Война и мир

Chapter 14

           

           “Wheneverwillyoubeready?”askedthecountcomingtothedoor.“Hereissomescent.Perónskayamustbetiredofwaiting.”

           “It’sready,Miss,”saidthemaid,holdinguptheshortenedgauzedresswithtwofingers,andblowingandshakingsomethingoffit,asifbythistoexpressaconsciousnessoftheairinessandpurityofwhatsheheld.

           Natáshabeganputtingonthedress.

           “Inaminute!Inaminute!Don’tcomein,Papa!”shecriedtoherfatherasheopenedthedoor—speakingfromunderthefilmyskirtwhichstillcoveredherwholeface.

           Sónyaslammedthedoorto.Aminutelatertheyletthecountin.Hewaswearingablueswallow-tailcoat,shoesandstockings,andwasperfumedandhishairpomaded.

           “Oh,Papa!howniceyoulook!Charming!”criedNatásha,asshestoodinthemiddleoftheroomsmoothingoutthefoldsofthegauze.

           “Ifyouplease,Miss!allowme,”saidthemaid,whoonherkneeswaspullingtheskirtstraightandshiftingthepinsfromonesideofhermouthtotheotherwithhertongue.

           “Saywhatyoulike,”exclaimedSónya,inadespairingvoiceasshelookedatNatásha,“saywhatyoulike,it’sstilltoolong.”

           Natáshasteppedbacktolookatherselfinthepierglass.Thedresswastoolong.

           “Really,madam,itisnotatalltoolong,”saidMávra,crawlingonherkneesafterheryounglady.

           “Well,ifit’stoolongwe’lltackitup...we’lltackitupinoneminute,”saidtheresoluteDunyáshatakinganeedlethatwasstuckonthefrontofherlittleshawland,stillkneelingonthefloor,settoworkoncemore

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