"Well，Mamma？……Well？……"
"Go，gotohim。Heisaskingforyourhand，"saidthecountess，coldlyitseemedtoNatasha。"Go……go，"saidthemother，sadlyandreproachfully，withadeepsigh，asherdaughterranaway。
Natashaneverrememberedhowsheenteredthedrawingroom。Whenshecameinandsawhimshepaused。"Isitpossiblethatthisstrangerhasnowbecomeeverythingtome？"sheaskedherself，andimmediatelyanswered，"Yes，everything！Healoneisnowdearertomethaneverythingintheworld。"PrinceAndrewcameuptoherwithdowncasteyes。
"IhavelovedyoufromtheveryfirstmomentIsawyou。MayIhope？"
Helookedatherandwasstruckbytheseriousimpassionedexpressionofherface。Herfacesaid："Whyask？Whydoubtwhatyoucannotbutknow？Whyspeak，whenwordscannotexpresswhatonefeels？"
Shedrewneartohimandstopped。Hetookherhandandkissedit。
"Doyouloveme？"
"Yes，yes！"Natashamurmuredasifinvexation。Thenshesighedloudlyand，catchingherbreathmoreandmorequickly，begantosob。
"Whatisit？What’sthematter？"
"Oh，Iamsohappy！"shereplied，smiledthroughhertears，bentoverclosertohim，pausedforaninstantasifaskingherselfwhethershemight，andthenkissedhim。
PrinceAndrewheldherhands，lookedintohereyes，anddidnotfindinhishearthisformerloveforher。Somethinginhimhadsuddenlychanged；therewasnolongertheformerpoeticandmysticcharmofdesire，buttherewaspityforherfeminineandchildishweakness，fearatherdevotionandtrustfulness，andanoppressiveyetjoyfulsenseofthedutythatnowboundhimtoherforever。Thepresentfeeling，thoughnotsobrightandpoeticastheformer，wasstrongerandmoreserious。
"Didyourmothertellyouthatitcannotbeforayear？"askedPrinceAndrew，stilllookingintohereyes。
"IsitpossiblethatI—the’chitofagirl，’aseverybodycalledme，"thoughtNatasha—"isitpossiblethatIamnowtobethewifeandtheequalofthisstrange，dear，clevermanwhomevenmyfatherlooksupto？Canitbetrue？Canitbetruethattherecanbenomoreplayingwithlife，thatnowIamgrownup，thatonmenowliesaresponsibilityformyeverywordanddeed？Yes，butwhatdidheaskme？"
"No，"shereplied，butshehadnotunderstoodhisquestion。
"Forgiveme！"hesaid。"Butyouaresoyoung，andIhavealreadybeenthroughsomuchinlife。Iamafraidforyou，youdonotyetknowyourself。"
Natashalistenedwithconcentratedattention，tryingbutfailingtotakeinthemeaningofhiswords。
"Hardasthisyearwhichdelaysmyhappinesswillbe，"continuedPrinceAndrew，"itwillgiveyoutimetobesureofyourself。Iaskyoutomakemehappyinayear，butyouarefree：ourengagementshallremainasecret，andshouldyoufindthatyoudonotloveme，orshouldyoucometolove……"saidPrinceAndrewwithanunnaturalsmile。
"Whydoyousaythat？"Natashainterruptedhim。"YouknowthatfromtheverydayyoufirstcametoOtradnoeIhavelovedyou，"shecried，quiteconvincedthatshespokethetruth。
"Inayearyouwilllearntoknowyourself……"
"Awholeyear！"Natasharepeatedsuddenly，onlynowrealizingthatthemarriagewastobepostponedforayear。"Butwhyayear？Whyayear？……"
PrinceAndrewbegantoexplaintoherthereasonsforthisdelay。
Natashadidnothearhim。
"Andcan’titbehelped？"sheasked。PrinceAndrewdidnotreply，buthisfaceexpressedtheimpossibilityofalteringthatdecision。
"It’sawful！Oh，it’sawful！awful！"Natashasuddenlycried，andagainburstintosobs。"Ishalldie，waitingayear：it’simpossible，it’sawful！"Shelookedintoherlover’sfaceandsawinitalookofcommiserationandperplexity。
"No，no！I’lldoanything！"shesaid，suddenlycheckinghertears。
"Iamsohappy。"
Thefatherandmothercameintotheroomandgavethebetrothedcoupletheirblessing。
FromthatdayPrinceAndrewbegantofrequenttheRostovs’asNatasha’saffiancedlover。
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NobetrothalceremonytookplaceandNatasha’sengagementtoBolkonskiwasnotannounced；PrinceAndrewinsistedonthat。Hesaidthatashewasresponsibleforthedelayheoughttobearthewholeburdenofit；thathehadgivenhiswordandboundhimselfforever，butthathedidnotwishtobindNatashaandgaveherperfectfreedom。
Ifaftersixmonthsshefeltthatshedidnotlovehimshewouldhavefullrighttorejecthim。NaturallyneitherNatashanorherparentswishedtohearofthis，butPrinceAndrewwasfirm。HecameeverydaytotheRostovs’，butdidnotbehavetoNatashaasanaffiancedlover：hedidnotusethefamiliarthou，butsaidyoutoher，andkissedonlyherhand。Aftertheirengagement，quitedifferent，intimate，andnaturalrelationssprangupbetweenthem。
Itwasasiftheyhadnotknowneachothertillnow。Bothlikedtorecallhowtheyhadregardedeachotherwhenasyettheywerenothingtooneanother；theyfeltthemselvesnowquitedifferentbeings：thentheywereartificial，nownaturalandsincere。AtfirstthefamilyfeltsomeconstraintinintercoursewithPrinceAndrew；
heseemedamanfromanotherworld，andforalongtimeNatashatrainedthefamilytogetusedtohim，proudlyassuringthemallthatheonlyappearedtobedifferent，butwasreallyjustlikeallofthem，andthatshewasnotafraidofhimandnooneelseoughttobe。Afterafewdaystheygrewaccustomedtohim，andwithoutrestraintinhispresencepursuedtheirusualwayoflife，inwhichhetookhispart。Hecouldtalkaboutruraleconomywiththecount，fashionswiththecountessandNatasha，andaboutalbumsandfancyworkwithSonya。Sometimesthehouseholdbothamongthemselvesandinhispresenceexpressedtheirwonderathowithadallhappened，andattheevidentomenstherehadbeenofit：PrinceAndrew’scomingtoOtradnoeandtheircomingtoPetersburg，andthelikenessbetweenNatashaandPrinceAndrewwhichhernursehadnoticedonhisfirstvisit，andAndrew’sencounterwithNicholasin1805，andmanyotherincidentsbetokeningthatithadtobe。
Inthehousethatpoeticdullnessandquietreignedwhichalwaysaccompaniesthepresenceofabetrothedcouple。Oftenwhenallsittingtogethereveryonekeptsilent。Sometimestheotherswouldgetupandgoawayandthecouple，leftalone，stillremainedsilent。Theyrarelyspokeoftheirfuturelife。PrinceAndrewwasafraidandashamedtospeakofit。Natashasharedthisasshedidallhisfeelings，whichsheconstantlydivined。Onceshebeganquestioninghimabouthisson。PrinceAndrewblushed，asheoftendidnow—Natashaparticularlylikeditinhim—andsaidthathissonwouldnotlivewiththem。
"Whynot？"askedNatashainafrightenedtone。
"Icannottakehimawayfromhisgrandfather，andbesides……"
"HowIshouldhavelovedhim！"saidNatasha，immediatelyguessinghisthought；"butIknowyouwishtoavoidanypretextforfindingfaultwithus。"
Sometimestheoldcountwouldcomeup，kissPrinceAndrew，andaskhisadviceaboutPetya’seducationorNicholas’service。Theoldcountesssighedasshelookedatthem；Sonyawasalwaysgettingfrightenedlestsheshouldbeinthewayandtriedtofindexcusesforleavingthemalone，evenwhentheydidnotwishit。WhenPrinceAndrewspokehecouldtellastoryverywell，Natashalistenedtohimwithpride；whenshespokeshenoticedwithfearandjoythathegazedattentivelyandscrutinizinglyather。Sheaskedherselfinperplexity："Whatdoeshelookforinme？Heistryingtodiscoversomethingbylookingatme！Whatifwhatheseeksinmeisnotthere？"
Sometimesshefellintooneofthemad，merrymoodscharacteristicofher，andthensheparticularlylovedtohearandseehowPrinceAndrewlaughed。Heseldomlaughed，butwhenhedidheabandonedhimselfentirelytohislaughter，andaftersuchalaughshealwaysfeltnearertohim。Natashawouldhavebeencompletelyhappyifthethoughtoftheseparationawaitingheranddrawingnearhadnotterrifiedher，justasthemerethoughtofitmadehimturnpaleandcold。
OntheeveofhisdeparturefromPetersburgPrinceAndrewbroughtwithhimPierre，whohadnotbeentotheRostovs’oncesincetheball。
Pierreseemeddisconcertedandembarrassed。Hewastalkingtothecountess，andNatashasatdownbesidealittlechesstablewithSonya，therebyinvitingPrinceAndrewtocometoo。Hedidso。
"YouhaveknownBezukhovalongtime？"heasked。"Doyoulikehim？"
"Yes，he’sadear，butveryabsurd。"
AndasusualwhenspeakingofPierre，shebegantotellanecdotesofhisabsent—mindedness，someofwhichhadevenbeeninventedabouthim。
"DoyouknowIhaveentrustedhimwithoursecret？Ihaveknownhimfromchildhood。Hehasaheartofgold。Ibegyou，Natalie，"
PrinceAndrewsaidwithsuddenseriousness—"Iamgoingawayandheavenknowswhatmayhappen。Youmayceaseto……allright，IknowIamnottosaythat。Onlythis，then：whatevermayhappentoyouwhenIamnothere……"
"Whatcanhappen？"
"Whatevertroublemaycome，"PrinceAndrewcontinued，"Ibegyou，MademoiselleSophie，whatevermayhappen，toturntohimaloneforadviceandhelp！Heisamostabsent—mindedandabsurdfellow，buthehasaheartofgold。"
Neitherherfather，norhermother，norSonya，norPrinceAndrewhimselfcouldhaveforeseenhowtheseparationfromherloverwouldactonNatasha。Flushedandagitatedshewentaboutthehouseallthatday，dry—eyed，occupiedwithmosttrivialmattersasifnotunderstandingwhatawaitedher。Shedidnotevencrywhen，ontakingleave，hekissedherhandforthelasttime。"Don’tgo！"shesaidinatonethatmadehimwonderwhetherhereallyoughtnottostayandwhichherememberedlongafterwards。Nordidshecrywhenhewasgone；
butforseveraldaysshesatinherroomdry—eyed，takingnointerestinanythingandonlysayingnowandthen，"Oh，whydidhegoaway？"
Butafortnightafterhisdeparture，tothesurpriseofthosearoundher，sherecoveredfromhermentalsicknessjustassuddenlyandbecameheroldselfagain，butwithachangeinhermoralphysiognomy，asachildgetsupafteralongillnesswithachangedexpressionofface。
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Duringthatyearafterhisson’sdeparture，PrinceNicholasBolkonski’shealthandtemperbecamemuchworse。Hegrewstillmoreirritable，anditwasPrincessMarywhogenerallyborethebruntofhisfrequentfitsofunprovokedanger。Heseemedcarefullytoseekouthertenderspotssoastotorturehermentallyasharshlyaspossible。
PrincessMaryhadtwopassionsandconsequentlytwojoys—hernephew，littleNicholas，andreligion—andthesewerethefavoritesubjectsoftheprince’sattacksandridicule。Whateverwasspokenofhewouldbringroundtothesuperstitiousnessofoldmaids，orthepettingandspoilingofchildren。"Youwanttomakehim"—littleNicholas—"intoanoldmaidlikeyourself！Apity！PrinceAndrewwantsasonandnotanoldmaid，"hewouldsay。Or，turningtoMademoiselleBourienne，hewouldaskherinPrincessMary’spresencehowshelikedourvillagepriestsandiconsandwouldjokeaboutthem。
HecontinuallyhurtPrincessMary’sfeelingsandtormentedher，butitcosthernoefforttoforgivehim。Couldhebetoblametowardher，orcouldherfather，whomsheknewlovedherinspiteofitall，beunjust？Andwhatisjustice？Theprincessneverthoughtofthatproudword"justice。"Allthecomplexlawsofmancenteredforherinoneclearandsimplelaw—thelawofloveandself—sacrificetaughtusbyHimwholovinglysufferedformankindthoughHeHimselfwasGod。Whathadshetodowiththejusticeorinjusticeofotherpeople？Shehadtoendureandlove，andthatshedid。
DuringthewinterPrinceAndrewhadcometoBaldHillsandhadbeengay，gentle，andmoreaffectionatethanPrincessMaryhadknownhimforalongtimepast。Shefeltthatsomethinghadhappenedtohim，buthesaidnothingtoherabouthislove。Beforehelefthehadalongtalkwithhisfatheraboutsomething，andPrincessMarynoticedthatbeforehisdeparturetheyweredissatisfiedwithoneanother。
SoonafterPrinceAndrewhadgone，PrincessMarywrotetoherfriendJulieKaraginainPetersburg，whomshehaddreamedasallgirlsdreamofmarryingtoherbrother，andwhowasatthattimeinmourningforherownbrother，killedinTurkey。
Sorrow，itseems，isourcommonlot，mydear，tenderfriendJulie。
YourlossissoterriblethatIcanonlyexplainittomyselfasaspecialprovidenceofGodwho，lovingyou，wishestotryyouandyourexcellentmother。Oh，myfriend！Religion，andreligionalone，can—Iwillnotsaycomfortus—butsaveusfromdespair。Religionalonecanexplaintouswhatwithoutitshelpmancannotcomprehend：
why，forwhatcause，kindandnoblebeingsabletofindhappinessinlife—notmerelyharmingnoonebutnecessarytothehappinessofothers—arecalledawaytoGod，whilecruel，useless，harmfulpersons，orsuchasareaburdentothemselvesandtoothers，areleftliving。ThefirstdeathIsaw，andoneIshallneverforget—thatofmydearsister—in—law—leftthatimpressiononme。Justasyouaskdestinywhyyoursplendidbrotherhadtodie，soIaskedwhythatangelLise，whonotonlyneverwrongedanyone，butinwhosesoultherewereneveranyunkindthoughts，hadtodie。Andwhatdoyouthink，dearfriend？Fiveyearshavepassedsincethen，andalreadyI，withmypettyunderstanding，begintoseeclearlywhyshehadtodie，andinwhatwaythatdeathwasbutanexpressionoftheinfinitegoodnessoftheCreator，whoseeveryaction，thoughgenerallyincomprehensibletous，isbutamanifestationofHisinfiniteloveforHiscreatures。Perhaps，Ioftenthink，shewastooangelicallyinnocenttohavethestrengthtoperformallamother’sduties。Asayoungwifeshewasirreproachable；perhapsshecouldnothavebeensoasamother。Asitis，notonlyhassheleftus，andparticularlyPrinceAndrew，withthepurestregretsandmemories，butprobablyshewilltherereceiveaplaceIdarenothopeformyself。Butnottospeakofheralone，thatearlyandterribledeathhashadthemostbeneficentinfluenceonmeandonmybrotherinspiteofallourgrief。Then，atthemomentofourloss，thesethoughtscouldnotoccurtome；Ishouldthenhavedismissedthemwithhorror，butnowtheyareveryclearandcertain。Iwriteallthistoyou，dearfriend，onlytoconvinceyouoftheGospeltruthwhichhasbecomeformeaprincipleoflife：notasinglehairofourheadswillfallwithoutHiswill。AndHiswillisgovernedonlybyinfiniteloveforus，andsowhateverbefallsusisforourgood。
YouaskwhetherweshallspendnextwinterinMoscow。Inspiteofmywishtoseeyou，Idonotthinksoanddonotwanttodoso。YouwillbesurprisedtohearthatthereasonforthisisBuonaparte！
Thecaseisthis：myfather’shealthisgrowingnoticeablyworse，hecannotstandanycontradictionandisbecomingirritable。Thisirritabilityis，asyouknow，chieflydirectedtopoliticalquestions。
HecannotendurethenotionthatBuonaparteisnegotiatingonequaltermswithallthesovereignsofEuropeandparticularlywithourown，thegrandsonoftheGreatCatherine！Asyouknow，Iamquiteindifferenttopolitics，butfrommyfather’sremarksandhistalkswithMichaelIvanovichIknowallthatgoesonintheworldandespeciallyaboutthehonorsconferredonBuonaparte，whoonlyatBaldHillsinthewholeworld，itseems，isnotacceptedasagreatman，stilllessasEmperorofFrance。Andmyfathercannotstandthis。
ItseemstomethatitischieflybecauseofhispoliticalviewsthatmyfatherisreluctanttospeakofgoingtoMoscow；forheforeseestheencountersthatwouldresultfromhiswayofexpressinghisviewsregardlessofanybody。AllthebenefithemightderivefromacourseoftreatmenthewouldloseasaresultofthedisputesaboutBuonapartewhichwouldbeinevitable。Inanycaseitwillbedecidedveryshortly。
OurfamilylifegoesonintheoldwayexceptformybrotherAndrew’sabsence。He，asIwroteyoubefore，haschangedverymuchoflate。Afterhissorrowheonlythisyearquiterecoveredhisspirits。HehasagainbecomeasIusedtoknowhimwhenachild：kind，affectionate，withthatheartofgoldtowhichIknownoequal。Hehasrealized，itseemstome，thatlifeisnotoverforhim。Buttogetherwiththismentalchangehehasgrownphysicallymuchweaker。Hehasbecomethinnerandmorenervous。Iamanxiousabouthimandgladheistakingthistripabroadwhichthedoctorsrecommendedlongago。Ihopeitwillcurehim。YouwritethatinPetersburgheisspokenofasoneofthemostactive，cultivated，andcapableoftheyoungmen。Forgivemyvanityasarelation，butIneverdoubtedit。
Thegoodhehasdonetoeverybodyhere，fromhispeasantsuptothegentry，isincalculable。OnhisarrivalinPetersburghereceivedonlyhisdue。IalwayswonderatthewayrumorsflyfromPetersburgtoMoscow，especiallysuchfalseonesasthatyouwriteabout—Imeanthereportofmybrother’sbetrothaltothelittleRostova。Idonotthinkmybrotherwillevermarryagain，andcertainlynother；andthisiswhy：first，Iknowthatthoughherarelyspeaksaboutthewifehehaslost，thegriefofthatlosshasgonetoodeepinhisheartforhimevertodecidetogiveherasuccessorandourlittleangelastepmother。Secondlybecause，asfarasIknow，thatgirlisnotthekindofgirlwhocouldpleasePrinceAndrew。Idonotthinkhewouldchooseherforawife，andfranklyIdonotwishit。ButIamrunningontoolongandamattheendofmysecondsheet。Good—by，mydearfriend。MayGodkeepyouinHisholyandmightycare。Mydearfriend，MademoiselleBourienne，sendsyoukisses。
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InthemiddleofthesummerPrincessMaryreceivedanunexpectedletterfromPrinceAndrewinSwitzerlandinwhichhegaveherstrangeandsurprisingnews。HeinformedherofhisengagementtoNatashaRostova。Thewholeletterbreathedlovingraptureforhisbetrothedandtenderandconfidingaffectionforhissister。Hewrotethathehadneverlovedashedidnowandthatonlynowdidheunderstandandknowwhatlifewas。HeaskedhissistertoforgivehimfornothavingtoldherofhisresolvewhenhehadlastvisitedBaldHills，thoughhehadspokenofittohisfather。HehadnotdonesoforfearPrincessMaryshouldaskherfathertogivehisconsent，irritatinghimandhavingtobearthebruntofhisdispleasurewithoutattainingherobject。"Besides，"hewrote，"thematterwasnotthensodefinitelysettledasitisnow。Myfathertheninsistedonadelayofayearandnowalreadysixmonths，halfofthatperiod，havepassed，andmyresolutionisfirmerthanever。IfthedoctorsdidnotkeepmehereatthespasIshouldbebackinRussia，butasitisIhavetopostponemyreturnforthreemonths。YouknowmeandmyrelationswithFather。Iwantnothingfromhim。Ihavebeenandalwaysshallbeindependent；buttogoagainsthiswillandarousehisanger，nowthathemayperhapsremainwithussuchashorttime，woulddestroyhalfmyhappiness。Iamnowwritingtohimaboutthesamequestion，andbegyoutochooseagoodmomenttohandhimtheletterandtoletmeknowhowhelooksatthewholematterandwhetherthereishopethathemayconsenttoreducethetermbyfourmonths。"
Afterlonghesitations，doubts，andprayers，PrincessMarygavethelettertoherfather。Thenextdaytheoldprincesaidtoherquietly：
"WriteandtellyourbrothertowaittillIamdead……Itwon’tbelong—Ishallsoonsethimfree。"
Theprincesswasabouttoreply，butherfatherwouldnotletherspeakand，raisinghisvoicemoreandmore，cried：
"Marry，marry，myboy！……Agoodfamily！……Cleverpeople，eh？Rich，eh？Yes，anicestepmotherlittleNicholaswillhave！Writeandtellhimthathemaymarrytomorrowifhelikes。ShewillbelittleNicholas’stepmotherandI’llmarryBourienne！……Ha，ha，ha！Hemustn’tbewithoutastepmothereither！Onlyonething，nomorewomenarewantedinmyhouse—lethimmarryandlivebyhimself。
Perhapsyouwillgoandlivewithhimtoo？"headded，turningtoPrincessMary。"Goinheavensname！Gooutintothefrost……thefrost……thefrost！
Afterthisoutbursttheprincedidnotspeakanymoreaboutthematter。Butrepressedvexationathisson’spoor—spiritedbehaviorfoundexpressioninhistreatmentofhisdaughter。Tohisformerpretextsforironyafreshonewasnowadded—allusionstostepmothersandamiabilitiestoMademoiselleBourienne。
"Whyshouldn’tImarryher？"heaskedhisdaughter。"She’llmakeasplendidprincess！"
Andlatterly，tohersurpriseandbewilderment，PrincessMarynoticedthatherfatherwasreallyassociatingmoreandmorewiththeFrenchwoman。ShewrotetoPrinceAndrewaboutthereceptionofhisletter，butcomfortedhimwithhopesofreconcilingtheirfathertotheidea。
LittleNicholasandhiseducation，herbrotherAndrew，andreligionwerePrincessMary’sjoysandconsolations；butbesidesthat，sinceeveryonemusthavepersonalhopes，PrincessMaryintheprofoundestdepthsofherhearthadahiddendreamandhopethatsuppliedthechiefconsolationofherlife。ThiscomfortingdreamandhopeweregivenherbyGod’sfolk—thehalf—wittedandotherpilgrimswhovisitedherwithouttheprince’sknowledge。Thelongershelived，themoreexperienceandobservationshehadoflife，thegreaterwasherwonderattheshort—sightednessofmenwhoseekenjoymentandhappinesshereonearth：toiling，suffering，struggling，andharmingoneanother，toobtainthatimpossible，visionary，sinfulhappiness。PrinceAndrewhadlovedhiswife，shedied，butthatwasnotenough：hewantedtobindhishappinesstoanotherwoman。
HerfatherobjectedtothisbecausehewantedamoredistinguishedandwealthiermatchforAndrew。Andtheyallstruggledandsufferedandtormentedoneanotherandinjuredtheirsouls，theireternalsouls，fortheattainmentofbenefitswhichendurebutforaninstant。Notonlydoweknowthisourselves，butChrist，theSonofGod，camedowntoearthandtoldusthatthislifeisbutforamomentandisaprobation；yetweclingtoitandthinktofindhappinessinit。
"Howisitthatnoonerealizesthis？"thoughtPrincessMary。"NooneexceptthesedespisedGod’sfolkwho，walletonback，cometomebythebackdoor，afraidofbeingseenbytheprince，notforfearofill—usagebyhimbutforfearofcausinghimtosin。Toleavefamily，home，andallthecaresofworldlywelfare，inorderwithoutclingingtoanythingtowanderinhempenragsfromplacetoplaceunderanassumedname，doingnooneanyharmbutprayingforall—
forthosewhodriveoneawayaswellasforthosewhoprotectone：
higherthanthatlifeandtruththereisnolifeortruth！"
Therewasonepilgrim，aquietpockmarkedlittlewomanoffiftycalledTheodosia，whoforoverthirtyyearshadgoneaboutbarefootandwornheavychains。PrincessMarywasparticularlyfondofher。
Once，wheninaroomwithalampdimlylitbeforetheiconTheodosiawastalkingofherlife，thethoughtthatTheodosiaalonehadfoundthetruepathoflifesuddenlycametoPrincessMarywithsuchforcethatsheresolvedtobecomeapilgrimherself。WhenTheodosiahadgonetosleepPrincessMarythoughtaboutthisforalongtime，andatlastmadeuphermindthat，strangeasitmightseem，shemustgoonapilgrimage。Shedisclosedthisthoughttonoonebuttoherconfessor，FatherAkinfi，themonk，andheapprovedofherintention。Underguiseofapresentforthepilgrims，PrincessMarypreparedapilgrim’scompletecostumeforherself：acoarsesmock，bastshoes，aroughcoat，andablackkerchief。Often，approachingthechestofdrawerscontainingthissecrettreasure，PrincessMarypaused，uncertainwhetherthetimehadnotalreadycometoputherprojectintoexecution。
Often，listeningtothepilgrims’tales，shewassostimulatedbytheirsimplespeech，mechanicaltothembuttohersofullofdeepmeaning，thatseveraltimesshewasonthepointofabandoningeverythingandrunningawayfromhome。InimaginationshealreadypicturedherselfbyTheodosia’sside，dressedincoarserags，walkingwithastaff，awalletonherback，alongthedustyroad，directingherwanderingsfromonesaint’sshrinetoanother，freefromenvy，earthlylove，ordesire，andreachingatlasttheplacewherethereisnomoresorroworsighing，buteternaljoyandbliss。
"Ishallcometoaplaceandpraythere，andbeforehavingtimetogetusedtoitorgettingtoloveit，Ishallgofarther。Iwillgoontillmylegsfail，andI’llliedownanddiesomewhere，andshallatlastreachthateternal，quiethaven，wherethereisneithersorrownorsighing……"thoughtPrincessMary。
Butafterwards，whenshesawherfatherandespeciallylittleKokoNicholas，herresolveweakened。Sheweptquietly，andfeltthatshewasasinnerwholovedherfatherandlittlenephewmorethanGod。
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TheBiblelegendtellsusthattheabsenceoflabor—idleness—wasaconditionofthefirstman’sblessednessbeforetheFall。Fallenmanhasretainedaloveofidleness，butthecurseweighsontheracenotonlybecausewehavetoseekourbreadinthesweatofourbrows，butbecauseourmoralnatureissuchthatwecannotbebothidleandatease。Aninnervoicetellsusweareinthewrongifweareidle。Ifmancouldfindastateinwhichhefeltthatthoughidlehewasfulfillinghisduty，hewouldhavefoundoneoftheconditionsofman’sprimitiveblessedness。Andsuchastateofobligatoryandirreproachableidlenessisthelotofawholeclass—
themilitary。Thechiefattractionofmilitaryservicehasconsistedandwillconsistinthiscompulsoryandirreproachableidleness。
NicholasRostovexperiencedthisblissfulconditiontothefullwhen，after1807，hecontinuedtoserveinthePavlogradregiment，inwhichhealreadycommandedthesquadronhehadtakenoverfromDenisov。
Rostovhadbecomeabluff，good—naturedfellow，whomhisMoscowacquaintanceswouldhaveconsideredratherbadform，butwhowaslikedandrespectedbyhiscomrades，subordinates，andsuperiors，andwaswellcontentedwithhislife。Oflate，in1809，hefoundinlettersfromhomemorefrequentcomplaintsfromhismotherthattheiraffairswerefallingintogreaterandgreaterdisorder，andthatitwastimeforhimtocomebacktogladdenandcomforthisoldparents。
Readingtheseletters，Nicholasfeltadreadoftheirwantingtotakehimawayfromsurroundingsinwhich，protectedfromalltheentanglementsoflife，hewaslivingsocalmlyandquietly。Hefeltthatsoonerorlaterhewouldhavetore—enterthatwhirlpooloflife，withitsembarrassmentsandaffairstobestraightenedout，itsaccountswithstewards，quarrels，andintrigues，itsties，society，andwithSonya’sloveandhispromisetoher。Itwasalldreadfullydifficultandcomplicated；andherepliedtohismotherincold，formallettersinFrench，beginning："MydearMamma，"andending：
"Yourobedientson，"whichsaidnothingofwhenhewouldreturn。In1810hereceivedlettersfromhisparents，inwhichtheytoldhimofNatasha’sengagementtoBolkonski，andthattheweddingwouldbeinayear’stimebecausetheoldprincemadedifficulties。ThislettergrievedandmortifiedNicholas。InthefirstplacehewassorrythatNatasha，forwhomhecaredmorethanforanyoneelseinthefamily，shouldbelosttothehome；andsecondly，fromhishussarpointofview，heregrettednottohavebeentheretoshowthatfellowBolkonskithatconnectionwithhimwasnosuchgreathonorafterall，andthatifhelovedNatashahemightdispensewithpermissionfromhisdotardfather。ForamomenthehesitatedwhetherheshouldnotapplyforleaveinordertoseeNatashabeforeshewasmarried，butthencamethemaneuvers，andconsiderationsaboutSonyaandabouttheconfusionoftheiraffairs，andNicholasagainputitoff。
Butinthespringofthatyear，hereceivedaletterfromhismother，writtenwithouthisfather’sknowledge，andthatletterpersuadedhimtoreturn。Shewrotethatifhedidnotcomeandtakemattersinhand，theirwholepropertywouldbesoldbyauctionandtheywouldallhavetogobegging。Thecountwassoweak，andtrustedMitenkasomuch，andwassogood—natured，thateverybodytookadvantageofhimandthingsweregoingfrombadtoworse。"ForGod’ssake，Iimploreyou，comeatonceifyoudonotwishtomakemeandthewholefamilywretched，"wrotethecountess。
ThislettertouchedNicholas。Hehadthatcommonsenseofamatter—of—factmanwhichshowedhimwhatheoughttodo。
Therightthingnowwas，ifnottoretirefromtheservice，atanyratetogohomeonleave。Whyhehadtogohedidnotknow；butafterhisafter—dinnernaphegaveorderstosaddleMars，anextremelyviciousgraystallionthathadnotbeenriddenforalongtime，andwhenhereturnedwiththehorseallinalather，heinformedLavrushkaDenisov’sservantwhohadremainedwithhimandhiscomradeswhoturnedupintheeveningthathewasapplyingforleaveandwasgoinghome。Difficultandstrangeasitwasforhimtoreflectthathewouldgoawaywithouthavingheardfromthestaff—andthisinterestedhimextremely—whetherhewaspromotedtoacaptaincyorwouldreceivetheOrderofSt。Anneforthelastmaneuvers；strangeasitwastothinkthathewouldgoawaywithouthavingsoldhisthreeroanstothePolishCountGolukhovski，whowasbargainingforthehorsesRostovhadbettedhewouldsellfortwothousandrubles；incomprehensibleasitseemedthattheballthehussarsweregivinginhonorofthePolishMademoisellePrzazdzieckaoutofrivalrytotheUhlanswhohadgivenoneinhonoroftheirPolishMademoiselleBorzozowskawouldtakeplacewithouthim—heknewhemustgoawayfromthisgood，brightworldtosomewherewhereeverythingwasstupidandconfused。Aweeklaterheobtainedhisleave。Hishussarcomrades—notonlythoseofhisownregiment，butthewholebrigade—gaveRostovadinnertowhichthesubscriptionwasfifteenrublesahead，andatwhichthereweretwobandsandtwochoirsofsingers。RostovdancedtheTrepakwithMajorBasov；thetipsyofficerstossed，embraced，anddroppedRostov；thesoldiersofthethirdsquadrontossedhimtoo，andshouted"hurrah！"andthentheyputhiminhissleighandescortedhimasfarasthefirstpoststation。
Duringthefirsthalfofthejourney—fromKremenchugtoKiev—allRostov’sthoughts，asisusualinsuchcases，werebehindhim，withthesquadron；butwhenhehadgonemorethanhalfwayhebegantoforgethisthreeroansandDozhoyveyko，hisquartermaster，andtowonderanxiouslyhowthingswouldbeatOtradnoeandwhathewouldfindthere。Thoughtsofhomegrewstrongerthenearerheapproachedit—farstronger，asthoughthisfeelingofhiswassubjecttothelawbywhichtheforceofattractionisininverseproportiontothesquareofthedistance。AtthelastpoststationbeforeOtradnoehegavethedriverathree—rubletip，andonarrivingheranbreathlessly，likeaboy，upthestepsofhishome。
Aftertheraptureofmeeting，andafterthatoddfeelingofunsatisfiedexpectation—thefeelingthat"everythingisjustthesame，sowhydidIhurry？"—Nicholasbegantosettledowninhisoldhomeworld。Hisfatherandmotherweremuchthesame，onlyalittleolder。Whatwasnewinthemwasacertainuneasinessandoccasionaldiscord，whichthereusednottobe，andwhich，asNicholassoonfoundout，wasduetothebadstateoftheiraffairs。Sonyawasnearlytwenty；shehadstoppedgrowingprettierandpromisednothingmorethanshewasalready，butthatwasenough。SheexhaledhappinessandlovefromthetimeNicholasreturned，andthefaithful，unalterableloveofthisgirlhadagladdeningeffectonhim。PetyaandNatashasurprisedNicholasmost。Petyawasabighandsomeboyofthirteen，merry，witty，andmischievous，withavoicethatwasalreadybreaking。
AsforNatasha，foralongwhileNicholaswonderedandlaughedwheneverhelookedather。
"You’renotthesameatall，"hesaid。
"How？AmIuglier？"
"Onthecontrary，butwhatdignity？Aprincess！"hewhisperedtoher。
"Yes，yes，yes！"criedNatasha，joyfully。
ShetoldhimaboutherromancewithPrinceAndrewandofhisvisittoOtradnoeandshowedhimhislastletter。
"Well，areyouglad？"Natashaasked。"Iamsotranquilandhappynow。"
"Veryglad，"answeredNicholas。"Heisanexcellentfellow……Andareyouverymuchinlove？"
"HowshallIputit？"repliedNatasha。"IwasinlovewithBoris，withmyteacher，andwithDenisov，butthisisquitedifferent。Ifeelatpeaceandsettled。Iknowthatnobettermanthanheexists，andIamcalmandcontentednow。Notatallasbefore。"
Nicholasexpressedhisdisapprovalofthepostponementofthemarriageforayear；butNatashaattackedherbrotherwithexasperation，provingtohimthatitcouldnotbeotherwise，andthatitwouldbeabadthingtoenterafamilyagainstthefather’swill，andthatsheherselfwisheditso。
"Youdon’tatallunderstand，"shesaid。
Nicholaswassilentandagreedwithher。
Herbrotheroftenwonderedashelookedather。Shedidnotseematalllikeagirlinloveandpartedfromheraffiancedhusband。
Shewaseven—temperedandcalmandquiteascheerfulasofold。ThisamazedNicholasandevenmadehimregardBolkonski’scourtshipskeptically。Hecouldnotbelievethatherfatewassealed，especiallyashehadnotseenherwithPrinceAndrew。Italwaysseemedtohimthattherewassomethingnotquiterightaboutthisintendedmarriage。
"Whythisdelay？Whynobetrothal？"hethought。Once，whenhehadtouchedonthistopicwithhismother，hediscovered，tohissurpriseandsomewhattohissatisfaction，thatinthedepthofhersoulshetoohaddoubtsaboutthismarriage。
"Youseehewrites，"saidshe，showinghersonaletterofPrinceAndrew’s，withthatlatentgrudgeamotheralwayshasinregardtoadaughter’sfuturemarriedhappiness，"hewritesthathewon’tcomebeforeDecember。Whatcanbekeepinghim？Illness，probably！Hishealthisverydelicate。Don’ttellNatasha。Anddon’tattachimportancetoherbeingsobright：that’sbecauseshe’slivingthroughthelastdaysofhergirlhood，butIknowwhatsheislikeeverytimewereceivealetterfromhim！However，Godgrantthateverythingturnsoutwell！"Shealwaysendedwiththesewords。"Heisanexcellentman！"
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AfterreachinghomeNicholaswasatfirstseriousandevendull。
Hewasworriedbytheimpendingnecessityofinterferinginthestupidbusinessmattersforwhichhismotherhadcalledhimhome。Tothrowoffthisburdenasquicklyaspossible，onthethirddayafterhisarrivalhewent，angryandscowlingandwithoutansweringquestionsastowherehewasgoing，toMitenka’slodgeanddemandedanaccountofeverything。ButwhatanaccountofeverythingmightbeNicholasknewevenlessthanthefrightenedandbewilderedMitenka。TheconversationandtheexaminationoftheaccountswithMitenkadidnotlastlong。
Thevillageelder，apeasantdelegate，andthevillageclerk，whowerewaitinginthepassage，heardwithfearanddelightfirsttheyoungcount’svoiceroaringandsnappingandrisinglouderandlouder，andthenwordsofabuse，dreadfulwords，ejaculatedoneaftertheother。
"Robber！……Ungratefulwretch！……I’llhackthedogtopieces！I’mnotmyfather！……Robbingus！……"andsoon。
Thenwithnolessfearanddelighttheysawhowtheyoungcount，redinthefaceandwithbloodshoteyes，draggedMitenkaoutbythescruffoftheneckandappliedhisfootandkneetohimbehindwithgreatagilityatconvenientmomentsbetweenthewords，shouting，"Beoff！
Neverletmeseeyourfacehereagain，youvillain！"
Mitenkaflewheadlongdownthesixstepsandranawayintotheshrubbery。Thisshrubberywasawell—knownhavenofrefugeforculpritsatOtradnoe。Mitenkahimself，returningtipsyfromthetown，usedtohidethere，andmanyoftheresidentsatOtradnoe，hidingfromMitenka，knewofitsprotectivequalities。
Mitenka’swifeandsisters—in—lawthrusttheirheadsandfrightenedfacesoutofthedoorofaroomwhereabrightsamovarwasboilingandwherethesteward’shighbedsteadstoodwithitspatchworkquilt。
Theyoungcountpaidnoheedtothem，but，breathinghard，passedbywithresolutestridesandwentintothehouse。
Thecountess，whoheardatoncefromthemaidswhathadhappenedatthelodge，wascalmedbythethoughtthatnowtheiraffairswouldcertainlyimprove，butontheotherhandfeltanxiousastotheeffectthisexcitementmighthaveonherson。Shewentseveraltimestohisdoorontiptoeandlistened，ashelightedonepipeafteranother。
Nextdaytheoldcountcalledhissonasideand，withanembarrassedsmile，saidtohim：
"Butyouknow，mydearboy，it’sapityyougotexcited！Mitenkahastoldmeallaboutit。"
"Iknew，"thoughtNicholas，"thatIshouldneverunderstandanythinginthiscrazyworld。"
"Youwereangrythathehadnotenteredthose700rubles。Buttheywerecarriedforward—andyoudidnotlookattheotherpage。"
"Papa，heisablackguardandathief！Iknowheis！AndwhatIhavedone，Ihavedone；but，ifyoulike，Iwon’tspeaktohimagain。"
"No，mydearboy"thecount，too，feltembarrassed。Heknewhehadmismanagedhiswife’spropertyandwastoblametowardhischildren，buthedidnotknowhowtoremedyit。"No，Ibegyoutoattendtothebusiness。Iamold。I……"
"No，Papa。ForgivemeifIhavecausedyouunpleasantness。I
understanditalllessthanyoudo。"
"Deviltakeallthesepeasants，andmoneymatters，andcarryingsforwardfrompagetopage，"hethought。"Iusedtounderstandwhata’corner’andthestakesatcardsmeant，butcarryingforwardtoanotherpageIdon’tunderstandatall，"saidhetohimself，andafterthathedidnotmeddleinbusinessaffairs。ButoncethecountesscalledhersonandinformedhimthatshehadapromissorynotefromAnnaMikhaylovnafortwothousandrubles，andaskedhimwhathethoughtofdoingwithit。
"This，"answeredNicholas。"Yousayitrestswithme。Well，I
don’tlikeAnnaMikhaylovnaandIdon’tlikeBoris，buttheywereourfriendsandpoor。Wellthen，this！"andhetoreupthenote，andbysodoingcausedtheoldcountesstoweeptearsofjoy。Afterthat，youngRostovtooknofurtherpartinanybusinessaffairs，butdevotedhimselfwithpassionateenthusiasmtowhatwastohimanewpursuit—thechase—forwhichhisfatherkeptalargeestablishment。
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Theweatherwasalreadygrowingwintryandmorningfrostscongealedanearthsaturatedbyautumnrains。Theverdurehadthickenedanditsbrightgreenstoodoutsharplyagainstthebrownishstripsofwinterryetroddendownbythecattle，andagainstthepale—yellowstubbleofthespringbuckwheat。Thewoodedravinesandthecopses，whichattheendofAugusthadstillbeengreenislandsamidblackfieldsandstubble，hadbecomegoldenandbright—redislandsamidthegreenwinterrye。Thehareshadalreadyhalfchangedtheirsummercoats，thefoxcubswerebeginningtoscatter，andtheyoungwolveswerebiggerthandogs。Itwasthebesttimeoftheyearforthechase。ThehoundsofthatardentyoungsportsmanRostovhadnotmerelyreachedhardwintercondition，butweresojadedthatatameetingofthehuntsmenitwasdecidedtogivethemathreedays’restandthen，onthesixteenthofSeptember，togoonadistantexpedition，startingfromtheoakgrovewheretherewasanundisturbedlitterofwolfcubs。
Allthatdaythehoundsremainedathome。Itwasfrostyandtheairwassharp，buttowardeveningtheskybecameovercastanditbegantothaw。Onthefifteenth，whenyoungRostov，inhisdressinggown，lookedoutofthewindow，hesawitwasanunsurpassablemorningforhunting：itwasasiftheskyweremeltingandsinkingtotheearthwithoutanywind。Theonlymotionintheairwasthatofthedripping，microscopicparticlesofdrizzlingmist。Thebaretwigsinthegardenwerehungwithtransparentdropswhichfellonthefreshlyfallenleaves。Theearthinthekitchengardenlookedwetandblackandglistenedlikepoppyseedandatashortdistancemergedintothedull，moistveilofmist。Nicholaswentoutintothewetandmuddyporch。Therewasasmellofdecayingleavesandofdog。Milka，ablack—spotted，broad—haunchedbitchwithprominentblackeyes，gotuponseeinghermaster，stretchedherhindlegs，laydownlikeahare，andthensuddenlyjumpedupandlickedhimrightonhisnoseandmustache。Anotherborzoi，adog，catchingsightofhismasterfromthegardenpath，archedhisbackand，rushingheadlongtowardtheporchwithliftedtail，beganrubbinghimselfagainsthislegs。
"O—hoy！"cameatthatmoment，thatinimitablehuntsman’scallwhichunitesthedeepestbasswiththeshrillesttenor，androundthecornercameDanieltheheadhuntsmanandheadkennelman，agray，wrinkledoldmanwithhaircutstraightoverhisforehead，Ukrainianfashion，alongbentwhipinhishand，andthatlookofindependenceandscornofeverythingthatisonlyseeninhuntsmen。HedoffedhisCircassiancaptohismasterandlookedathimscornfully。Thisscornwasnotoffensivetohismaster。NicholasknewthatthisDaniel，disdainfulofeverybodyandwhoconsideredhimselfabovethem，wasallthesamehisserfandhuntsman。
"Daniel！"Nicholassaidtimidly，consciousatthesightoftheweather，thehounds，andthehuntsmanthathewasbeingcarriedawaybythatirresistiblepassionforsportwhichmakesamanforgetallhispreviousresolutions，asaloverforgetsinthepresenceofhismistress。
"Whatorders，yourexcellency？"saidthehuntsmaninhisdeepbass，deepasaproto—deacon’sandhoarsewithhallooing—andtwoflashingblackeyesgazedfromunderhisbrowsathismaster，whowassilent。"Canyouresistit？"thoseeyesseemedtobeasking。
"It’sagoodday，eh？Forahuntandagallop，eh？"askedNicholas，scratchingMilkabehindtheears。
Danieldidnotanswer，butwinkedinstead。
"IsentUvarkaatdawntolisten，"hisbassboomedoutafteraminute’spause。"Hesaysshe’smovedthemintotheOtradnoeenclosure。
Theywerehowlingthere。"Thismeantthattheshe—wolf，aboutwhomtheybothknew，hadmovedwithhercubstotheOtradnoecopse，asmallplaceamileandahalffromthehouse。
"Weoughttogo，don’tyouthinkso？"saidNicholas。"CometomewithUvarka。"
"Asyouplease。"
"Thenputofffeedingthem。"
"Yes，sir。"
FiveminuteslaterDanielandUvarkawerestandinginNicholas’
bigstudy。ThoughDanielwasnotabigman，toseehiminaroomwaslikeseeingahorseorabearontheflooramongthefurnitureandsurroundingsofhumanlife。Danielhimselffeltthis，andasusualstoodjustinsidethedoor，tryingtospeaksoftlyandnotmove，forfearofbreakingsomethinginthemaster’sapartment，andhehastenedtosayallthatwasnecessarysoastogetfromunderthatceiling，outintotheopenundertheskyoncemore。
HavingfinishedhisinquiriesandextortedfromDanielanopinionthatthehoundswerefitDanielhimselfwishedtogohunting，Nicholasorderedthehorsestobesaddled。ButjustasDanielwasabouttogoNatashacameinwithrapidsteps，nothavingdoneupherhairorfinisheddressingandwithheroldnurse’sbigshawlwrappedroundher。Petyaraninatthesametime。
"Youaregoing？"askedNatasha。"Iknewyouwould！Sonyasaidyouwouldn’tgo，butIknewthattodayisthesortofdaywhenyoucouldn’thelpgoing。"
"Yes，wearegoing，"repliedNicholasreluctantly，fortoday，asheintendedtohuntseriously，hedidnotwanttotakeNatashaandPetya。"Wearegoing，butonlywolfhunting：itwouldbedullforyou。"
"Youknowitismygreatestpleasure，"saidNatasha。"It’snotfair；
youaregoingbyyourself，arehavingthehorsessaddledandsaidnothingtousaboutit。"
"’NobarrierbarsaRussian’spath’—we’llgo！"shoutedPetya。
"Butyoucan’t。Mammasaidyoumustn’t，"saidNicholastoNatasha。
"Yes，I’llgo。Ishallcertainlygo，"saidNatashadecisively。
"Daniel，tellthemtosaddleforus，andMichaelmustcomewithmydogs，"sheaddedtothehuntsman。
ItseemedtoDanielirksomeandimpropertobeinaroomatall，buttohaveanythingtodowithayoungladyseemedtohimimpossible。
Hecastdownhiseyesandhurriedoutasifitwerenoneofhisbusiness，carefulashewentnottoinflictanyaccidentalinjuryontheyounglady。
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Theoldcount，whohadalwayskeptupanenormoushuntingestablishmentbuthadnowhandeditallcompletelyovertohisson’scare，beinginverygoodspiritsonthisfifteenthofSeptember，preparedtogooutwiththeothers。
Inanhour’stimethewholehuntingpartywasattheporch。
Nicholas，withasternandseriousairwhichshowedthatnowwasnotimeforattendingtotrifles，wentpastNatashaandPetyawhoweretryingtotellhimsomething。Hehadalookatallthedetailsofthehunt，sentapackofhoundsandhuntsmenonaheadtofindthequarry，mountedhischestnutDonets，andwhistlingtohisownleashofborzois，setoffacrossthethreshinggroundtoafieldleadingtotheOtradnoewood。Theoldcount’shorse，asorrelgeldingcalledViflyanka，wasledbythegroominattendanceonhim，whilethecounthimselfwastodriveinasmalltrapstraighttoaspotreservedforhim。
Theyweretakingfifty—fourhounds，withsixhuntattendantsandwhippers—in。Besidesthefamily，therewereeightborzoikennelmenandmorethanfortyborzois，sothat，withtheborzoisontheleashbelongingtomembersofthefamily，therewereaboutahundredandthirtydogsandtwentyhorsemen。
Eachdogknewitsmasteranditscall。Eachmaninthehuntknewhisbusiness。hisplace，whathehadtodo。Assoonastheyhadpassedthefencetheyallspreadoutevenlyandquietly，withoutnoiseortalk，alongtheroadandfieldleadingtotheOtradnoecovert。
Thehorsessteppedoverthefieldasoverathickcarpet，nowandthensplashingintopuddlesastheycrossedaroad。Themistyskystillseemedtodescendevenlyandimperceptiblytowardtheearth，theairwasstill，warm，andsilent。Occasionallythewhistleofahuntsman，thesnortofahorse，thecrackofawhip，orthewhineofastragglinghoundcouldbeheard。
Whentheyhadgonealittlelessthanamile，fivemoreriderswithdogsappearedoutofthemist，approachingtheRostovs。Infrontrodeafresh—looking，handsomeoldmanwithalargegraymustache。
"Goodmorning，Uncle！"saidNicholas，whentheoldmandrewnear。
"That’sit。Comeon！……Iwassureofit，"began"Uncle。"HewasadistantrelativeoftheRostovs’，amanofsmallmeans，andtheirneighbor。"Iknewyouwouldn’tbeabletoresistitandit’sagoodthingyou’regoing。That’sit！Comeon！Thiswas"Uncle’s"favoriteexpression。"Takethecovertatonce，formyGirchiksaystheIlaginsareatKornikiwiththeirhounds。That’sit。Comeon！……They’lltakethecubsfromunderyourverynose。"
"That’swhereI’mgoing。Shallwejoinupourpacks？"askedNicholas。
Thehoundswerejoinedintoonepack，and"Uncle"andNicholasrodeonsidebyside。Natasha，muffledupinshawlswhichdidnothidehereagerfaceandshiningeyes，gallopeduptothem。ShewasfollowedbyPetyawhoalwayskeptclosetoher，byMichael，ahuntsman，andbyagroomappointedtolookafterher。Petya，whowaslaughing，whippedandpulledathishorse。NatashasateasilyandconfidentlyonherblackArabchikandreinedhiminwithouteffortwithafirmhand。
"Uncle"lookedrounddisapprovinglyatPetyaandNatasha。Hedidnotliketocombinefrivolitywiththeseriousbusinessofhunting。
"Goodmorning，Uncle！Wearegoingtoo！"shoutedPetya。
"Goodmorning，goodmorning！Butdon’tgooverridingthehounds，"
said"Uncle"sternly。
"Nicholas，whatafinedogTrunilais！Heknewme，"saidNatasha，referringtoherfavoritehound。
"Inthefirstplace，Trunilaisnota’dog，’butaharrier，"thoughtNicholas，andlookedsternlyathissister，tryingtomakeherfeelthedistancethatoughttoseparatethematthatmoment。Natashaunderstoodit。
"Youmustn’tthinkwe’llbeinanyone’sway，Uncle，"shesaid。
"We’llgotoourplacesandwon’tbudge。"
"Agoodthingtoo，littlecountess，"said"Uncle，""onlymindyoudon’tfalloffyourhorse，"headded，"because—that’sit，comeon！—
you’venothingtoholdonto。"
TheoasisoftheOtradnoecovertcameinsightafewhundredyardsoff，thehuntsmenwerealreadynearingit。Rostov，havingfinallysettledwith"Uncle"wheretheyshouldsetonthehounds，andhavingshownNatashawhereshewastostand—aspotwherenothingcouldpossiblyrunout—wentroundabovetheravine。
"Well，nephew，you’regoingforabigwolf，"said"Uncle。""Mindanddon’tletherslip！"
"That’sasmayhappen，"answeredRostov。"Karay，here！"heshouted，answering"Uncle’s"remarkbythiscalltohisborzoi。
Karaywasashaggyolddogwithahangingjowl，famousforhavingtackledabigwolfunaided。Theyalltookuptheirplaces。
Theoldcount，knowinghisson’sardorinthehunt，hurriedsoasnottobelate，andthehunstmenhadnotyetreachedtheirplaceswhenCountIlyaRostov，cheerful，flushed，andwithquiveringcheeks，droveupwithhisblackhorsesoverthewinterryetotheplacereservedforhim，whereawolfmightcomeout。Havingstraightenedhiscoatandfastenedonhishuntingknivesandhorn，hemountedhisgood，sleek，well—fed，andcomfortablehorse，Viflyanka，whichwasturninggray，likehimself。Hishorsesandtrapweresenthome。CountIlyaRostov，thoughnotatheartakeensportsman，knewtherulesofthehuntwell，androdetothebushyedgeoftheroadwherehewastostand，arrangedhisreins，settledhimselfinthesaddle，and，feelingthathewasready，lookedaboutwithasmile。
BesidehimwasSimonChekmar，hispersonalattendant，anoldhorsemannowsomewhatstiffinthesaddle。Chekmarheldinleashthreeformidablewolfhounds，whohad，however，grownfatliketheirmasterandhishorse。Twowiseolddogslaydownunleashed。SomehundredpacesfartheralongtheedgeofthewoodstoodMitka，thecount’sothergroom，adaringhorsemanandkeenridertohounds。Beforethehunt，byoldcustom，thecounthaddrunkasilvercupfulofmulledbrandy，takenasnack，andwasheditdownwithhalfabottleofhisfavoriteBordeaux。
Hewassomewhatflushedwiththewineandthedrive。Hiseyeswererathermoistandglitteredmorethanusual，andashesatinhissaddle，wrappedupinhisfurcoat，helookedlikeachildtakenoutforanouting。
Thethin，hollow—cheekedChekmar，havinggoteverythingready，keptglancingathismasterwithwhomhehadlivedonthebestoftermsforthirtyyears，andunderstandingthemoodhewasinexpectedapleasantchat。Athirdpersonrodeupcircumspectlythroughthewooditwasplainthathehadhadalessonandstoppedbehindthecount。Thispersonwasagray—beardedoldmaninawoman’scloak，withatallpeakedcaponhishead。Hewasthebuffoon，whowentbyawoman’sname，NastasyaIvanovna。
"Well，NastasyaIvanovna！"whisperedthecount，winkingathim。
"Ifyouscareawaythebeast，Daniel’llgiveityou！"
"Iknowathingortwomyself！"saidNastasyaIvanovna。
"Hush！"whisperedthecountandturnedtoSimon。"Haveyouseentheyoungcountess？"heasked。"Whereisshe？"
"WithyoungCountPeter，bytheZharovrankgrass，"answeredSimon，smiling。"Thoughshe’salady，she’sveryfondofhunting。"
"Andyou’resurprisedatthewaysherides，Simon，eh？"saidthecount。"She’sasgoodasmanyaman！"
"Ofcourse！It’smarvelous。Sobold，soeasy！"
"AndNicholas？Whereishe？BytheLyadovupland，isn’the？"
"Yes，sir。Heknowswheretostand。HeunderstandsthemattersowellthatDanielandIareoftenquiteastounded，"saidSimon，wellknowingwhatwouldpleasehismaster。
"Rideswell，eh？Andhowwellhelooksonhishorse，eh？"
"Aperfectpicture！HowhechasedafoxoutoftherankgrassbytheZavarzinskthickettheotherday！Leapedafearfulplace；whatasightwhentheyrushedfromthecovert……thehorseworthathousandrublesandtheriderbeyondallprice！Yes，onewouldhavetosearchfartofindanotherassmart。"
"Tosearchfar……"repeatedthecount，evidentlysorrySimonhadnotsaidmore。"Tosearchfar，"hesaid，turningbacktheskirtofhiscoattogetathissnuffbox。
"TheotherdaywhenhecameoutfromMassinfulluniform，MichaelSidorych……"Simondidnotfinish，foronthestillairhehaddistinctlycaughtthemusicofthehuntwithonlytwoorthreehoundsgivingtongue。Hebentdownhisheadandlistened，shakingawarningfingerathismaster。"Theyareonthescentofthecubs……
"hewhispered，"straighttotheLyadovuplands。"
Thecount，forgettingtosmoothoutthesmileonhisface，lookedintothedistancestraightbeforehim，downthenarrowopenspace，holdingthesnuffboxinhishandbutnottakingany。AfterthecryofthehoundscamethedeeptonesofthewolfcallfromDaniel’shuntinghorn；thepackjoinedthefirstthreehoundsandtheycouldbeheardinfullcry，withthatpeculiarliftinthenotethatindicatesthattheyareafterawolf。Thewhippers—innolongersetonthehounds，butchangedtothecryofulyulyu，andabovetheothersroseDaniel’svoice，nowadeepbass，nowpiercinglyshrill。Hisvoiceseemedtofillthewholewoodandcarriedfarbeyondoutintotheopenfield。
Afterlisteningafewmomentsinsilence，thecountandhisattendantconvincedthemselvesthatthehoundshadseparatedintotwopacks：thesoundofthelargerpack，eagerlygivingtongue，begantodieawayinthedistance，theotherpackrushedbythewoodpastthecount，anditwaswiththisthatDaniel’svoicewasheardcallingulyulyu。Thesoundsofbothpacksmingledandbrokeapartagain，butbothwerebecomingmoredistant。
Simonsighedandstoopedtostraightentheleashayoungborzoihadentangled；thecounttoosighedand，noticingthesnuffboxinhishand，openeditandtookapinch。"Back！"criedSimontoaborzoithatwaspushingforwardoutofthewood。Thecountstartedanddroppedthesnuffbox。NastasyaIvanovnadismountedtopickitup。
ThecountandSimonwerelookingathim。
Then，unexpectedly，asoftenhappens，thesoundofthehuntsuddenlyapproached，asifthehoundsinfullcryandDanielulyulyuingwerejustinfrontofthem。
ThecountturnedandsawonhisrightMitkastaringathimwitheyesstartingoutofhishead，raisinghiscapandpointingbeforehimtotheotherside。
"Lookout！"heshouted，inavoiceplainlyshowingthathehadlongfrettedtoutterthatword，andlettingtheborzoissliphegallopedtowardthecount。
ThecountandSimongallopedoutofthewoodandsawontheirleftawolfwhich，softlyswayingfromsidetoside，wascomingataquietlopefarthertothelefttotheveryplacewheretheywerestanding。
Theangryborzoiswhinedandgettingfreeoftheleashrushedpastthehorses’feetatthewolf。
Thewolfpaused，turneditsheavyforeheadtowardthedogsawkwardly，likeamansufferingfromthequinsy，and，stillslightlyswayingfromsidetoside，gaveacoupleofleapsandwithaswishofitstaildisappearedintotheskirtofthewood。Atthesameinstant，withacrylikeawail，firstonehound，thenanother，andthenanother，spranghelter—skelterfromthewoodoppositeandthewholepackrushedacrossthefieldtowardtheveryspotwherethewolfhaddisappeared。ThehazelbushespartedbehindthehoundsandDaniel’schestnuthorseappeared，darkwithsweat。OnitslongbacksatDaniel，hunchedforward，capless，hisdisheveledgrayhairhangingoverhisflushed，perspiringface。
"Ulyulyulyu！ulyulyu！……"hecried。Whenhecaughtsightofthecounthiseyesflashedlightning。
"Blastyou！"heshouted，holdinguphiswhipthreateninglyatthecount。
"You’veletthewolfgo！……Whatsportsmen！andasifscorningtosaymoretothefrightenedandshamefacedcount，helashedtheheavingflanksofhissweatingchestnutgeldingwithalltheangerthecounthadarousedandflewoffafterthehounds。Thecount，likeapunishedschoolboy，lookedround，tryingbyasmiletowinSimon’ssympathyforhisplight。ButSimonwasnolongerthere。Hewasgallopingroundbythebusheswhilethefieldwascominguponbothsides，alltryingtoheadthewolf，butitvanishedintothewoodbeforetheycoulddoso。
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NicholasRostovmeanwhileremainedathispost，waitingforthewolf。Bythewaythehuntapproachedandreceded，bythecriesofthedogswhosenoteswerefamiliartohim，bythewaythevoicesofthehuntsmenapproached，receded，androse，herealizedwhatwashappeningatthecopse。Heknewthatyoungandoldwolveswerethere，thatthehoundshadseparatedintotwopacks，thatsomewhereawolfwasbeingchased，andthatsomethinghadgonewrong。Heexpectedthewolftocomehiswayanymoment。Hemadethousandsofdifferentconjecturesastowhereandfromwhatsidethebeastwouldcomeandhowhewouldsetuponit。Hopealternatedwithdespair。
SeveraltimesheaddressedaprayertoGodthatthewolfshouldcomehisway。Heprayedwiththatpassionateandshame—facedfeelingwithwhichmenprayatmomentsofgreatexcitementarisingfromtrivialcauses。"WhatwoulditbetoTheetodothisforme？"hesaidtoGod。"IknowThouartgreat，andthatitisasintoaskthisofThee，butforGod’ssakedolettheoldwolfcomemywayandletKarayspringatit—insightof’Uncle’whoiswatchingfromoverthere—andseizeitbythethroatinadeathgrip！"Athousandtimesduringthathalf—hourRostovcasteagerandrestlessglancesovertheedgeofthewood，withthetwoscraggyoaksrisingabovetheaspenundergrowthandthegullywithitswater—wornsideand"Uncle’s"capjustvisibleabovethebushonhisright。
"No，Ishan’thavesuchluck，"thoughtRostov，"yetwhatwouldn’titbeworth！Itisnottobe！Everywhere，atcardsandinwar，Iamalwaysunlucky。"MemoriesofAusterlitzandofDolokhovflashedrapidlyandclearlythroughhismind。"Onlyonceinmylifetogetanoldwolf，Iwantonlythat！"thoughthe，strainingeyesandearsandlookingtotheleftandthentotherightandlisteningtotheslightestvariationofnoteinthecriesofthedogs。
Againhelookedtotherightandsawsomethingrunningtowardhimacrossthedesertedfield。"No，itcan’tbe！"thoughtRostov，takingadeepbreath，asamandoesatthecomingofsomethinglonghopedfor。Theheightofhappinesswasreached—andsosimply，withoutwarning，ornoise，ordisplay，thatRostovcouldnotbelievehiseyesandremainedindoubtforoverasecond。Thewolfranforwardandjumpedheavilyoveragullythatlayinherpath。Shewasanoldanimalwithagraybackandbigreddishbelly。Sheranwithouthurry，evidentlyfeelingsurethatnoonesawher。Rostov，holdinghisbreath，lookedroundattheborzois。Theystoodorlaynotseeingthewolforunderstandingthesituation。OldKarayhadturnedhisheadandwasangrilysearchingforfleas，baringhisyellowteethandsnappingathishindlegs。
"Ulyulyulyu！"whisperedRostov，poutinghislips。Theborzoisjumpedup，jerkingtheringsoftheleashesandprickingtheirears。Karayfinishedscratchinghishindquartersand，cockinghisears，gotupwithquiveringtailfromwhichtuftsofmattedhairhungdown。
"ShallIloosethemornot？"Nicholasaskedhimselfasthewolfapproachedhimcomingfromthecopse。Suddenlythewolf’swholephysiognomychanged：sheshuddered，seeingwhatshehadprobablyneverseenbefore—humaneyesfixeduponher—andturningherheadalittletowardRostov，shepaused。
"Backorforward？Eh，nomatter，forward……"thewolfseemedtosaytoherself，andshemovedforwardwithoutagainlookingroundandwithaquiet，long，easyyetresolutelope。
"Ulyulyu！"criedNicholas，inavoicenothisown，andofitsownaccordhisgoodhorsedartedheadlongdownhill，leapingovergulliestoheadoffthewolf，andtheborzoispassedit，runningfasterstill。
Nicholasdidnothearhisowncrynorfeelthathewasgalloping，norseetheborzois，northegroundoverwhichhewent：hesawonlythewolf，who，increasingherspeed，boundedoninthesamedirectionalongthehollow。ThefirsttocomeintoviewwasMilka，withherblackmarkingsandpowerfulquarters，gaininguponthewolf。Nearerandnearer……nowshewasaheadofit；butthewolfturneditsheadtofaceher，andinsteadofputtingonspeedassheusuallydidMilkasuddenlyraisedhertailandstiffenedherforelegs。
"Ulyulyulyulyu！"shoutedNicholas。
ThereddishLyubimrushedforwardfrombehindMilka，sprangimpetuouslyatthewolf，andseizeditbyitshindquarters，butimmediatelyjumpedasideinterror。Thewolfcrouched，gnashedherteeth，andagainroseandboundedforward，followedatthedistanceofacoupleoffeetbyalltheborzois，whodidnotgetanyclosertoher。
"She’llgetaway！No，it’simpossible！"thoughtNicholas，stillshoutingwithahoarsevoice。
"Karay，ulyulyu！……"heshouted，lookingroundfortheoldborzoiwhowasnowhisonlyhope。Karay，withallthestrengthagehadlefthim，stretchedhimselftotheutmostand，watchingthewolf，gallopedheavilyasidetointerceptit。Butthequicknessofthewolf’slopeandtheborzoi’sslowerpacemadeitplainthatKarayhadmiscalculated。Nicholascouldalreadyseenotfarinfrontofhimthewoodwherethewolfwouldcertainlyescapeshouldshereachit。But，comingtowardhim，hesawhoundsandahuntsmangallopingalmoststraightatthewolf。Therewasstillhope。Along，yellowishyoungborzoi，oneNicholasdidnotknow，fromanotherleash，rushedimpetuouslyatthewolffrominfrontandalmostknockedherover。Butthewolfjumpedupmorequicklythananyonecouldhaveexpectedand，gnashingherteeth，flewattheyellowishborzoi，which，withapiercingyelp，fellwithitsheadontheground，bleedingfromagashinitsside。
"Karay？Oldfellow！……"wailedNicholas。
Thankstothedelaycausedbythiscrossingofthewolf’spath，theolddogwithitsfeltedhairhangingfromitsthighwaswithinfivepacesofit。Asifawareofherdanger，thewolfturnedhereyesonKaray，tuckedhertailyetfurtherbetweenherlegs，andincreasedherspeed。ButhereNicholasonlysawthatsomethinghappenedtoKaray—theborzoiwassuddenlyonthewolf，andtheyrolledtogetherdownintoagullyjustinfrontofthem。
Thatinstant，whenNicholassawthewolfstrugglinginthegullywiththedogs，whilefromunderthemcouldbeseenhergrayhairandoutstretchedhindlegandherfrightenedchokinghead，withherearslaidbackKaraywaspinningherbythethroat，wasthehappiestmomentofhislife。Withhishandonhissaddlebow，hewasreadytodismountandstabthewolf，whenshesuddenlythrustherheadupfromamongthatmassofdogs，andthenherforepawswereontheedgeofthegully。SheclickedherteethKaraynolongerhadherbythethroat，leapedwithamovementofherhindlegsoutofthegully，andhavingdisengagedherselffromthedogs，withtailtuckedinagain，wentforward。Karay，hishairbristling，andprobablybruisedorwounded，climbedwithdifficultyoutofthegully。
"OhmyGod！Why？"Nicholascriedindespair。
"Uncle’s"huntsmanwasgallopingfromtheothersideacrossthewolf’spathandhisborzoisoncemorestoppedtheanimal’sadvance。
Shewasagainhemmedin。
Nicholasandhisattendant，with"Uncle"andhishuntsman，wereallridingroundthewolf，crying"ulyulyu！"shoutingandpreparingtodismounteachmomentthatthewolfcrouchedback，andstartingforwardagaineverytimesheshookherselfandmovedtowardthewoodwhereshewouldbesafe。
Already，atthebeginningofthischase，Daniel，hearingtheulyulyuing，hadrushedoutfromthewood。HesawKarayseizethewolf，andcheckedhishorse，supposingtheaffairtobeover。Butwhenhesawthatthehorsemendidnotdismountandthatthewolfshookherselfandranforsafety，Danielsethischestnutgalloping，notatthewolfbutstraighttowardthewood，justasKarayhadruntocuttheanimaloff。Asaresultofthis，hegallopeduptothewolfjustwhenshehadbeenstoppedasecondtimeby"Uncle’s"borzois。
Danielgallopedupsilently，holdinganakeddaggerinhislefthandandthrashingthelaboringsidesofhischestnuthorsewithhiswhipasifitwereaflail。
NicholasneithersawnorheardDanieluntilthechestnut，breathingheavily，pantedpasthim，andheheardthefallofabodyandsawDaniellyingonthewolf’sbackamongthedogs，tryingtoseizeherbytheears。Itwasevidenttothedogs，thehunters，andtothewolfherselfthatallwasnowover。Theterrifiedwolfpressedbackherearsandtriedtorise，buttheborzoisstucktoher。
Danielrosealittle，tookastep，andwithhiswholeweight，asiflyingdowntorest，fellonthewolf，seizingherbytheears。
Nicholaswasabouttostabher，butDanielwhispered，"Don’t！We’llgagher！"and，changinghisposition，sethisfootonthewolf’sneck。
Astickwasthrustbetweenherjawsandshewasfastenedwithaleash，asifbridled，herlegswereboundtogether，andDanielrolledheroveronceortwicefromsidetoside。
Withhappy，exhaustedfaces，theylaidtheoldwolf，alive，onashyingandsnortinghorseand，accompaniedbythedogsyelpingather，tookhertotheplacewheretheywerealltomeet。Thehoundshadkilledtwoofthecubsandtheborzoisthree。Thehuntsmenassembledwiththeirbootyandtheirstories，andallcametolookatthewolf，which，withherbroad—browedheadhangingdownandthebittenstickbetweenherjaws，gazedwithgreatglassyeyesatthiscrowdofdogsandmensurroundingher。Whenshewastouched，shejerkedherboundlegsandlookedwildlyyetsimplyateverybody。OldCountRostovalsorodeupandtouchedthewolf。
"Oh，whataformidableone！"saidhe。"Aformidableone，eh？"heaskedDaniel，whowasstandingnear。
"Yes，yourexcellency，"answeredDaniel，quicklydoffinghiscap。
ThecountrememberedthewolfhehadletslipandhisencounterwithDaniel。
"Ah，butyouareacrustyfellow，friend！"saidthecount。
ForsolereplyDanielgavehimashy，childlike，meek，andamiablesmile。
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Theoldcountwenthome，andNatashaandPetyapromisedtoreturnverysoon，butasitwasstillearlythehuntwentfarther。Atmiddaytheyputthehoundsintoaravinethicklyovergrownwithyoungtrees。Nicholasstandinginafallowfieldcouldseeallhiswhips。
Facinghimlayafieldofwinterrye，therehisownhuntsmanstoodaloneinahollowbehindahazelbush。ThehoundshadscarcelybeenloosedbeforeNicholasheardoneheknew，Voltorn，givingtongueatintervals；otherhoundsjoinedin，nowpausingandnowagaingivingtongue。Amomentlaterheheardacryfromthewoodedravinethatafoxhadbeenfound，andthewholepack，joiningtogether，rushedalongtheravinetowardtheryefieldandawayfromNicholas。
Hesawthewhipsintheirredcapsgallopingalongtheedgeoftheravine，heevensawthehounds，andwasexpectingafoxtoshowitselfatanymomentontheryefieldopposite。
Thehuntsmanstandinginthehollowmovedandloosedhisborzois，andNicholassawaqueer，short—leggedredfoxwithafinebrushgoinghardacrossthefield。Theborzoisboredownonit……Nowtheydrewclosetothefoxwhichbegantododgebetweenthefieldinsharperandsharpercurves，trailingitsbrush，whensuddenlyastrangewhiteborzoidashedinfollowedbyablackone，andeverythingwasinconfusion；theborzoisformedastar—shapedfigure，scarcelyswayingtheirbodiesandwithtailsturnedawayfromthecenterofthegroup。Twohuntsmengallopeduptothedogs；oneinaredcap，theother，astranger，inagreencoat。
"What’sthis？"thoughtNicholas。"Where’sthathuntsmanfrom？Heisnot’Uncle’s’man。"
Thehuntsmengotthefox，butstayedtherealongtimewithoutstrappingittothesaddle。Theirhorses，bridledandwithhighsaddles，stoodnearthemandtheretoothedogswerelying。Thehuntsmenwavedtheirarmsanddidsomethingtothefox。Thenfromthatspotcamethesoundofahorn，withthesignalagreedonincaseofafight。
"That’sIlagin’shuntsmanhavingarowwithourIvan，"saidNicholas’groom。
NicholassentthemantocallNatashaandPetyatohim，androdeatafootpacetotheplacewherethewhipsweregettingthehoundstogether。Severalofthefieldgallopedtothespotwherethefightwasgoingon。
Nicholasdismounted，andwithNatashaandPetya，whohadriddenup，stoppednearthehounds，waitingtoseehowthematterwouldend。Outofthebushescamethehuntsmanwhohadbeenfightingandrodetowardhisyoungmaster，withthefoxtiedtohiscrupper。
Whilestillatadistancehetookoffhiscapandtriedtospeakrespectfully，buthewaspaleandbreathlessandhisfacewasangry。
Oneofhiseyeswasblack，butheprobablywasnotevenawareofit。
"Whathashappened？"askedNicholas。
"Alikelything，killingafoxourdogshadhunted！Anditwasmygraybitchthatcaughtit！Gotolaw，indeed！……Hesnatchesatthefox！Igavehimonewiththefox。Hereitisonmysaddle！Doyouwantatasteofthis？……"saidthehuntsman，pointingtohisdaggerandprobablyimagininghimselfstillspeakingtohisfoe。
Nicholas，notstoppingtotalktotheman，askedhissisterandPetyatowaitforhimandrodetothespotwheretheenemy’s，Ilagin’s，huntingpartywas。
Thevictorioushuntsmanrodeofftojointhefield，andthere，surroundedbyinquiringsympathizers，recountedhisexploits。
ThefactswerethatIlagin，withwhomtheRostovshadaquarrelandwereatlaw，huntedoverplacesthatbelongedbycustomtotheRostovs，andhadnow，asifpurposely，senthismentotheverywoodstheRostovswerehuntingandlethismansnatchafoxtheirdogshadchased。