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"

Natásha

,

you

'd

better

lie

in

the

middle

,

"

said

Sónya

.

"

I

'll

stay

here

,

"

muttered

Natásha

.

"

Do

lie

down

,

"

she

added

crossly

,

and

buried

her

face

in

the

pillow

.

The

countess

,

Madame

Schoss

,

and

Sónya

undressed

hastily

and

lay

down

.

The

small

lamp

in

front

of

the

icons

was

the

only

light

left

in

the

room

.

But

in

the

yard

there

was

a

light

from

the

fire

at

Little

Mytíshchi

a

mile

and

a

half

away

,

and

through

the

night

came

the

noise

of

people

shouting

at

a

tavern

Mamónov

's

Cossacks

had

set

up

across

the

street

,

and

the

adjutant

's

unceasing

moans

could

still

be

heard

.

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For

a

long

time

Natásha

listened

attentively

to

the

sounds

that

reached

her

from

inside

and

outside

the

room

and

did

not

move

.

First

she

heard

her

mother

praying

and

sighing

and

the

creaking

of

her

bed

under

her

,

then

Madame

Schoss

'

familiar

whistling

snore

and

Sónya

's

gentle

breathing

.

Then

the

countess

called

to

Natásha

.

Natásha

did

not

answer

.

"

I

think

she

's

asleep

,

Mamma

,

"

said

Sónya

softly

.

After

a

short

silence

the

countess

spoke

again

but

this

time

no

one

replied

.

Soon

after

that

Natásha

heard

her

mother

's

even

breathing

.

Natásha

did

not

move

,

though

her

little

bare

foot

,

thrust

out

from

under

the

quilt

,

was

growing

cold

on

the

bare

floor

.

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As

if

to

celebrate

a

victory

over

everybody

,

a

cricket

chirped

in

a

crack

in

the

wall

.

A

cock

crowed

far

off

and

another

replied

near

by

.

The

shouting

in

the

tavern

had

died

down

;

only

the

moaning

of

the

adjutant

was

heard

.

Natásha

sat

up

.

"

Sónya

,

are

you

asleep

?

Mamma

?

"

she

whispered

.

No

one

replied

.

Natásha

rose

slowly

and

carefully

,

crossed

herself

,

and

stepped

cautiously

on

the

cold

and

dirty

floor

with

her

slim

,

supple

,

bare

feet

.

The

boards

of

the

floor

creaked

.

Stepping

cautiously

from

one

foot

to

the

other

she

ran

like

a

kitten

the

few

steps

to

the

door

and

grasped

the

cold

door

handle

.

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