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War And Peace
Her face was calm, gentle, and happy. Clutching her breast to keep
herself from choking, Sonya, pale and trembling with fear and
agitation, sat down in an armchair and burst into tears.
"How was it I noticed nothing? How could it go so far? Can she
have left off loving Prince Andrew? And how could she let Kuragin go
to such lengths? He is a deceiver and a villain, thats plain! What
will Nicholas, dear noble Nicholas, do when he hears of it? So this is
the meaning of her excited, resolute, unnatural look the day before
yesterday, yesterday, and today," thought Sonya. "But it cant be that
she loves him! She probably opened the letter without knowing who it
was from. Probably she is offended by it. She could not do such a
Sonya wiped away her tears and went up to Natasha, again scanning
"Natasha!" she said, just audibly.
Natasha awoke and saw Sonya.
"Ah, youre back?"
And with the decision and tenderness that often come at the moment
of awakening, she embraced her friend, but noticing Sonyas look of
embarrassment, her own face expressed confusion and suspicion.
"Sonya, youve read that letter?" she demanded.
"Yes," answered Sonya softly.
Natasha smiled rapturously.
"No, Sonya, I cant any longer!" she said. "I cant hide it from you
any longer. You know, we love one another! Sonya, darling, he
Sonya stared open-eyed at Natasha, unable to believe her ears.
"And Bolkonski?" she asked.
"Ah, Sonya, if you only knew how happy I am!" cried Natasha. "You
dont know what love is...."
"But, Natasha, can that be all over?"
Natasha looked at Sonya with wide-open eyes as if she could not
grasp the question.
"Well, then, are you refusing Prince Andrew?" said Sonya.
"Oh, you dont understand anything! Dont talk nonsense, just
listen!" said Natasha, with momentary vexation.
"But I cant believe it," insisted Sonya. "I dont understand. How
is it you have loved a man for a whole year and suddenly... Why, you
have only seen him three times! Natasha, I dont believe you, youre
joking! In three days to forget everything and so..."
"Three days?" said Natasha. "It seems to me Ive loved him a hundred
years. It seems to me that I have never loved anyone before. You cant
understand it.... Sonya, wait a bit, sit here," and Natasha embraced
and kissed her.
"I had heard that it happens like this, and you must have heard it
too, but its only now that I feel such love. Its not the same as
before. As soon as I saw him I felt he was my master and I his
slave, and that I could not help loving him. Yes, his slave!
Whatever he orders I shall do. You dont understand that. What can I
do? What can I do, Sonya?" cried Natasha with a happy yet frightened
"But think what you are doing," cried Sonya. "I cant leave it
like this. This secret correspondence... How could you let him go so
far?" she went on, with a horror and disgust she could hardly conceal.
"I told you that I have no will," Natasha replied. "Why cant you
understand? I love him!"
"Then I wont let it come to that... I shall tell!" cried Sonya,
bursting into tears.
"What do you mean? For Gods sake... If you tell, you are my enemy!"
declared Natasha. "You want me to be miserable, you want us to be
When she saw Natashas fright, Sonya shed tears of shame and pity
for her friend.
"But what has happened between you?" she asked. "What has he said to
you? Why doesnt he come to the house?"
Natasha did not answer her questions.
"For Gods sake, Sonya, dont tell anyone, dont torture me,"
Natasha entreated. "Remember no one ought to interfere in such
matters! I have confided in you...."
"But why this secrecy? Why doesnt he come to the house?" asked
Sonya. "Why doesnt he openly ask for your hand? You know Prince
Andrew gave you complete freedom--if it is really so; but I dont
believe it! Natasha, have you considered what these secret reasons can
Natasha looked at Sonya with astonishment. Evidently this question
presented itself to her mind for the first time and she did not know
how to answer it.
"I dont know what the reasons are. But there must be reasons!"
Sonya sighed and shook her head incredulously.
"If there were reasons..." she began.
But Natasha, guessing her doubts, interrupted her in alarm.
"Sonya, one cant doubt him! One cant, one cant! Dont you
understand?" she cried.
"Does he love you?"
"Does he love me?" Natasha repeated with
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