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Natásha
,
who
had
borne
the
first
period
of
separation
from
her
betrothed
lightly
and
even
cheerfully
,
now
grew
more
agitated
and
impatient
every
day
.
The
thought
that
her
best
days
,
which
she
would
have
employed
in
loving
him
,
were
being
vainly
wasted
,
with
no
advantage
to
anyone
,
tormented
her
incessantly
.
His
letters
for
the
most
part
irritated
her
.
It
hurt
her
to
think
that
while
she
lived
only
in
the
thought
of
him
,
he
was
living
a
real
life
,
seeing
new
places
and
new
people
that
interested
him
.
The
more
interesting
his
letters
were
the
more
vexed
she
felt
.
Her
letters
to
him
,
far
from
giving
her
any
comfort
,
seemed
to
her
a
wearisome
and
artificial
obligation
.
She
could
not
write
,
because
she
could
not
conceive
the
possibility
of
expressing
sincerely
in
a
letter
even
a
thousandth
part
of
what
she
expressed
by
voice
,
smile
,
and
glance
.
She
wrote
to
him
formal
,
monotonous
,
and
dry
letters
,
to
which
she
attached
no
importance
herself
,
and
in
the
rough
copies
of
which
the
countess
corrected
her
mistakes
in
spelling
There
was
still
no
improvement
in
the
countess
'
health
,
but
it
was
impossible
to
defer
the
journey
to
Moscow
any
longer
.
Natásha
's
trousseau
had
to
be
ordered
and
the
house
sold
.
Moreover
,
Prince
Andrew
was
expected
in
Moscow
,
where
old
Prince
Bolkónski
was
spending
the
winter
,
and
Natásha
felt
sure
he
had
already
arrived
.
So
the
countess
remained
in
the
country
,
and
the
count
,
taking
Sónya
and
Natásha
with
him
,
went
to
Moscow
at
the
end
of
January
.
After
Prince
Andrew
's
engagement
to
Natásha
,
Pierre
without
any
apparent
cause
suddenly
felt
it
impossible
to
go
on
living
as
before
.
Firmly
convinced
as
he
was
of
the
truths
revealed
to
him
by
his
benefactor
,
and
happy
as
he
had
been
in
perfecting
his
inner
man
,
to
which
he
had
devoted
himself
with
such
ardor
--
all
the
zest
of
such
a
life
vanished
after
the
engagement
of
Andrew
and
Natásha
and
the
death
of
Joseph
Alexéevich
,
the
news
of
which
reached
him
almost
at
the
same
time
.
Only
the
skeleton
of
life
remained
:
his
house
,
a
brilliant
wife
who
now
enjoyed
the
favors
of
a
very
important
personage
,
acquaintance
with
all
Petersburg
,
and
his
court
service
with
its
dull
formalities
.
And
this
life
suddenly
seemed
to
Pierre
unexpectedly
loathsome
.
He
ceased
keeping
a
diary
,
avoided
the
company
of
the
Brothers
,
began
going
to
the
club
again
,
drank
a
great
deal
,
and
came
once
more
in
touch
with
the
bachelor
sets
,
leading
such
a
life
that
the
Countess
Hélène
thought
it
necessary
to
speak
severely
to
him
about
it
.
Pierre
felt
that
she
was
right
,
and
to
avoid
compromising
her
went
away
to
Moscow
.
In
Moscow
as
soon
as
he
entered
his
huge
house
in
which
the
faded
and
fading
princesses
still
lived
,
with
its
enormous
retinue
;
as
soon
as
,
driving
through
the
town
,
he
saw
the
Iberian
shrine
with
innumerable
tapers
burning
before
the
golden
covers
of
the
icons
,
the
Krémlin
Square
with
its
snow
undisturbed
by
vehicles
,
the
sleigh
drivers
and
hovels
of
the
Sívtsev
Vrazhók
,
those
old
Moscovites
who
desired
nothing
,
hurried
nowhere
,
and
were
ending
their
days
leisurely
;
when
he
saw
those
old
Moscow
ladies
,
the
Moscow
balls
,
and
the
English
Club
,
he
felt
himself
at
home
in
a
quiet
haven
.
In
Moscow
he
felt
at
peace
,
at
home
,
warm
and
dirty
as
in
an
old
dressing
gown
.
Moscow
society
,
from
the
old
women
down
to
the
children
,
received
Pierre
like
a
long-expected
guest
whose
place
was
always
ready
awaiting
him
.
For
Moscow
society
Pierre
was
the
nicest
,
kindest
,
most
intellectual
,
merriest
,
and
most
magnanimous
of
cranks
,
a
heedless
,
genial
nobleman
of
the
old
Russian
type
.
His
purse
was
always
empty
because
it
was
open
to
everyone
.
Benefit
performances
,
poor
pictures
,
statues
,
benevolent
societies
,
gypsy
choirs
,
schools
,
subscription
dinners
,
sprees
,
Freemasons
,
churches
,
and
books
--
no
one
and
nothing
met
with
a
refusal
from
him
,
and
had
it
not
been
for
two
friends
who
had
borrowed
large
sums
from
him
and
taken
him
under
their
protection
,
he
would
have
given
everything
away
.
There
was
never
a
dinner
or
soiree
at
the
club
without
him
.
As
soon
as
he
sank
into
his
place
on
the
sofa
after
two
bottles
of
Margaux
he
was
surrounded
,
and
talking
,
disputing
,
and
joking
began
.
When
there
were
quarrels
,
his
kindly
smile
and
well-timed
jests
reconciled
the
antagonists
.
The
Masonic
dinners
were
dull
and
dreary
when
he
was
not
there
.
When
after
a
bachelor
supper
he
rose
with
his
amiable
and
kindly
smile
,
yielding
to
the
entreaties
of
the
festive
company
to
drive
off
somewhere
with
them
,
shouts
of
delight
and
triumph
arose
among
the
young
men
.
At
balls
he
danced
if
a
partner
was
needed
.
Young
ladies
,
married
and
unmarried
,
liked
him
because
without
making
love
to
any
of
them
,
he
was
equally
amiable
to
all
,
especially
after
supper
.
"
Il
est
charmant
;
il
n
'
a
pas
de
sexe
,
"
*
they
said
of
him
.
*
"
He
is
charming
;
he
has
no
sex
.
"
