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Everything
essential
had
already
been
done
;
feet
,
hands
,
necks
,
and
ears
washed
,
perfumed
,
and
powdered
,
as
befits
a
ball
;
the
openwork
silk
stockings
and
white
satin
shoes
with
ribbons
were
already
on
;
the
hairdressing
was
almost
done
.
Sónya
was
finishing
dressing
and
so
was
the
countess
,
but
Natásha
,
who
had
bustled
about
helping
them
all
,
was
behindhand
.
She
was
still
sitting
before
a
looking-glass
with
a
dressing
jacket
thrown
over
her
slender
shoulders
.
Sónya
stood
ready
dressed
in
the
middle
of
the
room
and
,
pressing
the
head
of
a
pin
till
it
hurt
her
dainty
finger
,
was
fixing
on
a
last
ribbon
that
squeaked
as
the
pin
went
through
it
.
"
That
's
not
the
way
,
that
's
not
the
way
,
Sónya
!
"
cried
Natásha
turning
her
head
and
clutching
with
both
hands
at
her
hair
which
the
maid
who
was
dressing
it
had
not
time
to
release
.
"
That
bow
is
not
right
.
Come
here
!
"
Sónya
sat
down
and
Natásha
pinned
the
ribbon
on
differently
.
"
Allow
me
,
Miss
!
I
ca
n't
do
it
like
that
,
"
said
the
maid
who
was
holding
Natásha
's
hair
.
"
Oh
,
dear
!
Well
then
,
wait
.
That
's
right
,
Sónya
.
"
"
Are
n't
you
ready
?
It
is
nearly
ten
,
"
came
the
countess
'
voice
.
"
Directly
!
Directly
!
And
you
,
Mamma
?
"
"
I
have
only
my
cap
to
pin
on
.
"
"
Do
n't
do
it
without
me
!
"
called
Natásha
.
"
You
wo
n't
do
it
right
.
"
"
But
it
's
already
ten
.
"
