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"
You
are
cold
.
You
are
trembling
all
over
.
You
'd
better
lie
down
,
"
said
the
countess
.
"
Lie
down
?
All
right
,
I
will
.
I
'll
lie
down
at
once
,
"
said
Natásha
.
When
Natásha
had
been
told
that
morning
that
Prince
Andrew
was
seriously
wounded
and
was
traveling
with
their
party
,
she
had
at
first
asked
many
questions
:
Where
was
he
going
?
How
was
he
wounded
?
Was
it
serious
?
And
could
she
see
him
?
But
after
she
had
been
told
that
she
could
not
see
him
,
that
he
was
seriously
wounded
but
that
his
life
was
not
in
danger
,
she
ceased
to
ask
questions
or
to
speak
at
all
,
evidently
disbelieving
what
they
told
her
,
and
convinced
that
say
what
she
might
she
would
still
be
told
the
same
.
All
the
way
she
had
sat
motionless
in
a
corner
of
the
coach
with
wide
open
eyes
,
and
the
expression
in
them
which
the
countess
knew
so
well
and
feared
so
much
,
and
now
she
sat
in
the
same
way
on
the
bench
where
she
had
seated
herself
on
arriving
.
She
was
planning
something
and
either
deciding
or
had
already
decided
something
in
her
mind
.
The
countess
knew
this
,
but
what
it
might
be
she
did
not
know
,
and
this
alarmed
and
tormented
her
.
"
Natásha
,
undress
,
darling
;
lie
down
on
my
bed
.
"
A
bed
had
been
made
on
a
bedstead
for
the
countess
only
.
Madame
Schoss
and
the
two
girls
were
to
sleep
on
some
hay
on
the
floor
.
"
No
,
Mamma
,
I
will
lie
down
here
on
the
floor
,
"
Natásha
replied
irritably
and
she
went
to
the
window
and
opened
it
.
Through
the
open
window
the
moans
of
the
adjutant
could
be
heard
more
distinctly
.
She
put
her
head
out
into
the
damp
night
air
,
and
the
countess
saw
her
slim
neck
shaking
with
sobs
and
throbbing
against
the
window
frame
.
Natásha
knew
it
was
not
Prince
Andrew
who
was
moaning
.
She
knew
Prince
Andrew
was
in
the
same
yard
as
themselves
and
in
a
part
of
the
hut
across
the
passage
;
but
this
dreadful
incessant
moaning
made
her
sob
.
The
countess
exchanged
a
look
with
Sónya
.
"
Lie
down
,
darling
;
lie
down
,
my
pet
,
"
said
the
countess
,
softly
touching
Natásha
's
shoulders
.
"
Come
,
lie
down
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
...
I
'll
lie
down
at
once
,
"
said
Natásha
,
and
began
hurriedly
undressing
,
tugging
at
the
tapes
of
her
petticoat
.
When
she
had
thrown
off
her
dress
and
put
on
a
dressing
jacket
,
she
sat
down
with
her
foot
under
her
on
the
bed
that
had
been
made
up
on
the
floor
,
jerked
her
thin
and
rather
short
plait
of
hair
to
the
front
,
and
began
replaiting
it
.
Her
long
,
thin
,
practiced
fingers
rapidly
unplaited
,
replaited
,
and
tied
up
her
plait
.
Her
head
moved
from
side
to
side
from
habit
,
but
her
eyes
,
feverishly
wide
,
looked
fixedly
before
her
.
When
her
toilet
for
the
night
was
finished
she
sank
gently
onto
the
sheet
spread
over
the
hay
on
the
side
nearest
the
door
.
