Война и мир

Chapter 7

           AnísyaFëdorovnaflushed,anddrawingherkerchiefoverherfacewentlaughingoutoftheroom.“Uncle”continuedtoplaycorrectly,carefully,withenergeticfirmness,lookingwithachangedandinspiredexpressionatthespotwhereAnísyaFëdorovnahadjuststood.Somethingseemedtobelaughingalittleononesideofhisfaceunderhisgraymustaches,especiallyasthesonggrewbriskerandthetimequickerandwhen,hereandthere,asheranhisfingersoverthestrings,somethingseemedtosnap.

           “Lovely,lovely!Goon,Uncle,goon!”shoutedNatáshaassoonashehadfinished.Shejumpedupandhuggedandkissedhim.“Nicholas,Nicholas!”shesaid,turningtoherbrother,asifaskinghim:“Whatisitmovesmeso?”

           Nicholastoowasgreatlypleasedby“Uncle’s”playing,and“Uncle”playedthepieceoveragain.AnísyaFëdorovna’ssmilingfacereappearedinthedoorwayandbehindhersotherfaces...

           Fetchingwaterclearandsweet,

           Stop,dearmaiden,Ientreat—

           played“Uncle”oncemore,runninghisfingersskillfullyoverthestrings,andthenhestoppedshortandjerkedhisshoulders.

           “Goon,Uncledear,”Natáshawailedinanimploringtoneasifherlifedependedonit.

           “Uncle”rose,anditwasasifthereweretwomeninhim:oneofthemsmiledseriouslyatthemerryfellow,whilethemerryfellowstruckanaïveandpreciseattitudepreparatorytoafolkdance.

           “Nowthen,niece!”heexclaimed,wavingtoNatáshathehandthathadjuststruckachord.

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