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Sónya
went
out
into
the
passage
to
go
to
the
barn
.
Nicholas
went
hastily
to
the
front
porch
,
saying
he
felt
too
hot
.
The
crowd
of
people
really
had
made
the
house
stuffy
.
Outside
,
there
was
the
same
cold
stillness
and
the
same
moon
,
but
even
brighter
than
before
.
The
light
was
so
strong
and
the
snow
sparkled
with
so
many
stars
that
one
did
not
wish
to
look
up
at
the
sky
and
the
real
stars
were
unnoticed
.
The
sky
was
black
and
dreary
,
while
the
earth
was
gay
.
"
I
am
a
fool
,
a
fool
!
what
have
I
been
waiting
for
?
"
thought
Nicholas
,
and
running
out
from
the
porch
he
went
round
the
corner
of
the
house
and
along
the
path
that
led
to
the
back
porch
.
He
knew
Sónya
would
pass
that
way
.
Halfway
lay
some
snow-covered
piles
of
firewood
and
across
and
along
them
a
network
of
shadows
from
the
bare
old
lime
trees
fell
on
the
snow
and
on
the
path
.
This
path
led
to
the
barn
.
The
log
walls
of
the
barn
and
its
snow-covered
roof
,
that
looked
as
if
hewn
out
of
some
precious
stone
,
sparkled
in
the
moonlight
.
A
tree
in
the
garden
snapped
with
the
frost
,
and
then
all
was
again
perfectly
silent
.
His
bosom
seemed
to
inhale
not
air
but
the
strength
of
eternal
youth
and
gladness
.
From
the
back
porch
came
the
sound
of
feet
descending
the
steps
,
the
bottom
step
upon
which
snow
had
fallen
gave
a
ringing
creak
and
he
heard
the
voice
of
an
old
maidservant
saying
,
"
Straight
,
straight
,
along
the
path
,
Miss.
.
Only
,
do
n't
look
back
.
"
"
I
am
not
afraid
,
"
answered
Sónya
's
voice
,
and
along
the
path
toward
Nicholas
came
the
crunching
,
whistling
sound
of
Sónya
's
feet
in
her
thin
shoes
.
Sónya
came
along
,
wrapped
in
her
cloak
.
She
was
only
a
couple
of
paces
away
when
she
saw
him
,
and
to
her
too
he
was
not
the
Nicholas
she
had
known
and
always
slightly
feared
He
was
in
a
woman
's
dress
,
with
tousled
hair
and
a
happy
smile
new
to
Sónya
.
She
ran
rapidly
toward
him
.
"
Quite
different
and
yet
the
same
,
"
thought
Nicholas
,
looking
at
her
face
all
lit
up
by
the
moonlight
.
He
slipped
his
arms
under
the
cloak
that
covered
her
head
,
embraced
her
,
pressed
her
to
him
,
and
kissed
her
on
the
lips
that
wore
a
mustache
and
had
a
smell
of
burnt
cork
.
Sónya
kissed
him
full
on
the
lips
,
and
disengaging
her
little
hands
pressed
them
to
his
cheeks
.
"
Sónya
!
...
Nicholas
!
"
...
was
all
they
said
.
They
ran
to
the
barn
and
then
back
again
,
re-entering
,
he
by
the
front
and
she
by
the
back
porch
.
When
they
all
drove
back
from
Pelagéya
Danílovna
's
,
Natásha
,
who
always
saw
and
noticed
everything
,
arranged
that
she
and
Madame
Schoss
should
go
back
in
the
sleigh
with
Dimmler
,
and
Sónya
with
Nicholas
and
the
maids
.
