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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Ah, Sonya, if you only knew how happy I am!" cried Natasha. "You don't 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 don't understand anything! Don't talk nonsense, just listen!" said Natasha, with momentary vexation.
He was pointedly attentive to Sonya and looked at her in such a way that not only could she not bear his glances without coloring, but even the old countess and Natasha blushed when they saw his looks. It was evident that this strange, strong man was under the irresistible influence of the dark, graceful girl who loved another.
He had a childish desire to explain, but he conquered it and hurried away. Some day, if not now, Sonya would understand. What he himself did not understand was the long stride he had taken in the moment when he felt and resented her unspoken criticism. Heretofore his attitude had been one of expressed and sincere indifference to the opinions others held of him.
After a few days they grew accustomed to him, and without restraint in his presence pursued their usual way of life, in which he took his part. He could talk about rural economy with the count, fashions with the countess and Natasha, and about albums and fancywork with Sonya.
Nona did not go with them, as Sonya did not appear to be well and she did not wish to leave her. So she sent a message of explanation to the Countess Amélie, saying that she hoped to be able to call upon her very soon. It chanced that Sonya did not know of Nona's decision. She was lying down when the girls went away and believed she had the little house to herself.
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, that's plain!
"And you?" he asked Dolokhov, but as soon as he had asked the question he noticed that it should not have been put. "Perhaps," coldly and angrily replied Dolokhov, glancing at Sonya, and, scowling, he gave Nicholas just such a look as he had given Pierre at the Club dinner.
Nevertheless she was the best person to whom to make a request. "But what connection have you with Sonya Valesky? Why should you not be willing to leave her to her fate?" Lieutenant Orlaff had to ask the second time before Nona heard him. "You have done what you could in nursing her through a dangerous illness; friendship could expect nothing more.
"You sit down now, Sonya. You absolutely must, tonight! Do it for me.... Today I feel so frightened!" Sonya sat down before the glasses, got the right position, and began looking. "Now, Miss Sonya is sure to see something," whispered Dunyasha; "while you do nothing but laugh." Sonya heard this and Natasha's whisper: "I know she will. She saw something last year."
What was new in them was a certain uneasiness and occasional discord, which there used not to be, and which, as Nicholas soon found out, was due to the bad state of their affairs. Sonya was nearly twenty; she had stopped growing prettier and promised nothing more than she was already, but that was enough.
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