Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

The day after the opera the Rostovs were not going anywhere, and no one came to see them.Marya Dmitrievna was discussing something with her father without telling Natasha.Natasha wondered that they were talking about the old prince and had made up their minds, which made her uneasy and wronged.She was waiting for Prince Andrei at every moment, and twice that day sent the gardener to Vcdvirenka to find out whether he had arrived.He hasn't come yet.She's even more upset now than she was in the first few days of her arrival.Not only did she appear impatient and often missed him, but she recalled unpleasantly her meetings with Princess Marya and the old prince, and she felt inexplicably frightened and anxious.There was always in her mind that he would never come back, or that something would happen to her before he arrived.She could not think of him calmly and for long by herself as she had done before.As soon as she began to think of him, he was present in her mind, and she recalled the old prince, Princess Marya, the last opera performance, and Kuragin.Another question arose in her thoughts: whether she felt remorse, whether her loyalty to Prince Andrey had been destroyed, and she recalled at length the man who had aroused in her an incomprehensible and terrible feeling. Every word, every gesture and every facial expression reveals varying degrees.In the eyes of her family Natasha was more active than usual, but she was far less serene and happy than before.

On Sunday mornings, Marya Dmitrievna invited her guests to her own parish of the Assumption for daily prayers. "I don't like these trendy churches," she said, who prides herself on being free-thinking. "There is but one God everywhere, and our vicars in our parish are polite, orderly, and aboveboard, even the deacon. What holiness is there to sing in the choir? I don't like it. What a fool!" Marya Dmitrievna liked Sundays, and celebrated them well.Her house was swept and scoured on Saturdays, when the servants and she did not work, and everyone wore festive attire to worship.The master added food to lunch, and also served vodka to the servants, and roast goose or suckling pork.Locke (JohnLocke, 1632-1704) British philosopher and statesman. , nothing in the whole house stood out so much as in Marya Dmitrievna's broad, serious face, which always expressed its solemn expression on Sundays.

They drank coffee after prayers, and in the drawing-room, where the covers had been taken off, Marya Dmitrievna was informed by the servant that the carriage was ready.She put on the rich shawl she used for visiting, stood up solemnly, and said that she was going to visit Prince Nikolai Andreich Bolkonsky and explain to him about Natasha. thing. After Maria Dmitrievna had gone, the dressmaker from Madame Chalm's fashion house came to the Rostovs' house, and Natasha, closing the door of the room next to the living room, began to try on new dresses, a pastime which she was very fond of. Feel very satisfied.As she was trying on the corset, which had not yet been sewn up at the sleeves and which had been roughly stitched, and turned to look in the mirror to see if the back would fit, she heard her father and a woman talking in the living room. The voice of vigorous conversation, she blushed after hearing the woman's voice.This is Helen's voice.Before Natasha had time to take off the corset she was trying on, the door opened, and Countess Bezukhova entered the room, wearing a dark purple velvet dress with a high collar, and smiling softly.

"Ah, madelicieuse!" she said to Natasha, who was blushing, "Charmante! ② No, this is too shameful, my lovely Count's book." to Ilya, who came in after her Andreich said, "How can you live in Moscow and not go anywhere? No, I will never be behind you! Tonight Miss George will read at my place, and some people will come to the reunion Well, if you don't bring your two girls who are more beautiful than Mademoiselle George, I will ignore you. The husband is not here, he has gone to Tver, or I will send him to fetch you. Please be sure to come, be sure to come, after eight o'clock." She nodded to her familiar female fashion designer who curtseyed to her respectfully, and then sat down on the easy chair next to the mirror, gracefully unfolding her The pleats of a velvet dress.She was gentle and cheerful, and she went on and on, admiring Natasha's beauty.She takes a good look at her dress and compliments it, she also shows off her engaz from paris

metallique③ new dress, I suggest that Natasha also make a similar dress. -------- ① French: Ah, my lovely girl! ②French: It’s so beautiful! ③French: made of metal gauze. "But you look good in any dress, my lovely girl," she said. Natasha always had a happy smile on her face.She felt very happy, almost ecstatic, to be praised by this lovely Countess Bezuhova, who was now very kind to Natasha, whom Natasha had previously thought an inaccessible and proud lady.Natasha was so happy that she felt almost in love with such a beautiful and kind woman.Helen also sincerely praised Natasha and wanted to make her happy for a while.Anatole begged her to take him to make acquaintance with Natasha, who had come to the Rostovs' for that very reason.The idea of ​​introducing her brother to Natasha struck her as ridiculous.

Although she had complained to Natasha before that she had taken her Boris in Petersburg, she did not think about it now, and wished Natasha well with all her heart, as she saw it.When she left the Rostov House, she called her protege aside. "My brother dined with me yesterday, and we laughed like hell—he couldn't eat, and sighed when he thought of you, my lovely girl. Ilestfou, maisfouamoureuxdevous, machere." Natasha blushed when she heard these words. "Too red, too red, madelicieuse!" said Helen. "You must come. Sivousaimezquelqu'un, madelicieuse, cen'estpasuneraisonpoursecloeBtrer. Simemevousetespromise, jesuissuBrequevotrepromisauraitdesirequevousalliezdanslemondeensonabsenceplutoBtquededeperirdenAnui③."

-------- ①French: He is insane, he really loves you insane. ②French: My lovely girl. ③ French: If you love someone, my lovely girl, this is no reason for you to stay at home.Even if you are a fiancée, I believe your fiancé would rather have put you in high society than to have you miserable to death. "So she knows I'm a fiancée, so she's talked about it with her husband, and Pierre, and this fair Pierre, and laughed at it. So it doesn't count What?" Natasha thought.Under Helen's influence, Natasha felt that things that seemed scary before now seemed normal and natural. "She's a grandedame, so lovely, it's obvious she loves me with all her heart," thought Natasha, "why not be happy?" thought Natasha, staring at Helen with wide eyes .

-------- ① French: powerful lady. Marya Dmitrievna came back before dinner, she was silent and serious, evidently she had failed with the old prince.She seemed too agitated by a conflict to speak of it calmly.She answered the count's question in this way: Everything is going well, and I will tell him tomorrow.Marya Dmitrievna, having heard of Countess Bezukhova's visit and her invitation to the evening party, said: "I don't like to associate with Bezukhova, and I advise you not to make friends with her. Well, since you have promised, go and have fun," she added, turning to Natasha.