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"
Do
n't
talk
about
it
,
Natásha
.
It
was
n't
your
fault
so
why
should
you
mind
?
Kiss
me
,
"
said
Sónya
.
Natásha
raised
her
head
and
,
kissing
her
friend
on
the
lips
,
pressed
her
wet
face
against
her
.
"
I
ca
n't
tell
you
,
I
do
n't
know
.
No
one
's
to
blame
,
"
said
Natásha
--
"
It
's
my
fault
.
But
it
all
hurts
terribly
.
Oh
,
why
does
n't
he
come
?
...
"
She
came
in
to
dinner
with
red
eyes
Márya
Dmítrievna
,
who
knew
how
the
prince
had
received
the
Rostóvs
,
pretended
not
to
notice
how
upset
Natásha
was
and
jested
resolutely
and
loudly
at
table
with
the
count
and
the
other
guests
.
That
evening
the
Rostóvs
went
to
the
Opera
,
for
which
Márya
Dmítrievna
had
taken
a
box
.
Natásha
did
not
want
to
go
,
but
could
not
refuse
Márya
Dmítrievna
's
kind
offer
which
was
intended
expressly
for
her
.
When
she
came
ready
dressed
into
the
ballroom
to
await
her
father
,
and
looking
in
the
large
mirror
there
saw
that
she
was
pretty
,
very
pretty
,
she
felt
even
more
sad
,
but
it
was
a
sweet
,
tender
sadness
.
"
O
God
,
if
he
were
here
now
I
would
not
behave
as
I
did
then
,
but
differently
.
I
would
not
be
silly
and
afraid
of
things
,
I
would
simply
embrace
him
,
cling
to
him
,
and
make
him
look
at
me
with
those
searching
inquiring
eyes
with
which
he
has
so
often
looked
at
me
,
and
then
I
would
make
him
laugh
as
he
used
to
laugh
.
And
his
eyes
--
how
I
see
those
eyes
!
"
thought
Natásha
.
"
And
what
do
his
father
and
sister
matter
to
me
?
I
love
him
alone
,
him
,
him
,
with
that
face
and
those
eyes
,
with
his
smile
,
manly
and
yet
childlike
...
No
,
I
had
better
not
think
of
him
;
not
think
of
him
but
forget
him
,
quite
forget
him
for
the
present
.
I
ca
n't
bear
this
waiting
and
I
shall
cry
in
a
minute
!
"
and
she
turned
away
from
the
glass
,
making
an
effort
not
to
cry
.
"
And
how
can
Sónya
love
Nicholas
so
calmly
and
quietly
and
wait
so
long
and
so
patiently
?
"
thought
she
,
looking
at
Sónya
,
who
also
came
in
quite
ready
,
with
a
fan
in
her
hand
.
"
No
,
she
's
altogether
different
.
I
ca
n't
!
"
Natásha
at
that
moment
felt
so
softened
and
tender
that
it
was
not
enough
for
her
to
love
and
know
she
was
beloved
,
she
wanted
now
,
at
once
,
to
embrace
the
man
she
loved
,
to
speak
and
hear
from
him
words
of
love
such
as
filled
her
heart
.
While
she
sat
in
the
carriage
beside
her
father
,
pensively
watching
the
lights
of
the
street
lamps
flickering
on
the
frozen
window
,
she
felt
still
sadder
and
more
in
love
,
and
forgot
where
she
was
going
and
with
whom
.
Having
fallen
into
the
line
of
carriages
,
the
Rostóvs
'
carriage
drove
up
to
the
theater
,
its
wheels
squeaking
over
the
snow
.
Natásha
and
Sónya
,
holding
up
their
dresses
,
jumped
out
quickly
.
The
count
got
out
helped
by
the
footmen
,
and
,
passing
among
men
and
women
who
were
entering
and
the
program
sellers
,
they
all
three
went
along
the
corridor
to
the
first
row
of
boxes
.
Through
the
closed
doors
the
music
was
already
audible
.
