Chapter 9

           

           ChristmascameandexceptfortheceremonialMass,thesolemnandwearisomeChristmascongratulationsfromneighborsandservants,andthenewdresseseveryoneputon,therewerenospecialfestivities,thoughthecalmfrostoftwentydegreesRéaumur,thedazzlingsunshinebyday,andthestarlightofthewinternightsseemedtocallforsomespecialcelebrationoftheseason.

           OnthethirddayofChristmasweek,afterthemiddaydinner,alltheinmatesofthehousedispersedtovariousrooms.Itwasthedullesttimeoftheday.Nicholas,whohadbeenvisitingsomeneighborsthatmorning,wasasleeponthesitting-roomsofa.Theoldcountwasrestinginhisstudy.Sónyasatinthedrawingroomattheroundtable,copyingadesignforembroidery.Thecountesswasplayingpatience.NastásyaIvánovnathebuffoonsatwithasadfaceatthewindowwithtwooldladies.Natáshacameintotheroom,wentuptoSónya,glancedatwhatshewasdoing,andthenwentuptohermotherandstoodwithoutspeaking.

           “Whyareyouwanderingaboutlikeanoutcast?”askedhermother.“Whatdoyouwant?”

           “Him...Iwanthim...now,thisminute!Iwanthim!”saidNatásha,withglitteringeyesandnosignofasmile.

           Thecountessliftedherheadandlookedattentivelyatherdaughter.

           “Don’tlookatme,Mamma!Don’tlook;Ishallcrydirectly.”

           “Sitdownwithmealittle,”saidthecountess.

           “Mamma,Iwanthim.WhyshouldIbewastedlikethis,Mamma?”

           Hervoicebroke,tearsgushedfromhereyes,andsheturnedquicklytohidethemandlefttheroom.

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