Война и мир

Chapter 11

           

           Outside,therewasthesamecoldstillnessandthesamemoon,butevenbrighterthanbefore.Thelightwassostrongandthesnowsparkledwithsomanystarsthatonedidnotwishtolookupattheskyandtherealstarswereunnoticed.Theskywasblackanddreary,whiletheearthwasgay.

           “Iamafool,afool!whathaveIbeenwaitingfor?”thoughtNicholas,andrunningoutfromtheporchhewentroundthecornerofthehouseandalongthepaththatledtothebackporch.HeknewSónyawouldpassthatway.Halfwaylaysomesnow-coveredpilesoffirewoodandacrossandalongthemanetworkofshadowsfromthebareoldlimetreesfellonthesnowandonthepath.Thispathledtothebarn.Thelogwallsofthebarnanditssnow-coveredroof,thatlookedasifhewnoutofsomepreciousstone,sparkledinthemoonlight.Atreeinthegardensnappedwiththefrost,andthenallwasagainperfectlysilent.Hisbosomseemedtoinhalenotairbutthestrengthofeternalyouthandgladness.

           Fromthebackporchcamethesoundoffeetdescendingthesteps,thebottomstepuponwhichsnowhadfallengavearingingcreakandheheardthevoiceofanoldmaidservantsaying,“Straight,straight,alongthepath,Miss.Only,don’tlookback.”

           “Iamnotafraid,”answeredSónya’svoice,andalongthepathtowardNicholascamethecrunching,whistlingsoundofSónya’sfeetinherthinshoes.

           Sónyacamealong,wrappedinhercloak.Shewasonlyacoupleofpacesawaywhenshesawhim,andtohertoohewasnottheNicholasshehadknownandalwaysslightlyfeared

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