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第310章onreachinghome,theyoungladiestoldthecountesshowtheyhadspentthetimeatthemelyukov’s,andthenwenttotheirroom.theychangedtheirdresses,butwithoutwashingofftheirmoustaches,satforalongwhiletalkingoftheirhappiness.theytalkedofhowtheywouldlivewhentheyweremarried,howtheirhusbandswouldbefriends,andtheywouldbehappy.looking-glasseswerestandingonnatasha’stable,setthereearlierintheeveningbydunyasha,andarrangedinthetraditionalwayforlookingintothefuture.

“onlywhenwillthatbe？i’msoafraiditneverwillbe.…itwouldbetoohappy！”saidnatasha,gettingupandgoingtothelooking-glasses.

“sitdown,natasha,perhapsyouwillseehim,”saidsonya.

natashalightedthecandlesandsatdown.“idoseesomeonewithamoustache,”saidnatasha,seeingherownface.

“youmustn’tlaugh,miss,”saiddunyasha.

withtheassistanceofsonyaandthemaid,natashagotthemirrorsintothecorrectposition.herfacetookaseriousexpression,andshewassilent.foralongwhileshewentonsitting,watchingtheseriesofretreatingcandlesreflectedinthelooking-glasses,andexpecting（inaccordancewiththetalesshehadheard）atoneminutetoseeacoffin,atthenexttoseehim,princeandrey,inthefurthest,dimmest,indistinctsquare.butreadyasshewastoaccepttheslightestblurastheformofamanorofacoffin,shesawnothing.shebegantoblink,andmovedawayfromthelooking-glass.

“whyisitotherpeopleseethingsandineverseeanything？”shesaid.“come,yousitdown,sonya;to-dayyoureallymust.onlylookforme…ifeelsofullofdreadto-day！”

sonyasatdowntothelooking-glass,gotthecorrectposition,andbeganlooking.

“youwillsee,sonyaalexandrovnawillbesuretoseesomething,”whispereddunyasha,“youalwayslaugh.”

sonyaheardthesewords,andheardnatashasayinawhisper：“yes,iknowshe’llseesomething;shesawsomethinglastyeartoo.”forthreeminutesallweremute.

“sureto！”whisperednatasha,anddidnotfinish.…allatoncesonyadrewbackfromtheglassshewasholdingandputherhandoverhereyes.“onatasha！”shesaid.“seensomething？seensomething？whatdidyousee？”criednatasha,supportingthelooking-glass.sonyahadseennothing.shewasjustmeaningtoblinkandtogetup,whensheheardnatasha’svoicesay：“sureto！”…shedidnotwanttodeceiveeitherdunyashaornatasha,andwaswearyofsittingthere.shedidnotknowherselfhowandwhythatexclamationhadbrokenfromherasshecoveredhereyes.

“didyouseehim？”askednatasha,clutchingherbythehand.

“yes.waitabit.…i…didseehim,”sonyacouldnothelpsaying,notyetsurewhetherbyhimnatashameantnikolayorandrey.“whynotsayisawsomething？otherpeopleseethings！andwhocantellwhetherihaveorhavenot？”flashedthroughsonya’smind.

“yes,isawhim,”shesaid.

“howwasit？how？standingorlyingdown？”

“no,isaw…atfirsttherewasnothing;thenisawhimlyingdown.”

“andreylyingdown？isheill？”natashaasked,fixingeyesofterroronherfriend.

“no,onthecontrary—onthecontrary,hisfacewascheerful,andheturnedtome”;andatthemomentshewassayingthis,itseemedtoherselfthatshereallyhadseenwhatshedescribed.

“well,andthen,sonya？…”

“thenicouldmakeoutmore;somethingblueandred.…”

“sonya,whenwillhecomeback？whenshalliseehim？mygod！ifeelsofrightenedforhim,andforme,andfrightenedforeverything…”criednatasha;andansweringnotawordtosonya’sattemptstocomforther,shegotintobed,andlongafterthecandlehadbeenputoutshelaywithwide-openeyesmotionlessonthebed,staringintothefrostymoonlightthroughthefrozenwindow-panes.