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"
Asleep
,
I
think
.
"
"
Sónya
,
go
and
wake
him
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
Tell
him
I
want
him
to
come
and
sing
.
"
She
sat
awhile
,
wondering
what
the
meaning
of
it
all
having
happened
before
could
be
,
and
without
solving
this
problem
,
or
at
all
regretting
not
having
done
so
,
she
again
passed
in
fancy
to
the
time
when
she
was
with
him
and
he
was
looking
at
her
with
a
lover
's
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
if
only
he
would
come
quicker
!
I
am
so
afraid
it
will
never
be
!
And
,
worst
of
all
,
I
am
growing
old
--
that
's
the
thing
!
There
wo
n't
then
be
in
me
what
there
is
now
.
But
perhaps
he
'll
come
today
,
will
come
immediately
.
Perhaps
he
has
come
and
is
sitting
in
the
drawing
room
.
Perhaps
he
came
yesterday
and
I
have
forgotten
it
.
"
She
rose
,
put
down
the
guitar
,
and
went
to
the
drawing
room
.
All
the
domestic
circle
,
tutors
,
governesses
,
and
guests
,
were
already
at
the
tea
table
.
The
servants
stood
round
the
table
--
but
Prince
Andrew
was
not
there
and
life
was
going
on
as
before
.
"
Ah
,
here
she
is
!
"
said
the
old
count
,
when
he
saw
Natásha
enter
.
"
Well
,
sit
down
by
me
.
"
But
Natásha
stayed
by
her
mother
and
glanced
round
as
if
looking
for
something
.
"
Mamma
!
"
she
muttered
,
"
give
him
to
me
,
give
him
,
Mamma
,
quickly
,
quickly
!
"
and
she
again
had
difficulty
in
repressing
her
sobs
.
She
sat
down
at
the
table
and
listened
to
the
conversation
between
the
elders
and
Nicholas
,
who
had
also
come
to
the
table
"
My
God
,
my
God
!
The
same
faces
,
the
same
talk
,
Papa
holding
his
cup
and
blowing
in
the
same
way
!
"
thought
Natásha
,
feeling
with
horror
a
sense
of
repulsion
rising
up
in
her
for
the
whole
household
,
because
they
were
always
the
same
.
After
tea
,
Nicholas
,
Sónya
,
and
Natásha
went
to
the
sitting
room
,
to
their
favorite
corner
where
their
most
intimate
talks
always
began
.
