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"
Mamma
,
your
cap
,
more
to
this
side
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
I
'll
arrange
it
,
"
and
she
rushed
forward
so
that
the
maids
who
were
tacking
up
her
skirt
could
not
move
fast
enough
and
a
piece
of
gauze
was
torn
off
.
"
Oh
goodness
!
What
has
happened
?
Really
it
was
not
my
fault
!
"
"
Never
mind
,
I
'll
run
it
up
,
it
wo
n't
show
,
"
said
Dunyásha
.
"
What
a
beauty
--
a
very
queen
!
"
said
the
nurse
as
she
came
to
the
door
.
"
And
Sónya
!
They
are
lovely
!
"
At
a
quarter
past
ten
they
at
last
got
into
their
carriages
and
started
.
But
they
had
still
to
call
at
the
Taurida
Gardens
.
Perónskaya
was
quite
ready
.
In
spite
of
her
age
and
plainness
she
had
gone
through
the
same
process
as
the
Rostóvs
,
but
with
less
flurry
--
for
to
her
it
was
a
matter
of
routine
.
Her
ugly
old
body
was
washed
,
perfumed
,
and
powdered
in
just
the
same
way
.
She
had
washed
behind
her
ears
just
as
carefully
,
and
when
she
entered
her
drawing
room
in
her
yellow
dress
,
wearing
her
badge
as
maid
of
honor
,
her
old
lady
's
maid
was
as
full
of
rapturous
admiration
as
the
Rostóvs
'
servants
had
been
.
She
praised
the
Rostóvs
'
toilets
.
They
praised
her
taste
and
toilet
,
and
at
eleven
o'clock
,
careful
of
their
coiffures
and
dresses
,
they
settled
themselves
in
their
carriages
and
drove
off
.
Natásha
had
not
had
a
moment
free
since
early
morning
and
had
not
once
had
time
to
think
of
what
lay
before
her
.
In
the
damp
chill
air
and
crowded
closeness
of
the
swaying
carriage
,
she
for
the
first
time
vividly
imagined
what
was
in
store
for
her
there
at
the
ball
,
in
those
brightly
lighted
rooms
--
with
music
,
flowers
,
dances
,
the
Emperor
,
and
all
the
brilliant
young
people
of
Petersburg
.
The
prospect
was
so
splendid
that
she
hardly
believed
it
would
come
true
,
so
out
of
keeping
was
it
with
the
chill
darkness
and
closeness
of
the
carriage
.
She
understood
all
that
awaited
her
only
when
,
after
stepping
over
the
red
baize
at
the
entrance
,
she
entered
the
hall
,
took
off
her
fur
cloak
,
and
,
beside
Sónya
and
in
front
of
her
mother
,
mounted
the
brightly
illuminated
stairs
between
the
flowers
.
Only
then
did
she
remember
how
she
must
behave
at
a
ball
,
and
tried
to
assume
the
majestic
air
she
considered
indispensable
for
a
girl
on
such
an
occasion
.
But
,
fortunately
for
her
,
she
felt
her
eyes
growing
misty
,
she
saw
nothing
clearly
,
her
pulse
beat
a
hundred
to
the
minute
,
and
the
blood
throbbed
at
her
heart
.
She
could
not
assume
that
pose
,
which
would
have
made
her
ridiculous
,
and
she
moved
on
almost
fainting
from
excitement
and
trying
with
all
her
might
to
conceal
it
.
And
this
was
the
very
attitude
that
became
her
best
.
Before
and
behind
them
other
visitors
were
entering
,
also
talking
in
low
tones
and
wearing
ball
dresses
.
The
mirrors
on
the
landing
reflected
ladies
in
white
,
pale-blue
,
and
pink
dresses
,
with
diamonds
and
pearls
on
their
bare
necks
and
arms
.
Natásha
looked
in
the
mirrors
and
could
not
distinguish
her
reflection
from
the
others
.
All
was
blended
into
one
brilliant
procession
.
On
entering
the
ballroom
the
regular
hum
of
voices
,
footsteps
,
and
greetings
deafened
Natásha
,
and
the
light
and
glitter
dazzled
her
still
more
.
The
host
and
hostess
,
who
had
already
been
standing
at
the
door
for
half
an
hour
repeating
the
same
words
to
the
various
arrivals
,
"
Charmé
de
vous
voir
,
"
*
greeted
the
Rostóvs
and
Perónskaya
in
the
same
manner
.
