War and Peace. Leo Tolstoy

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      "Now?" repeated Natasha, and a happy smile lit up her face. "Have you seen Duport?"

      "No."

      "Not seen Duport—the famous dancer? Well then, you won't understand. That's what I'm up to."

      Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.

      "See, I'm standing! See!" she said, but could not maintain herself on her toes any longer. "So that's what I'm up to! I'll never marry anyone, but will be a dancer. Only don't tell anyone."

      Rostov laughed so loud and merrily that Denisov, in his bedroom, felt envious and Natasha could not help joining in.

      "No, but don't you think it's nice?" she kept repeating.

      "Nice! And so you no longer wish to marry Boris?"

      Natasha flared up. "I don't want to marry anyone. And I'll tell him so when I see him!"

      "Dear me!" said Rostov.

      "But that's all rubbish," Natasha chattered on. "And is Denisov nice?" she asked.

      "Yes, indeed!"

      "Oh, well then, good-by: go and dress. Is he very terrible, Denisov?"

      "Why terrible?" asked Nicholas. "No, Vaska is a splendid fellow."

      "You call him Vaska? That's funny! And is he very nice?"

      "Very."

      "Well then, be quick. We'll all have breakfast together."

      And Natasha rose and went out of the room on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, but smiling as only happy girls of fifteen can smile. When Rostov met Sonya in the drawing room, he reddened. He did not know how to behave with her. The evening before, in the first happy moment of meeting, they had kissed each other, but today they felt it could not be done; he felt that everybody, including his mother and sisters, was looking inquiringly at him and watching to see how he would behave with her. He kissed her hand and addressed her not as thou but as you- Sonya. But their eyes met and said thou, and exchanged tender kisses. Her looks asked him to forgive her for having dared, by Natasha's intermediacy, to remind him of his promise, and then thanked him for his love. His looks thanked her for offering him his freedom and told her that one way or another he would never cease to love her, for that would be impossible.

      "How strange it is," said Vera, selecting a moment when all were silent, "that Sonya and Nicholas now say you to one another and meet like strangers."

      Vera's remark was correct, as her remarks always were, but, like most of her observations, it made everyone feel uncomfortable, not only Sonya, Nicholas, and Natasha, but even the old countess, who- dreading this love affair which might hinder Nicholas from making a brilliant match—blushed like a girl.

      Denisov, to Rostov's surprise, appeared in the drawing room with pomaded hair, perfumed, and in a new uniform, looking just as smart as he made himself when going into battle, and he was more amiable to the ladies and gentlemen than Rostov had ever expected to see him.

      Chapter 2

      On his return to Moscow from the army, Nicholas Rostov was welcomed by his home circle as the best of sons, a hero, and their darling Nikolenka; by his relations as a charming, attractive, and polite young man; by his acquaintances as a handsome lieutenant of hussars, a good dancer, and one of the best matches in the city.

      The Rostovs knew everybody in Moscow. The old count had money enough that year, as all his estates had been remortgaged, and so Nicholas, acquiring a trotter of his own, very stylish riding breeches of the latest cut, such as no one else yet had in Moscow, and boots of the latest fashion, with extremely pointed toes and small silver spurs, passed his time very gaily. After a short period of adapting himself to the old conditions of life, Nicholas found it very pleasant to be at home again. He felt that he had grown up and matured very much. His despair at failing in a Scripture examination, his borrowing money from Gavril to pay a sleigh driver, his kissing Sonya on the sly—he now recalled all this as childishness he had left immeasurably behind. Now he was a lieutenant of hussars, in a jacket laced with silver, and wearing the Cross of St. George, awarded to soldiers for bravery in action, and in the company of well-known, elderly, and respected racing men was training a trotter of his own for a race. He knew a lady on one of the boulevards whom he visited of an evening. He led the mazurka at the Arkharovs' ball, talked about the war with Field Marshal Kamenski, visited the English Club, and was on intimate terms with a colonel of forty to whom Denisov had introduced nim.

      His passion for the Emperor had cooled somewhat in Moscow. But still, as he did not see him and had no opportunity of seeing him, he often spoke about him and about his love for him, letting it be understood that he had not told all and that there was something in his feelings for the Emperor not everyone could understand, and with his whole soul he shared the adoration then common in Moscow for the Emperor, who was spoken of as the "angel incarnate."

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      Notes

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      The most fascinating woman in Petersburg.

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      God has given it to me, let him who touches it beware!

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      Cousinhood is a dangerous neighborhood.

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      To err is human.

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      You expect to make an income out of the government.

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      So that squares matters.

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      Hors d'oeuvres.

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      Do you know the proverb?

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