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Natásha
ran
into
the
house
and
went
on
tiptoe
through
the
half-open
door
into
the
sitting
room
,
where
there
was
a
smell
of
vinegar
and
Hoffman
's
drops
.
"
Are
you
asleep
,
Mamma
?
"
"
Oh
,
what
sleep
--
?
"
said
the
countess
,
waking
up
just
as
she
was
dropping
into
a
doze
.
"
Mamma
darling
!
"
said
Natásha
,
kneeling
by
her
mother
and
bringing
her
face
close
to
her
mother
's
,
"
I
am
sorry
,
forgive
me
,
I
'll
never
do
it
again
;
I
woke
you
up
!
Mávra
Kuzmínichna
has
sent
me
:
they
have
brought
some
wounded
here
--
officers
.
Will
you
let
them
come
?
They
have
nowhere
to
go
.
I
knew
you
'd
let
them
come
!
"
she
said
quickly
all
in
one
breath
.
"
What
officers
?
Whom
have
they
brought
?
I
do
n't
understand
anything
about
it
,
"
said
the
countess
.
Natásha
laughed
,
and
the
countess
too
smiled
slightly
.
"
I
knew
you
'd
give
permission
...
so
I
'll
tell
them
,
"
and
,
having
kissed
her
mother
,
Natásha
got
up
and
went
to
the
door
.
In
the
hall
she
met
her
father
,
who
had
returned
with
bad
news
.
"
We
've
stayed
too
long
!
"
said
the
count
with
involuntary
vexation
.
"
The
Club
is
closed
and
the
police
are
leaving
.
"
"
Papa
,
is
it
all
right
--
I
've
invited
some
of
the
wounded
into
the
house
?
"
said
Natásha
.
