Война и мир

Chapter 22

           

           Pierresniffedashelookedather,butdidnotspeak.Tillthenhehadreproachedherinhisheartandtriedtodespiseher,buthenowfeltsosorryforherthattherewasnoroominhissoulforreproach.

           “Heisherenow:tellhim...tofor...forgiveme!”Shestoppedandbreathedstillmorequickly,butdidnotshedtears.

           “Yes...Iwilltellhim,”answeredPierre;“but...”

           Hedidnotknowwhattosay.

           Natáshawasevidentlydismayedatthethoughtofwhathemightthinkshehadmeant.

           “No,Iknowallisover,”shesaidhurriedly.“No,thatcanneverbe.I’monlytormentedbythewrongIhavedonehim.TellhimonlythatIbeghimtoforgive,forgive,forgivemeforeverything....”

           Shetrembledalloverandsatdownonachair.

           AsenseofpityhehadneverbeforeknownoverflowedPierre’sheart.

           “Iwilltellhim,Iwilltellhimeverythingoncemore,”saidPierre.“But...Ishouldliketoknowonething....”

           “Knowwhat?”Natásha’seyesasked.

           “Ishouldliketoknow,didyoulove...”PierredidnotknowhowtorefertoAnatoleandflushedatthethoughtofhim—“didyoulovethatbadman?”

           “Don’tcallhimbad!”saidNatásha.“ButIdon’tknow,don’tknowatall....”

           Shebegantocryandastillgreatersenseofpity,tenderness,andlovewelledupinPierre.Hefeltthetearstrickleunderhisspectaclesandhopedtheywouldnotbenoticed.

           “Wewon’tspeakofitanymore,mydear,”saidPierre,andhisgentle,cordialtonesuddenlyseemedverystrangetoNatásha.

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