Война и мир

Chapter 32

           

           PrinceAndrewsighedwithrelief,smiled,andheldouthishand.

           “You?”hesaid.“Howfortunate!”

           WitharapidbutcarefulmovementNatáshadrewnearertohimonherkneesand,takinghishandcarefully,bentherfaceoveritandbegankissingit,justtouchingitlightlywithherlips.

           “Forgiveme!”shewhispered,raisingherheadandglancingathim.“Forgiveme!”

           “Iloveyou,”saidPrinceAndrew.

           “Forgive...!”

           “Forgivewhat?”heasked.

           “ForgivemeforwhatIha-vedo-ne!”falteredNatáshainascarcelyaudible,brokenwhisper,andbegankissinghishandmorerapidly,justtouchingitwithherlips.

           “Iloveyoumore,betterthanbefore,”saidPrinceAndrew,liftingherfacewithhishandsoastolookintohereyes.

           Thoseeyes,filledwithhappytears,gazedathimtimidly,compassionately,andwithjoyouslove.Natásha’sthinpaleface,withitsswollenlips,wasmorethanplain—itwasdreadful.ButPrinceAndrewdidnotseethat,hesawhershiningeyeswhichwerebeautiful.Theyheardthesoundofvoicesbehindthem.

           Peterthevalet,whowasnowwideawake,hadrousedthedoctor.Timókhin,whohadnotsleptatallbecauseofthepaininhisleg,hadlongbeenwatchingallthatwasgoingon,carefullycoveringhisbarebodywiththesheetashehuddleduponhisbench.

           “What’sthis?”saidthedoctor,risingfromhisbed.“Pleasegoaway,madam!”

           Atthatmomentamaidsentbythecountess,whohadnoticedherdaughter’sabsence,knockedatthedoor

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