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s of full age； that Prince Andrey was marrying without his father’s consent； and that he could do the same； but that she would never receive that intriguing creature as her daughter。
Stung to fury by the words “intriguing creature；” Nikolay； raising his voice； told his mother that he had never expected her to try and force him to tell his feelings； and that since it was so； then for the last time he … But he had not time to utter the fatal word； which his mother seemed； from her expression； to be awaiting in terror； and which would； perhaps； have remained a cruel memory between them for ever。 He had not time to finish； because Natasha； who had been listening at the door； ran into the room with a pale and set face。
“Nikolenka； you are talking nonsense； hush； hush； hush！ I tell you hush！” … she almost screamed to overpower his voice。
“Mamma； darling； it’s not at all so … my sweet； poor darling；” she said； turning to her mother； who gazed in terror at her son； feeling herself on the edge of an abyss； but in the obstinacy and heat of the conflict unwilling and unable to give in。 “Nikolenka； I’ll explain to you； you go away—listen； mamma； darling；” she said to her mother。
Her words were incoherent； but they attained the effect at which she was aiming。
The countess； with a deep sob； hid her face on her daughter’s bosom； while Nikolay got up； clutched at his head； and went out of the room。
Natasha set to work to bring about a reconciliation； and succeeded so far that Nikolay received a promise from his mother that Sonya should not be worried； and himself made a promise that he would take no step without his parents’ knowledge。
Firmly resolved to settle things in his regiment； to retire； come home； and marry Sonya； Nikolay at the beginning of January went back to his regiment； sad and serious at being on bad terms with his parents； but； as it seemed to him； passionately in love。
After Nikolay’s departure； it was more depressing than ever in the Rostovs’ house。 The countess fell ill from the emotional strains she had passed through。
Sonya was depressed at parting from Nikolay； and still more at the hostile tone the countess could not help adopting towards her。 The count was more worried than ever by the difficulties of his position； which called for some decisive action。 It was necessary to sell the Moscow house and the estate near Moscow； and to do so it was necessary to go to Moscow。 But the countess’s illness forced them to put off going from day to day。 Natasha； who had at first borne the separation from her betrothed so easily and even cheerfully； grew now more impatient and overstrung every day。 The thought that her best time； that might have been spent in loving him； was being wasted like this for no object； continually fretted her。 Prince Andrey’s letters generally angered her。 It mortified her to think that while she was simply living in the thought of him； he was living a real life； seeing new places and new people who were interesting to him。 The more interesting his letters were； the more they vexed her。 Her letters to him； far from giving her comfort； were looked upon by her as a wearisome and artificial duty。 She could not write； because she could not attain to expressing truly in a letter a thousandth part of what she habitually expressed in voice and smile and eyes。 She wrote him formal letters； all on one pattern。 She did not attach the smallest importance to them herself； and the countess corrected the mistakes in spelling in the rough copy of them。 The countess’s health still did not mend； but the visit to Moscow could be deferred no longer。 The trousseau had to be got； the house had to be sold； and Prince Andrey was to arrive first in Moscow； where his father was spending the winter； and Natasha believed that he had already arrived there。 The countess was left in the country； and towards the end of January the count took Sonya and Natasha with him to Moscow。
Part Eight
Chapter 1
AFTER PRINCE ANDREY’S ENGAGEMENT to Natasha； Pierre suddenly； for no apparent reason； felt it impossible to go on living in the same way as before。 Firm as his belief was in the truths revealed to him by his benefactor； the old freemason； and happy as he had been at first in the task of perfecting his inner spiritual self； to which he had devoted himself with such ardour； yet after Prince Andrey’s engagement to Natasha； and the death of Osip Alexyevitch； the news of which reached him almost simultaneously； the whole zest of his religious life seemed to have suddenly vanished。 Nothing but the skeleton of life remained： his house with his brilliant wife； now basking in the favours of a very grand personage indeed； the society of all Petersburg； and his service at court with its tedious formalities。 And that life suddenly filled Pierre with unexpected loathing。 He gave up keeping his diary； avoided the society of brother…masons； took to visiting the club again and to drinking a great deal； associated once more with gay bachelor companions； and began to lead a life so dissipated that Countess Elena Vassilyevna thought it necessary to make severe observations to him on the subject。 Pierre felt that she was right； and to avoid compromising his wife he went away to Moscow。
In Moscow； as soon as he entered his huge house with the faded and fading princesses； his cousins； and the immense retinue of servants； as soon as； driving through the town； he saw the Iversky chapel with the lights of innumerable candles before the golden setting of the Madonna； the square of the Kremlin with its untrodden snow； the sledge…drivers； and the hovels of Sivtsev Vrazhok； saw the old Moscow gentlemen quietly going on with their daily round； without hurry or desire of change； saw the old Moscow ladies； the Moscow balls； and the English Club—he felt himself at home； in a quiet haven of rest。 In Moscow he felt comfortable； warm； at home； and snugly dirty； as in an old dressing…gown。
All Moscow society； from the old ladies to the children； welcomed Pierre back like a long…expected guest； whose place was always ready for him； and had never been filled up。 For the Moscow world； Pierre was the most delightful； kind…hearted； intellectual； good…humoured； and generous eccentric； and a heedless and genial Russian gentleman of the good old school。 His purse was always empty； because it was always open to every one。
Benefit…entertainments； poor pictures and statues； benevolent societies； gypsy choruses； schools； subscription dinners； drinking parties； the masons； churches； and books—no one and nothing ever met with a refusal； and had it not been for two friends； who had borrowed large sums of money from Pierre and constituted themselves guardians of a sort over him； he would have parted with everything。 Not a dinner； not a soirée took place at the club without him。
As soon as he was lolling in his place on the sofa； after a couple of bottles of Margaux； he was surrounded by a circle of friends； and arguments； disputes； and jokes sprang up round him。 Where there were quarrels； his kindly smile and casually uttered jokes were enough to reconcile the antagonists。 The masonic dining lodges were dull and dreary when he was absent。
When after