Война и мир

Chapter 17

           Natáshacontinuedtolookathimintentlywithbright,attentive,andanimatedeyes,asiftryingtounderstandsomethingmorewhichhehadperhapsleftuntold.Pierreinshamefacedandhappyconfusionglancedoccasionallyather,andtriedtothinkwhattosaynexttointroduceafreshsubject.PrincessMarywassilent.Itoccurredtononeofthemthatitwasthreeo’clockandtimetogotobed.

           “Peoplespeakofmisfortunesandsufferings,”remarkedPierre,“butifatthismomentIwereasked:‘Wouldyouratherbewhatyouwerebeforeyouweretakenprisoner,orgothroughallthisagain?’thenforheaven’ssakeletmeagainhavecaptivityandhorseflesh!Weimaginethatwhenwearethrownoutofourusualrutsallislost,butitisonlythenthatwhatisnewandgoodbegins.Whilethereislifethereishappiness.Thereismuch,muchbeforeus.Isaythistoyou,”headded,turningtoNatásha.

           “Yes,yes,”shesaid,answeringsomethingquitedifferent.“Itooshouldwishnothingbuttoreliveitallfromthebeginning.”

           Pierrelookedintentlyather.

           “Yes,andnothingmore,”saidNatásha.

           “It’snottrue,nottrue!”criedPierre.“Iamnottoblameforbeingaliveandwishingtolive—noryoueither.”

           SuddenlyNatáshabentherhead,coveredherfacewithherhands,andbegantocry.

           “Whatisit,Natásha?”saidPrincessMary.

           “Nothing,nothing.”ShesmiledatPierrethroughhertears.“Goodnight!Itistimeforbed.”

           Pierreroseandtookhisleave.

           PrincessMaryandNatáshametasusualinthebedroom.TheytalkedofwhatPierrehadtoldthem.

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