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"Mamma, tell us what happened to you in the barn." Pelageya Danilovna smiled. "Oh, I've forgotten..." she replied. "But none of you would go?" "Yes, I will; Pelageya Danilovna, let me! I'll go," said Sonya. "Well, why not, if you're not afraid?" "Louisa Ivanovna, may I?" asked Sonya.
Sonya did not succumb to the tender tone Natasha used toward her. The more emotional and ingratiating the expression of Natasha's face became, the more serious and stern grew Sonya's. "Natasha," said she, "you asked me not to speak to you, and I haven't spoken, but now you yourself have begun. I don't trust him, Natasha. Why this secrecy?" "Again, again!" interrupted Natasha.
"If you are refusing for my sake, I am afraid that I..." Sonya again interrupted. She gave him an imploring, frightened look. "Nicholas, don't tell me that!" she said. "No, but I must. It may be arrogant of me, but still it is best to say it. If you refuse him on my account, I must tell you the whole truth. I love you, and I think I love you more than anyone else...."
Of course Nona had told her two friends of Sonya's arrest, but had not been able to go into the details of the story, nor had she mentioned her own intentions. Very possibly both the girls would disapprove, as Lieutenant Orlaff had done, of her becoming more closely involved with Sonya Valesky's history. Fortunately Mildred appeared at the door without further delay.
They had both been allowed to go away to college. It was in school that they imbibed their revolutionary ideas. No wonder that their families never forgave them! Sonya was dressed and sitting in her chair the day when the summons finally came for her arrest. It was Nona Davis in her nurse's Red Cross costume who opened the door for the two men in uniform.
But Serebriakof soon gets tired of the country; besides, he thinks that the doctor a friend of the family who is taking care of him does not understand his sickness, and he begins to mistrust him. He wants to go away, to travel, in order to recover his health, and, in order to make money, he proposes to sell the estate, which legally belongs to Sonya, the daughter of his first wife.
Nicholas and Denisov rose, asked for their pipes, smoked, went to fetch more tea from Sonya who sat weary but resolute at the samovar and questioned Pierre.
The count sat in the ballroom, smiling radiantly and applauding the players. The young people had disappeared. Half an hour later there appeared among the other mummers in the ballroom an old lady in a hooped skirt this was Nicholas. A Turkish girl was Petya. A clown was Dimmler. An hussar was Natasha, and a Circassian was Sonya with burnt-cork mustache and eyebrows.
Lentilov's incomprehensible utterances, and the way he was always whispering with Volodya, and the way Volodya seemed now to be always thinking about something instead of playing . . . all this was strange and mysterious. And the two elder girls, Katya and Sonya, began to keep a sharp look-out on the boys.
When they prayed for all traveling by land and sea, she remembered Prince Andrew, prayed for him, and asked God to forgive her all the wrongs she had done him. When they prayed for those who love us, she prayed for the members of her own family, her father and mother and Sonya, realizing for the first time how wrongly she had acted toward them, and feeling all the strength of her love for them.
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