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“Let her off； Kondratyevna；” said Natasha。 “Run along； Mavrusha； run along。”
And after releasing Mavrusha； Natasha crossed the big hall and went to the vestibule。 An old footman and two young ones were playing cards。 They broke off and rose at the entrance of their young mistress。 “What am I to do with them？” Natasha wondered。
“Yes； Nikita； go out； please…Where am I to send him？…Yes； go to the yard and bring me a cock； please； and you； Misha； bring me some oats。”
“Just a few oats； if you please？” said Misha； with cheerful readiness。
“Run along； make haste；” the old man urged him。
“Fyodor； you get me some chalk。”
As she passed the buffet she ordered the samovar； though it was not the right time for it。
The buffet…waiter； Foka； was the most ill…tempered person in the house。 Natasha liked to try her power over him。 He did not believe in her order； and went to inquire if it were really wanted。
“Ah； you’re a nice young lady！” said Foka； pretending to frown at Natasha。
No one in the house sent people on errands and gave the servants so much work as Natasha。 She could not see people without wanting to send them for something。 She seemed to be trying to see whether one of them would not be cross or sulky with her； but no one’s orders were so readily obeyed by the servants as Natasha’s。 “What am I to do？ Where am I to go？” Natasha wondered； strolling slowly along the corridor。
“Nastasya Ivanovna； what will my children be？” she asked the buffoon； who came towards her in his woman’s jacket。
“Fleas； and dragon…flies； and grasshoppers；” answered the buffoon。
“My God！ my God！ always the same。 Oh； where am I to go？ What am I to do with myself？” And she ran rapidly upstairs； tapping with her shoes； to see Vogel and his wife； who had rooms on the top floor。 The two governesses were sitting with the Vogels and on the table were plates of raisins； walnuts； and almonds。 The governesses were discussing the question which was the cheaper town to live in； Moscow or Odessa。 Natasha sat down； listened to their talk with a serious and dreamy face； and got up。 “The island Madagascar；” she said。 “Mada…ga…scar；” she repeated； articulating each syllable distinctly； and making no reply to Madame Schoss’s inquiry into her meaning； she went out of the room。
Petya； her brother； was upstairs too。 He was engaged with his tutor making fireworks to let off that night。
“Petya！ Petya！” she shouted to him； “carry me downstairs。” Petya ran to her and offered her his back； and he pranced along with her。 “No； enough。 The island Madagascar；” she repeated； and jumping off his back she went downstairs。
Having as it were reviewed her kingdom； tried her power； and made sure that all were submissive； but yet that she was dull； Natasha went into the big hall； took up the guitar； and sat down with it in a dark corner behind a bookcase。 She began fingering the strings in the bass； picking out a phrase she recalled from an opera she had heard in Petersburg with Prince Andrey。 For other listeners the sounds that came from her guitar would have had no sort of meaning； but these sounds called up in her imagination a whole series of reminiscences。 She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light that fell from the crack in the pantry door； and listened to herself and recalled the past。 She was in the mood for brooding over memories。
Sonya crossed the hall； and went into the pantry with a glass in her hand。 Natasha glanced at her through the crack in the pantry door； and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through the crack in the pantry door； and Sonya passing with the glass in just the same way。 “Yes； and it was exactly the same in every detail；” thought Natasha。
“Sonya； what is this？” called Natasha； twanging the thick cord with her fingers。
“Oh； are you there？” said Sonya starting； and she came up and listened。 “I don’t know。 A storm？” she said timidly； afraid of being wrong。
“Why； she started in just the same way； and came up and smiled the same timid smile when it all happened before；” thought Natasha； “and just in the same way； too。…I thought there was something wanting in her。”
“No； it’s the chorus from the ‘Water Carrier；’ listen。” And Natasha hummed the air of the chorus； so that Sonya might catch it。 “Where were you going？” asked Natasha。
“To change the water in my glass。 I am just finishing colouring the design。”
“You always find something to do； but I can’t； you know；” said Natasha。 “And where’s Nikolenka？”
“I think he’s asleep。”
“Sonya； do go and wake him；” said Natasha。 “Tell him I want him to sing with me。”
She sat a little longer； pondering on what was the meaning of its all having happened before； and not solving that question； and not in the least chagrined at being unable to do so； she passed again in her imagination to the time when she was with him； and he gazed at her with eyes of love。
“Oh； if he would come quickly！ I’m so afraid it will never come！ And worst of all； I’m getting older； that’s the thing。 There won’t be in me what there is in me now。 Perhaps he is coming to…day； will be here immediately。 Perhaps he has come； and is sitting there in the drawing…room。 Perhaps he did come yesterday； and I have forgotten。” She got up； put down her guitar； and went into the parlour。 All their domestic circle； tutors； governesses； and guests were sitting at the tea…table。 The servants were standing round the table。 But Prince Andrey was not there； and the same old life was still going on。
“Here she is；” said the count； seeing Natasha coming in。 “Come； sit by me。” But Natasha stayed by her mother； looking about her as though seeking for something。
“Mamma！” she said。 “Give me him； give me him； mamma； quickly； quickly；” and again she could hardly suppress her sobs。 She sat down to the table and listened to the talk of the elders and Nikolay； who had come in to tea。 “My God； my God； the same people； the same talk； papa holding his cup； and blowing it just the same as always；” thought Natasha； feeling with horror an aversion rising up in her for all her family； because they were always the same。
After tea Nikolay； Sonya； and Natasha went into the divan…room to their favourite corner； where their most intimate talks always began。
Chapter 10
“DOES IT HAPPEN to you；” said Natasha to her brother； when they were settled in the divan…room； “to feel that nothing will ever happen—nothing； that all that is good is past？ And it’s not exactly a bored feeling； but melancholy？”
“I should think so！” said he。 “It has sometimes happened to me that when everything’s all right； and every one’s cheerful； it suddenly strikes one that one’s sick of it all； and all must die。 Once in the regiment when I did not go to some merrymaking； and there the music was playing…and I felt all at once so dreary…”
“Oh； I know that feeling； I know it； I know it；” Natasha assented； “even when I was quite little； I used to have that feeling。 Do you remember； once I was punished for eating some plums； and you were all dancing； and I sat in the schoolroom sobbing。 I shall never forget it； I felt sad and sorry for every one； sorry for m