wonderful
how
clever
I
am
and
how
...
charming
she
is
,
"
she
went
on
,
speaking
of
herself
in
the
third
person
,
and
imagining
it
was
some
very
wise
man
--
the
wisest
and
best
of
men
--
who
was
saying
it
of
her
.
"
There
is
everything
,
everything
in
her
,
"
continued
this
man
.
"
She
is
unusually
intelligent
,
charming
...
and
then
she
is
pretty
,
uncommonly
pretty
,
and
agile
--
she
swims
and
rides
splendidly
...
and
her
voice
!
One
can
really
say
it
's
a
wonderful
voice
!
"
She
hummed
a
scrap
from
her
favorite
opera
by
Cherubini
,
threw
herself
on
her
bed
,
laughed
at
the
pleasant
thought
that
she
would
immediately
fall
asleep
,
called
Dunyásha
the
maid
to
put
out
the
candle
,
and
before
Dunyásha
had
left
the
room
had
already
passed
into
yet
another
happier
world
of
dreams
,
where
everything
was
as
light
and
beautiful
as
in
reality
,
and
even
more
so
because
it
was
different
.
Next
day
the
countess
called
Borís
aside
and
had
a
talk
with
him
,
after
which
he
ceased
coming
to
the
Rostóvs
'
.
