Chapter 14

           

           Soonafterthisthechildrencameintosaygoodnight.Theykissedeveryone,thetutorsandgovernessesmadetheirbows,andtheywentout.OnlyyoungNicholasandhistutorremained.Dessalleswhisperedtotheboytocomedownstairs.

           “No,MonsieurDessalles,Iwillaskmyaunttoletmestay,”repliedNicholasBolkónskialsoinawhisper.

           “Matante,pleaseletmestay,”saidhe,goinguptohisaunt.

           Hisfaceexpressedentreaty,agitation,andecstasy.CountessMaryglancedathimandturnedtoPierre.

           “Whenyouareherehecan’ttearhimselfaway,”shesaid.

           “Iwillbringhimtoyoudirectly,MonsieurDessalles.Goodnight!”saidPierre,givinghishandtotheSwisstutor,andheturnedtoyoungNicholaswithasmile.“YouandIhaven’tseenanythingofoneanotheryet....Howlikeheisgrowing,Mary!”headded,addressingCountessMary.

           “Likemyfather?”askedtheboy,flushingcrimsonandlookingupatPierrewithbright,ecstaticeyes.

           Pierrenodded,andwentonwithwhathehadbeensayingwhenthechildrenhadinterrupted.CountessMarysatdowndoingwoolwork;Natáshadidnottakehereyesoffherhusband.NicholasandDenísovrose,askedfortheirpipes,smoked,wenttofetchmoreteafromSónya—whosatwearybutresoluteatthesamovar—andquestionedPierre.Thecurly-headed,delicateboysatwithshiningeyesunnoticedinacorner,startingeverynowandthenandmutteringsomethingtohimself,andevidentlyexperiencinganewandpowerfulemotionasheturnedhiscurlyhead,withhisthinneckexposedbyhisturn-downcollar,towardtheplacewherePierresat.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 2154 з 2250