Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
mud-guards, proposed to the ladies that they should get into the
"And Ill get into this vehicle," he said. "The horse is quiet,
and the princess drives capitally."
"No, stay as you were," said Anna, coming up, "and well go in
the carriage," and taking Dollys arm, she drew her away.
Darya Alexandrovnas eyes were fairly dazzled by the elegant
carriage of a pattern she had never seen before, the splendid
horses, and the elegant and gorgeous people surrounding her. But
what struck her most of all was the change that had taken place
in Anna, whom she knew so well and loved. Any other woman, a
less close observer, not knowing Anna before, or not having
thought as Darya Alexandrovna had been thinking on the road,
would not have noticed anything special in Anna. But now Dolly
was struck by that temporary beauty, which is only found in
women during the moments of love, and which she saw now in Annas
face. Everything in her face, the clearly marked dimples in her
cheeks and chin, the line of her lips, the smile which, as it
were, fluttered about her face, the brilliance of her eyes, the
grace and rapidity of her movements, the fulness of the notes of
her voice, even the manner in which, with a sort of angry
friendliness, she answered Veslovsky when he asked permission to
get on her cob, so as to teach it to gallop with the right leg
foremost--it was all peculiarly fascinating, and it seemed as if
she were herself aware of it, and rejoicing in it.
When both the women were seated in the carriage, a sudden
embarrassment came over both of them. Anna was disconcerted by
the intent look of inquiry Dolly fixed upon her. Dolly was
embarrassed because after Sviazhskys phrase about "this
vehicle," she could not help feeling ashamed of the dirty old
carriage in which Anna was sitting with her. The coachman Philip
and the counting house clerk were experiencing the same
sensation. The counting house clerk, to conceal his confusion,
busied himself settling the ladies, but Philip the coachman
became sullen, and was bracing himself not to be overawed in
future by this external superiority. He smiled ironically,
looking at the raven horse, and was already deciding in his own
mind that this smart trotter in the _char-a-banc_ was only good for
_promenade_, and wouldnt do thirty miles straight off in the heat.
The peasants had all got up from the cart and were inquisitively
and mirthfully staring at the meeting of the friends, making
their comments on it.
"Theyre pleased, too; havent seen each other for a long while,"
said the curly-headed old man with the bast round his hair.
"I say, Uncle Gerasim, if we could take that raven horse now, to
cart the corn, that ud be quick work!"
"Look-ee! Is that a woman in breeches?" said one of them,
pointing to Vassenka Veslovsky sitting in a side saddle.
"Nay, a man! See how smartly hes going it!"
"Eh, lads! seems were not going to sleep, then?"
"What chance of sleep today!" said the old man, with a sidelong
look at the sun. "Middays past, look-ee! Get your hooks, and
Anna looked at Dollys thin, care-worn face, with its wrinkles
filled with dust from the road, and she was on the point of
saying what she was thinking, that is, that Dolly had got
thinner. But, conscious that she herself had grown handsomer,
and that Dollys eyes were telling her so, she sighed and began
to speak about herself.
"You are looking at me," she said, "and wondering how I can be
happy in my position? Well! its shameful to confess, but I...
Im inexcusably happy. Something magical has happened to me,
like a dream, when youre frightened, panic-stricken, and all of
a sudden you wake up and all the horrors are no more. I have
waked up. I have lived through the misery, the dread, and now
for a long while past, especially since weve been here, Ive
been so happy!..." she said, with a timid smile of inquiry
looking at Dolly.
"How glad I am!" said Dolly smiling, involuntarily speaking more
coldly than she wanted to. "Im very glad for you. Why havent
you written to me?"
"Why?... Because I hadnt the courage.... You forget my
"To me? Hadnt the courage? If you knew how I...I look at..."
Darya Alexandrovna wanted to express her thoughts of
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