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Chapter 17

           Natáshadidnotansweratoncebutonlylookedupwithasmilethatsaidreproachfully:“Howcanyouasksuchaquestion?”

           “Ihaveneverenjoyedmyselfsomuchbefore!”shesaid,andPrinceAndrewnoticedhowherthinarmsrosequicklyasiftoembraceherfatherandinstantlydroppedagain.Natáshawashappierthanshehadeverbeeninherlife.Shewasatthatheightofblisswhenonebecomescompletelykindandgoodanddoesnotbelieveinthepossibilityofevil,unhappiness,orsorrow.

           AtthatballPierreforthefirsttimefelthumiliatedbythepositionhiswifeoccupiedincourtcircles.Hewasgloomyandabsent-minded.Adeepfurrowranacrosshisforehead,andstandingbyawindowhestaredoverhisspectaclesseeingnoone.

           OnherwaytosupperNatáshapassedhim.

           Pierre’sgloomy,unhappylookstruckher.Shestoppedinfrontofhim.Shewishedtohelphim,tobestowonhimthesuperabundanceofherownhappiness.

           “Howdelightfulitis,Count!”saidshe.“Isn’tit?”

           Pierresmiledabsent-mindedly,evidentlynotgraspingwhatshesaid.

           “Yes,Iamveryglad,”hesaid.

           “Howcanpeoplebedissatisfiedwithanything?”thoughtNatásha.“EspeciallysuchacapitalfellowasBezúkhov!”InNatásha’seyesallthepeopleattheballalikeweregood,kind,andsplendidpeople,lovingoneanother;noneofthemcapableofinjuringanother—andsotheyoughtalltobehappy.

           

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