Война и мир

Chapter 31

           

           Whenshehadthrownoffherdressandputonadressingjacket,shesatdownwithherfootunderheronthebedthathadbeenmadeuponthefloor,jerkedherthinandrathershortplaitofhairtothefront,andbeganreplaitingit.Herlong,thin,practicedfingersrapidlyunplaited,replaited,andtiedupherplait.Herheadmovedfromsidetosidefromhabit,buthereyes,feverishlywide,lookedfixedlybeforeher.Whenhertoiletforthenightwasfinishedshesankgentlyontothesheetspreadoverthehayonthesidenearestthedoor.

           “Natásha,you’dbetterlieinthemiddle,”saidSónya.

           “I’llstayhere,”mutteredNatásha.“Doliedown,”sheaddedcrossly,andburiedherfaceinthepillow.

           Thecountess,MadameSchoss,andSónyaundressedhastilyandlaydown.Thesmalllampinfrontoftheiconswastheonlylightleftintheroom.ButintheyardtherewasalightfromthefireatLittleMytíshchiamileandahalfaway,andthroughthenightcamethenoiseofpeopleshoutingatatavernMamónov’sCossackshadsetupacrossthestreet,andtheadjutant’sunceasingmoanscouldstillbeheard.

           ForalongtimeNatáshalistenedattentivelytothesoundsthatreachedherfrominsideandoutsidetheroomanddidnotmove.Firstsheheardhermotherprayingandsighingandthecreakingofherbedunderher,thenMadameSchoss’familiarwhistlingsnoreandSónya’sgentlebreathing.ThenthecountesscalledtoNatásha.Natáshadidnotanswer.

           “Ithinkshe’sasleep,Mamma,”saidSónyasoftly.

           Afterashortsilencethecountessspokeagainbutthistimenoonereplied.

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