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It
seemed
to
her
that
something
heavy
was
beating
rhythmically
against
all
the
walls
of
the
room
:
it
was
her
own
heart
,
sinking
with
alarm
and
terror
and
overflowing
with
love
.
She
opened
the
door
and
stepped
across
the
threshold
and
onto
the
cold
,
damp
earthen
floor
of
the
passage
.
The
cold
she
felt
refreshed
her
.
With
her
bare
feet
she
touched
a
sleeping
man
,
stepped
over
him
,
and
opened
the
door
into
the
part
of
the
hut
where
Prince
Andrew
lay
.
It
was
dark
in
there
.
In
the
farthest
corner
,
on
a
bench
beside
a
bed
on
which
something
was
lying
,
stood
a
tallow
candle
with
a
long
,
thick
,
and
smoldering
wick
.
From
the
moment
she
had
been
told
that
morning
of
Prince
Andrew
's
wound
and
his
presence
there
,
Natásha
had
resolved
to
see
him
.
She
did
not
know
why
she
had
to
,
she
knew
the
meeting
would
be
painful
,
but
felt
the
more
convinced
that
it
was
necessary
.
All
day
she
had
lived
only
in
hope
of
seeing
him
that
night
.
But
now
that
the
moment
had
come
she
was
filled
with
dread
of
what
she
might
see
.
How
was
he
maimed
?
What
was
left
of
him
?
Was
he
like
that
incessant
moaning
of
the
adjutant
's
?
Yes
,
he
was
altogether
like
that
.
In
her
imagination
he
was
that
terrible
moaning
personified
.
When
she
saw
an
indistinct
shape
in
the
corner
,
and
mistook
his
knees
raised
under
the
quilt
for
his
shoulders
,
she
imagined
a
horrible
body
there
,
and
stood
still
in
terror
.
But
an
irresistible
impulse
drew
her
forward
.
She
cautiously
took
one
step
and
then
another
,
and
found
herself
in
the
middle
of
a
small
room
containing
baggage
.
Another
man
--
Timókhin
--
was
lying
in
a
corner
on
the
benches
beneath
the
icons
,
and
two
others
--
the
doctor
and
a
valet
--
lay
on
the
floor
.
The
valet
sat
up
and
whispered
something
.
Timókhin
,
kept
awake
by
the
pain
in
his
wounded
leg
,
gazed
with
wide-open
eyes
at
this
strange
apparition
of
a
girl
in
a
white
chemise
,
dressing
jacket
,
and
nightcap
.
The
valet
's
sleepy
,
frightened
exclamation
,
"
What
do
you
want
?
What
's
the
matter
?
"
made
Natásha
approach
more
swiftly
to
what
was
lying
in
the
corner
.
Horribly
unlike
a
man
as
that
body
looked
,
she
must
see
him
.
She
passed
the
valet
,
the
snuff
fell
from
the
candle
wick
,
and
she
saw
Prince
Andrew
clearly
with
his
arms
outside
the
quilt
,
and
such
as
she
had
always
seen
him
He
was
the
same
as
ever
,
but
the
feverish
color
of
his
face
,
his
glittering
eyes
rapturously
turned
toward
her
,
and
especially
his
neck
,
delicate
as
a
child
's
,
revealed
by
the
turn-down
collar
of
his
shirt
,
gave
him
a
peculiarly
innocent
,
childlike
look
,
such
as
she
had
never
seen
on
him
before
.
She
went
up
to
him
and
with
a
swift
,
flexible
,
youthful
movement
dropped
on
her
knees
.
He
smiled
and
held
out
his
hand
to
her
.
Seven
days
had
passed
since
Prince
Andrew
found
himself
in
the
ambulance
station
on
the
field
of
Borodinó
.
His
feverish
state
and
the
inflammation
of
his
bowels
,
which
were
injured
,
were
in
the
doctor
's
opinion
sure
to
carry
him
off
.
But
on
the
seventh
day
he
ate
with
pleasure
a
piece
of
bread
with
some
tea
,
and
the
doctor
noticed
that
his
temperature
was
lower
.
He
had
regained
consciousness
that
morning
.
The
first
night
after
they
left
Moscow
had
been
fairly
warm
and
he
had
remained
in
the
calèche
,
but
at
Mytíshchi
the
wounded
man
himself
asked
to
be
taken
out
and
given
some
tea
.
The
pain
caused
by
his
removal
into
the
hut
had
made
him
groan
aloud
and
again
lose
consciousness
.
When
he
had
been
placed
on
his
camp
bed
he
lay
for
a
long
time
motionless
with
closed
eyes
.
Then
he
opened
them
and
whispered
softly
:
"
And
the
tea
?
"
His
remembering
such
a
small
detail
of
everyday
life
astonished
the
doctor
.
He
felt
Prince
Andrew
's
pulse
,
and
to
his
surprise
and
dissatisfaction
found
it
had
improved
.
He
was
dissatisfied
because
he
knew
by
experience
that
if
his
patient
did
not
die
now
,
he
would
do
so
a
little
later
with
greater
suffering
.
Timókhin
,
the
red-nosed
major
of
Prince
Andrew
's
regiment
,
had
joined
him
in
Moscow
and
was
being
taken
along
with
him
,
having
been
wounded
in
the
leg
at
the
battle
of
Borodinó
.
They
were
accompanied
by
a
doctor
,
Prince
Andrew
's
valet
,
his
coachman
,
and
two
orderlies
.
They
gave
Prince
Andrew
some
tea
.
He
drank
it
eagerly
,
looking
with
feverish
eyes
at
the
door
in
front
of
him
as
if
trying
to
understand
and
remember
something
.
