Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
you went away?... Well, she says you are
to forget all that.... She says: I shall love him always, but let him
be free. Isnt that lovely and noble! Yes, very noble? Isnt it?"
asked Natasha, so seriously and excitedly that it was evident that
what she was now saying she had talked of before, with tears.
Rostov became thoughtful.
"I never go back on my word," he said. "Besides, Sonya is so
charming that only a fool would renounce such happiness."
"No, no!" cried Natasha, "she and I have already talked it over.
We knew youd say so. But it wont do, because you see, if you say
that--if you consider yourself bound by your promise--it will seem
as if she had not meant it seriously. It makes it as if you were
marrying her because you must, and that wouldnt do at all."
Rostov saw that it had been well considered by them. Sonya had
already struck him by her beauty on the preceding day. Today, when
he had caught a glimpse of her, she seemed still more lovely. She
was a charming girl of sixteen, evidently passionately in love with
him (he did not doubt that for an instant). Why should he not love her
now, and even marry her, Rostov thought, but just now there were so
many other pleasures and interests before him! "Yes, they have taken a
wise decision," he thought, "I must remain free."
"Well then, thats excellent," said he. "Well talk it over later
on. Oh, how glad I am to have you!"
"Well, and are you still true to Boris?" he continued.
"Oh, what nonsense!" cried Natasha, laughing. "I dont think about
him or anyone else, and I dont want anything of the kind."
"Dear me! Then what are you up to now?"
"Now?" repeated Natasha, and a happy smile lit up her face. "Have
you seen Duport?"
"Not seen Duport--the famous dancer? Well then, you wont
understand. Thats what Im 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, Im standing! See!" she said, but could not maintain herself
on her toes any longer. "So thats what Im up to! Ill never marry
anyone, but will be a dancer. Only dont tell anyone."
Rostov laughed so loud and merrily that Denisov, in his bedroom,
felt envious and Natasha could not help joining in.
"No, but dont you think its nice?" she kept repeating.
"Nice! And so you no longer wish to marry Boris?"
Natasha flared up. "I dont want to marry anyone. And Ill tell
him so when I see him!"
"Dear me!" said Rostov.
"But thats all rubbish," Natasha chattered on. "And is Denisov
nice?" she asked.
"Oh, well then, good-by: go and dress. Is he very terrible,
"Why terrible?" asked Nicholas. "No, Vaska is a splendid fellow."
"You call him Vaska? Thats funny! And is he very nice?"
"Well then, be quick. Well 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
Natashas 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
Veras 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 Rostovs surprise, appeared in
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