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"
Of
course
it
is
,
"
he
answered
absently
.
"
That
's
not
the
point
I
beg
you
not
to
indulge
in
trifles
now
,
but
to
help
to
pack
,
and
tomorrow
we
must
go
,
go
,
go
!
...
"
And
the
count
gave
a
similar
order
to
the
major-domo
and
the
servants
.
At
dinner
Pétya
having
returned
home
told
them
the
news
he
had
heard
.
He
said
the
people
had
been
getting
arms
in
the
Krémlin
,
and
that
though
Rostopchín
's
broadsheet
had
said
that
he
would
sound
a
call
two
or
three
days
in
advance
,
the
order
had
certainly
already
been
given
for
everyone
to
go
armed
to
the
Three
Hills
tomorrow
,
and
that
there
would
be
a
big
battle
there
.
The
countess
looked
with
timid
horror
at
her
son
's
eager
,
excited
face
as
he
said
this
.
She
realized
that
if
she
said
a
word
about
his
not
going
to
the
battle
(
she
knew
he
enjoyed
the
thought
of
the
impending
engagement
)
he
would
say
something
about
men
,
honor
,
and
the
fatherland
--
something
senseless
,
masculine
,
and
obstinate
which
there
would
be
no
contradicting
,
and
her
plans
would
be
spoiled
;
and
so
,
hoping
to
arrange
to
leave
before
then
and
take
Pétya
with
her
as
their
protector
and
defender
,
she
did
not
answer
him
,
but
after
dinner
called
the
count
aside
and
implored
him
with
tears
to
take
her
away
quickly
,
that
very
night
if
possible
.
With
a
woman
's
involuntary
loving
cunning
she
,
who
till
then
had
not
shown
any
alarm
,
said
that
she
would
die
of
fright
if
they
did
not
leave
that
very
night
.
Without
any
pretense
she
was
now
afraid
of
everything
.
Madame
Schoss
,
who
had
been
out
to
visit
her
daughter
,
increased
the
countess
'
fears
still
more
by
telling
what
she
had
seen
at
a
spirit
dealer
's
in
Myasnítski
Street
.
When
returning
by
that
street
she
had
been
unable
to
pass
because
of
a
drunken
crowd
rioting
in
front
of
the
shop
.
She
had
taken
a
cab
and
driven
home
by
a
side
street
and
the
cabman
had
told
her
that
the
people
were
breaking
open
the
barrels
at
the
drink
store
,
having
received
orders
to
do
so
.
After
dinner
the
whole
Rostóv
household
set
to
work
with
enthusiastic
haste
packing
their
belongings
and
preparing
for
their
departure
.
The
old
count
,
suddenly
setting
to
work
,
kept
passing
from
the
yard
to
the
house
and
back
again
,
shouting
confused
instructions
to
the
hurrying
people
,
and
flurrying
them
still
more
.
Pétya
directed
things
in
the
yard
.
Sónya
,
owing
to
the
count
's
contradictory
orders
,
lost
her
head
and
did
not
know
what
to
do
.
The
servants
ran
noisily
about
the
house
and
yard
,
shouting
and
disputing
.
Natásha
,
with
the
ardor
characteristic
of
all
she
did
suddenly
set
to
work
too
.
At
first
her
intervention
in
the
business
of
packing
was
received
skeptically
.
Everybody
expected
some
prank
from
her
and
did
not
wish
to
obey
her
;
but
she
resolutely
and
passionately
demanded
obedience
,
grew
angry
and
nearly
cried
because
they
did
not
heed
her
,
and
at
last
succeeded
in
making
them
believe
her
.
Her
first
exploit
,
which
cost
her
immense
effort
and
established
her
authority
,
was
the
packing
of
the
carpets
.
The
count
had
valuable
Gobelin
tapestries
and
Persian
carpets
in
the
house
.
When
Natásha
set
to
work
two
cases
were
standing
open
in
the
ballroom
,
one
almost
full
up
with
crockery
,
the
other
with
carpets
.
There
was
also
much
china
standing
on
the
tables
,
and
still
more
was
being
brought
in
from
the
storeroom
.
A
third
case
was
needed
and
servants
had
gone
to
fetch
it
.
"
Sónya
,
wait
a
bit
--
we
'll
pack
everything
into
these
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
You
ca
n't
,
Miss
,
we
have
tried
to
,
"
said
the
butler
's
assistant
.
