Война и мир

Chapter 8

           Sónya,dovey,everythingisasitusedtobe.Ifonlyhelives!Hecannot...because...because...of...”andNatáshaburstintotears.

           “Yes!Iknewit!ThankGod!”murmuredSónya.“Hewilllive.”

           Sónyawasnotlessagitatedthanherfriendbythelatter’sfearandgriefandbyherownpersonalfeelingswhichshesharedwithnoone.Sobbing,shekissedandcomfortedNatásha.“Ifonlyhelives!”shethought.Havingwept,talked,andwipedawaytheirtears,thetwofriendswenttogethertoPrinceAndrew’sdoor.Natáshaopeneditcautiouslyandglancedintotheroom,Sónyastandingbesideheratthehalf-opendoor.

           PrinceAndrewwaslyingraisedhighonthreepillows.Hispalefacewascalm,hiseyesclosed,andtheycouldseehisregularbreathing.

           “O,Natásha!”Sónyasuddenlyalmostscreamed,catchinghercompanion’sarmandsteppingbackfromthedoor.

           “What?Whatisit?”askedNatásha.

           “It’sthat,that...”saidSónya,withawhitefaceandtremblinglips.

           NatáshasoftlyclosedthedoorandwentwithSónyatothewindow,notyetunderstandingwhatthelatterwastellingher.

           “Youremember,”saidSónyawithasolemnandfrightenedexpression.“YourememberwhenIlookedinthemirrorforyou...atOtrádnoeatChristmas?DoyourememberwhatIsaw?”

           “Yes,yes!”criedNatáshaopeninghereyeswide,andvaguelyrecallingthatSónyahadtoldhersomethingaboutPrinceAndrewwhomshehadseenlyingdown.

           “Youremember?”Sónyawenton.“Isawitthenandtoldeverybody,youandDunyásha.

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