Война и мир

Chapter 22

           

           “Wewon’tspeakofit,mydear—I’lltellhimeverything;butonethingIbegofyou,considermeyourfriendandifyouwanthelp,advice,orsimplytoopenyourhearttosomeone—notnow,butwhenyourmindisclearer—thinkofme!”Hetookherhandandkissedit.“Ishallbehappyifit’sinmypower...”

           Pierregrewconfused.

           “Don’tspeaktomelikethat.Iamnotworthit!”exclaimedNatáshaandturnedtoleavetheroom,butPierreheldherhand.

           Heknewhehadsomethingmoretosaytoher.Butwhenhesaidithewasamazedathisownwords.

           “Stop,stop!Youhaveyourwholelifebeforeyou,”saidhetoher.

           “Beforeme?No!Allisoverforme,”sherepliedwithshameandself-abasement.

           “Allover?”herepeated.“IfIwerenotmyself,butthehandsomest,cleverest,andbestmanintheworld,andwerefree,Iwouldthismomentaskonmykneesforyourhandandyourlove!”

           ForthefirsttimeformanydaysNatáshawepttearsofgratitudeandtenderness,andglancingatPierreshewentoutoftheroom.

           Pierretoowhenshehadgonealmostranintotheanteroom,restrainingtearsoftendernessandjoythatchokedhim,andwithoutfindingthesleevesofhisfurcloakthrewitonandgotintohissleigh.

           “Wheretonow,yourexcellency?”askedthecoachman.

           “Whereto?”Pierreaskedhimself.“WherecanIgonow?SurelynottotheClubortopaycalls?”Allmenseemedsopitiful,sopoor,incomparisonwiththisfeelingoftendernessandloveheexperienced:incomparisonwiththatsoftened,grateful,lastlookshehadgivenhimthroughhertears

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