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"
Oh
,
go
to
the
devil
,
all
of
you
!
To
the
devil
,
the
devil
,
the
devil
...
"
cried
the
old
count
.
"
My
head
's
in
a
whirl
!
"
And
he
left
the
room
.
The
countess
began
to
cry
.
"
Yes
,
Mamma
!
Yes
,
these
are
very
hard
times
!
"
said
Berg
.
Natásha
left
the
room
with
her
father
and
,
as
if
finding
it
difficult
to
reach
some
decision
,
first
followed
him
and
then
ran
downstairs
.
Pétya
was
in
the
porch
,
engaged
in
giving
out
weapons
to
the
servants
who
were
to
leave
Moscow
.
The
loaded
carts
were
still
standing
in
the
yard
.
Two
of
them
had
been
uncorded
and
a
wounded
officer
was
climbing
into
one
of
them
helped
by
an
orderly
.
"
Do
you
know
what
it
's
about
?
"
Pétya
asked
Natásha
.
She
understood
that
he
meant
what
were
their
parents
quarreling
about
.
She
did
not
answer
.
"
It
's
because
Papa
wanted
to
give
up
all
the
carts
to
the
wounded
,
"
said
Pétya
.
"
Vasílich
told
me
.
I
consider
...
"
"
I
consider
,
"
Natásha
suddenly
almost
shouted
,
turning
her
angry
face
to
Pétya
,
"
I
consider
it
so
horrid
,
so
abominable
,
so
...
I
do
n't
know
what
.
Are
we
despicable
Germans
?
"
Her
throat
quivered
with
convulsive
sobs
and
,
afraid
of
weakening
and
letting
the
force
of
her
anger
run
to
waste
,
she
turned
and
rushed
headlong
up
the
stairs
.
