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Princess
Mary
wrote
that
she
was
in
despair
at
the
misunderstanding
that
had
occurred
between
them
.
Whatever
her
father
's
feelings
might
be
,
she
begged
Natásha
to
believe
that
she
could
not
help
loving
her
as
the
one
chosen
by
her
brother
,
for
whose
happiness
she
was
ready
to
sacrifice
everything
.
"
Do
not
think
,
however
,
"
she
wrote
,
"
that
my
father
is
ill-disposed
toward
you
.
He
is
an
invalid
and
an
old
man
who
must
be
forgiven
;
but
he
is
good
and
magnanimous
and
will
love
her
who
makes
his
son
happy
.
"
Princess
Mary
went
on
to
ask
Natásha
to
fix
a
time
when
she
could
see
her
again
.
After
reading
the
letter
Natásha
sat
down
at
the
writing
table
to
answer
it
.
"
Dear
Princess
,
"
she
wrote
in
French
quickly
and
mechanically
,
and
then
paused
.
What
more
could
she
write
after
all
that
had
happened
the
evening
before
?
"
Yes
,
yes
!
All
that
has
happened
,
and
now
all
is
changed
,
"
she
thought
as
she
sat
with
the
letter
she
had
begun
before
her
.
"
Must
I
break
off
with
him
?
Must
I
really
?
That
's
awful
...
"
and
to
escape
from
these
dreadful
thoughts
she
went
to
Sónya
and
began
sorting
patterns
with
her
.
After
dinner
Natásha
went
to
her
room
and
again
took
up
Princess
Mary
's
letter
.
"
Can
it
be
that
it
is
all
over
?
"
she
thought
.
"
Can
it
be
that
all
this
has
happened
so
quickly
and
has
destroyed
all
that
went
before
?
"
She
recalled
her
love
for
Prince
Andrew
in
all
its
former
strength
,
and
at
the
same
time
felt
that
she
loved
Kurágin
.
She
vividly
pictured
herself
as
Prince
Andrew
's
wife
,
and
the
scenes
of
happiness
with
him
she
had
so
often
repeated
in
her
imagination
,
and
at
the
same
time
,
aglow
with
excitement
,
recalled
every
detail
of
yesterday
's
interview
with
Anatole
.
"
Why
could
that
not
be
as
well
?
"
she
sometimes
asked
herself
in
complete
bewilderment
.
"
Only
so
could
I
be
completely
happy
;
but
now
I
have
to
choose
,
and
I
ca
n't
be
happy
without
either
of
them
.
Only
,
"
she
thought
,
"
to
tell
Prince
Andrew
what
has
happened
or
to
hide
it
from
him
are
both
equally
impossible
.
But
with
that
one
nothing
is
spoiled
.
But
am
I
really
to
abandon
forever
the
joy
of
Prince
Andrew
's
love
,
in
which
I
have
lived
so
long
?
"
"
Please
,
Miss
!
"
whispered
a
maid
entering
the
room
with
a
mysterious
air
.
"
A
man
told
me
to
give
you
this
--
"
and
she
handed
Natásha
a
letter
.
"
Only
,
for
Christ
's
sake
...
"
the
girl
went
on
,
as
Natásha
,
without
thinking
,
mechanically
broke
the
seal
and
read
a
love
letter
from
Anatole
,
of
which
,
without
taking
in
a
word
,
she
understood
only
that
it
was
a
letter
from
him
--
from
the
man
she
loved
.
Yes
,
she
loved
him
,
or
else
how
could
that
have
happened
which
had
happened
?
And
how
could
she
have
a
love
letter
from
him
in
her
hand
?
With
trembling
hands
Natásha
held
that
passionate
love
letter
which
Dólokhov
had
composed
for
Anatole
,
and
as
she
read
it
she
found
in
it
an
echo
of
all
that
she
herself
imagined
she
was
feeling
.
