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Neither
her
father
,
nor
her
mother
,
nor
Sónya
,
nor
Prince
Andrew
himself
could
have
foreseen
how
the
separation
from
her
lover
would
act
on
Natásha
.
Flushed
and
agitated
she
went
about
the
house
all
that
day
,
dry-eyed
,
occupied
with
most
trivial
matters
as
if
not
understanding
what
awaited
her
.
She
did
not
even
cry
when
,
on
taking
leave
,
he
kissed
her
hand
for
the
last
time
.
"
Do
n't
go
!
"
she
said
in
a
tone
that
made
him
wonder
whether
he
really
ought
not
to
stay
and
which
he
remembered
long
afterwards
.
Nor
did
she
cry
when
he
was
gone
;
but
for
several
days
she
sat
in
her
room
dry-eyed
,
taking
no
interest
in
anything
and
only
saying
now
and
then
,
"
Oh
,
why
did
he
go
away
?
"
But
a
fortnight
after
his
departure
,
to
the
surprise
of
those
around
her
,
she
recovered
from
her
mental
sickness
just
as
suddenly
and
became
her
old
self
again
,
but
with
a
change
in
her
moral
physiognomy
,
as
a
child
gets
up
after
a
long
illness
with
a
changed
expression
of
face
.
During
that
year
after
his
son
's
departure
,
Prince
Nicholas
Bolkónski
's
health
and
temper
became
much
worse
.
He
grew
still
more
irritable
,
and
it
was
Princess
Mary
who
generally
bore
the
brunt
of
his
frequent
fits
of
unprovoked
anger
.
He
seemed
carefully
to
seek
out
her
tender
spots
so
as
to
torture
her
mentally
as
harshly
as
possible
.
Princess
Mary
had
two
passions
and
consequently
two
joys
--
her
nephew
,
little
Nicholas
,
and
religion
--
and
these
were
the
favorite
subjects
of
the
prince
's
attacks
and
ridicule
.
Whatever
was
spoken
of
he
would
bring
round
to
the
superstitiousness
of
old
maids
,
or
the
petting
and
spoiling
of
children
.
"
You
want
to
make
him
"
--
little
Nicholas
--
"
into
an
old
maid
like
yourself
!
A
pity
!
Prince
Andrew
wants
a
son
and
not
an
old
maid
,
"
he
would
say
.
Or
,
turning
to
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
he
would
ask
her
in
Princess
Mary
's
presence
how
she
liked
our
village
priests
and
icons
and
would
joke
about
them
.
He
continually
hurt
Princess
Mary
's
feelings
and
tormented
her
,
but
it
cost
her
no
effort
to
forgive
him
.
Could
he
be
to
blame
toward
her
,
or
could
her
father
,
whom
she
knew
loved
her
in
spite
of
it
all
,
be
unjust
?
And
what
is
justice
?
The
princess
never
thought
of
that
proud
word
"
justice
.
"
All
the
complex
laws
of
man
centered
for
her
in
one
clear
and
simple
law
--
the
law
of
love
and
self-sacrifice
taught
us
by
Him
who
lovingly
suffered
for
mankind
though
He
Himself
was
God
.
What
had
she
to
do
with
the
justice
or
injustice
of
other
people
?
She
had
to
endure
and
love
,
and
that
she
did
.
During
the
winter
Prince
Andrew
had
come
to
Bald
Hills
and
had
been
gay
,
gentle
,
and
more
affectionate
than
Princess
Mary
had
known
him
for
a
long
time
past
.
She
felt
that
something
had
happened
to
him
,
but
he
said
nothing
to
her
about
his
love
.
Before
he
left
he
had
a
long
talk
with
his
father
about
something
,
and
Princess
Mary
noticed
that
before
his
departure
they
were
dissatisfied
with
one
another
.
Soon
after
Prince
Andrew
had
gone
,
Princess
Mary
wrote
to
her
friend
Julie
Karágina
in
Petersburg
,
whom
she
had
dreamed
(
as
all
girls
dream
)
of
marrying
to
her
brother
,
and
who
was
at
that
time
in
mourning
for
her
own
brother
,
killed
in
Turkey
.
Sorrow
,
it
seems
,
is
our
common
lot
,
my
dear
,
tender
friend
Julie
.
Your
loss
is
so
terrible
that
I
can
only
explain
it
to
myself
as
a
special
providence
of
God
who
,
loving
you
,
wishes
to
try
you
and
your
excellent
mother
.
Oh
,
my
friend
!
Religion
,
and
religion
alone
,
can
--
I
will
not
say
comfort
us
--
but
save
us
from
despair
.
Religion
alone
can
explain
to
us
what
without
its
help
man
can
not
comprehend
:
why
,
for
what
cause
,
kind
and
noble
beings
able
to
find
happiness
in
life
--
not
merely
harming
no
one
but
necessary
to
the
happiness
of
others
--
are
called
away
to
God
,
while
cruel
,
useless
,
harmful
persons
,
or
such
as
are
a
burden
to
themselves
and
to
others
,
are
left
living
.
The
first
death
I
saw
,
and
one
I
shall
never
forget
--
that
of
my
dear
sister-in-law
--
left
that
impression
on
me
.
Just
as
you
ask
destiny
why
your
splendid
brother
had
to
die
,
so
I
asked
why
that
angel
Lise
,
who
not
only
never
wronged
anyone
,
but
in
whose
soul
there
were
never
any
unkind
thoughts
,
had
to
die
.
And
what
do
you
think
,
dear
friend
?
Five
years
have
passed
since
then
,
and
already
I
,
with
my
petty
understanding
,
begin
to
see
clearly
why
she
had
to
die
,
and
in
what
way
that
death
was
but
an
expression
of
the
infinite
goodness
of
the
Creator
,
whose
every
action
,
though
generally
incomprehensible
to
us
,
is
but
a
manifestation
of
His
infinite
love
for
His
creatures
.
Perhaps
,
I
often
think
,
she
was
too
angelically
innocent
to
have
the
strength
to
perform
all
a
mother
's
duties
.
As
a
young
wife
she
was
irreproachable
;
perhaps
she
could
not
have
been
so
as
a
mother
.
As
it
is
,
not
only
has
she
left
us
,
and
particularly
Prince
Andrew
,
with
the
purest
regrets
and
memories
,
but
probably
she
will
there
receive
a
place
I
dare
not
hope
for
myself
.
But
not
to
speak
of
her
alone
,
that
early
and
terrible
death
has
had
the
most
beneficent
influence
on
me
and
on
my
brother
in
spite
of
all
our
grief
.
Then
,
at
the
moment
of
our
loss
,
these
thoughts
could
not
occur
to
me
;
I
should
then
have
dismissed
them
with
horror
,
but
now
they
are
very
clear
and
certain
.
I
write
all
this
to
you
,
dear
friend
,
only
to
convince
you
of
the
Gospel
truth
which
has
become
for
me
a
principle
of
life
:
not
a
single
hair
of
our
heads
will
fall
without
His
will
.
And
His
will
is
governed
only
by
infinite
love
for
us
,
and
so
whatever
befalls
us
is
for
our
good
.
You
ask
whether
we
shall
spend
next
winter
in
Moscow
.
In
spite
of
my
wish
to
see
you
,
I
do
not
think
so
and
do
not
want
to
do
so
.
