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"
But
,
Mamma
,
suppose
I
loved
a
girl
who
has
no
fortune
,
would
you
expect
me
to
sacrifice
my
feelings
and
my
honor
for
the
sake
of
money
?
"
he
asked
his
mother
,
not
realizing
the
cruelty
of
his
question
and
only
wishing
to
show
his
noble-mindedness
.
"
No
,
you
have
not
understood
me
,
"
said
his
mother
,
not
knowing
how
to
justify
herself
.
"
You
have
not
understood
me
,
Nikólenka
.
It
is
your
happiness
I
wish
for
,
"
she
added
,
feeling
that
she
was
telling
an
untruth
and
was
becoming
entangled
.
She
began
to
cry
.
"
Mamma
,
do
n't
cry
!
Only
tell
me
that
you
wish
it
,
and
you
know
I
will
give
my
life
,
anything
,
to
put
you
at
ease
,
"
said
Nicholas
.
"
I
would
sacrifice
anything
for
you
--
even
my
feelings
.
"
But
the
countess
did
not
want
the
question
put
like
that
:
she
did
not
want
a
sacrifice
from
her
son
,
she
herself
wished
to
make
a
sacrifice
for
him
.
"
No
,
you
have
not
understood
me
,
do
n't
let
us
talk
about
it
,
"
she
replied
,
wiping
away
her
tears
.
"
Maybe
I
do
love
a
poor
girl
,
"
said
Nicholas
to
himself
.
"
Am
I
to
sacrifice
my
feelings
and
my
honor
for
money
?
I
wonder
how
Mamma
could
speak
so
to
me
.
Because
Sónya
is
poor
I
must
not
love
her
,
"
he
thought
,
"
must
not
respond
to
her
faithful
,
devoted
love
?
Yet
I
should
certainly
be
happier
with
her
than
with
some
doll-like
Julie
.
I
can
always
sacrifice
my
feelings
for
my
family
's
welfare
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
but
I
ca
n't
coerce
my
feelings
.
If
I
love
Sónya
,
that
feeling
is
for
me
stronger
and
higher
than
all
else
.
"
Nicholas
did
not
go
to
Moscow
,
and
the
countess
did
not
renew
the
conversation
with
him
about
marriage
.
She
saw
with
sorrow
,
and
sometimes
with
exasperation
,
symptoms
of
a
growing
attachment
between
her
son
and
the
portionless
Sónya
.
Though
she
blamed
herself
for
it
,
she
could
not
refrain
from
grumbling
at
and
worrying
Sónya
,
often
pulling
her
up
without
reason
,
addressing
her
stiffly
as
"
my
dear
,
"
and
using
the
formal
"
you
"
instead
of
the
intimate
"
thou
"
in
speaking
to
her
.
The
kindhearted
countess
was
the
more
vexed
with
Sónya
because
that
poor
,
dark-eyed
niece
of
hers
was
so
meek
,
so
kind
,
so
devotedly
grateful
to
her
benefactors
,
and
so
faithfully
,
unchangingly
,
and
unselfishly
in
love
with
Nicholas
,
that
there
were
no
grounds
for
finding
fault
with
her
Nicholas
was
spending
the
last
of
his
leave
at
home
.
A
fourth
letter
had
come
from
Prince
Andrew
,
from
Rome
,
in
which
he
wrote
that
he
would
have
been
on
his
way
back
to
Russia
long
ago
had
not
his
wound
unexpectedly
reopened
in
the
warm
climate
,
which
obliged
him
to
defer
his
return
till
the
beginning
of
the
new
year
.
Natásha
was
still
as
much
in
love
with
her
betrothed
,
found
the
same
comfort
in
that
love
,
and
was
still
as
ready
to
throw
herself
into
all
the
pleasures
of
life
as
before
;
but
at
the
end
of
the
fourth
month
of
their
separation
she
began
to
have
fits
of
depression
which
she
could
not
master
.
She
felt
sorry
for
herself
:
sorry
that
she
was
being
wasted
all
this
time
and
of
no
use
to
anyone
--
while
she
felt
herself
so
capable
of
loving
and
being
loved
.
Things
were
not
cheerful
in
the
Rostóvs
'
home
.
