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Next
day
Prince
Andrew
called
at
a
few
houses
he
had
not
visited
before
,
and
among
them
at
the
Rostóvs
'
with
whom
he
had
renewed
acquaintance
at
the
ball
.
Apart
from
considerations
of
politeness
which
demanded
the
call
,
he
wanted
to
see
that
original
,
eager
girl
who
had
left
such
a
pleasant
impression
on
his
mind
,
in
her
own
home
.
Natásha
was
one
of
the
first
to
meet
him
.
She
was
wearing
a
dark-blue
house
dress
in
which
Prince
Andrew
thought
her
even
prettier
than
in
her
ball
dress
.
She
and
all
the
Rostóv
family
welcomed
him
as
an
old
friend
,
simply
and
cordially
.
The
whole
family
,
whom
he
had
formerly
judged
severely
,
now
seemed
to
him
to
consist
of
excellent
,
simple
,
and
kindly
people
.
The
old
count
's
hospitality
and
good
nature
,
which
struck
one
especially
in
Petersburg
as
a
pleasant
surprise
,
were
such
that
Prince
Andrew
could
not
refuse
to
stay
to
dinner
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
thought
,
"
they
are
capital
people
,
who
of
course
have
not
the
slightest
idea
what
a
treasure
they
possess
in
Natásha
;
but
they
are
kindly
folk
and
form
the
best
possible
setting
for
this
strikingly
poetic
,
charming
girl
,
overflowing
with
life
!
"
In
Natásha
Prince
Andrew
was
conscious
of
a
strange
world
completely
alien
to
him
and
brimful
of
joys
unknown
to
him
,
a
different
world
,
that
in
the
Otrádnoe
avenue
and
at
the
window
that
moonlight
night
had
already
begun
to
disconcert
him
.
Now
this
world
disconcerted
him
no
longer
and
was
no
longer
alien
to
him
,
but
he
himself
having
entered
it
found
in
it
a
new
enjoyment
.
After
dinner
Natásha
,
at
Prince
Andrew
's
request
,
went
to
the
clavichord
and
began
singing
.
Prince
Andrew
stood
by
a
window
talking
to
the
ladies
and
listened
to
her
.
In
the
midst
of
a
phrase
he
ceased
speaking
and
suddenly
felt
tears
choking
him
,
a
thing
he
had
thought
impossible
for
him
.
He
looked
at
Natásha
as
she
sang
,
and
something
new
and
joyful
stirred
in
his
soul
.
He
felt
happy
and
at
the
same
time
sad
.
He
had
absolutely
nothing
to
weep
about
yet
he
was
ready
to
weep
.
What
about
?
His
former
love
?
The
little
princess
?
His
disillusionments
?
...
His
hopes
for
the
future
?
...
Yes
and
no
.
The
chief
reason
was
a
sudden
,
vivid
sense
of
the
terrible
contrast
between
something
infinitely
great
and
illimitable
within
him
and
that
limited
and
material
something
that
he
,
and
even
she
,
was
.
This
contrast
weighed
on
and
yet
cheered
him
while
she
sang
.
As
soon
as
Natásha
had
finished
she
went
up
to
him
and
asked
how
he
liked
her
voice
.
She
asked
this
and
then
became
confused
,
feeling
that
she
ought
not
to
have
asked
it
.
He
smiled
,
looking
at
her
,
and
said
he
liked
her
singing
as
he
liked
everything
she
did
.
Prince
Andrew
left
the
Rostóvs
'
late
in
the
evening
.
He
went
to
bed
from
habit
,
but
soon
realized
that
he
could
not
sleep
.
Having
lit
his
candle
he
sat
up
in
bed
,
then
got
up
,
then
lay
down
again
not
at
all
troubled
by
his
sleeplessness
:
his
soul
was
as
fresh
and
joyful
as
if
he
had
stepped
out
of
a
stuffy
room
into
God
's
own
fresh
air
.
It
did
not
enter
his
head
that
he
was
in
love
with
Natásha
;
he
was
not
thinking
about
her
,
but
only
picturing
her
to
himself
,
and
in
consequence
all
life
appeared
in
a
new
light
"
Why
do
I
strive
,
why
do
I
toil
in
this
narrow
,
confined
frame
,
when
life
,
all
life
with
all
its
joys
,
is
open
to
me
?
"
said
he
to
himself
.
And
for
the
first
time
for
a
very
long
while
he
began
making
happy
plans
for
the
future
.
He
decided
that
he
must
attend
to
his
son
's
education
by
finding
a
tutor
and
putting
the
boy
in
his
charge
,
then
he
ought
to
retire
from
the
service
and
go
abroad
,
and
see
England
,
Switzerland
and
Italy
.
"
I
must
use
my
freedom
while
I
feel
so
much
strength
and
youth
in
me
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
Pierre
was
right
when
he
said
one
must
believe
in
the
possibility
of
happiness
in
order
to
be
happy
,
and
now
I
do
believe
in
it
.
Let
the
dead
bury
their
dead
,
but
while
one
has
life
one
must
live
and
be
happy
!
"
thought
he
.
One
morning
Colonel
Berg
,
whom
Pierre
knew
as
he
knew
everybody
in
Moscow
and
Petersburg
,
came
to
see
him
.
Berg
arrived
in
an
immaculate
brand-new
uniform
,
with
his
hair
pomaded
and
brushed
forward
over
his
temples
as
the
Emperor
Alexander
wore
his
hair
.
"
I
have
just
been
to
see
the
countess
,
your
wife
.
Unfortunately
she
could
not
grant
my
request
,
but
I
hope
,
Count
,
I
shall
be
more
fortunate
with
you
,
"
he
said
with
a
smile
.
