"Natasha，Idon’tunderstandyou。Andwhatareyousaying！ThinkofyourfatherandofNicholas。"
"Idon’twantanyone，Idon’tloveanyonebuthim。Howdareyousayheisdishonorable？Don’tyouknowthatIlovehim？"screamedNatasha。"Goaway，Sonya！Idon’twanttoquarrelwithyou，butgo，forGod’ssakego！YouseehowIamsuffering！"Natashacriedangrily，inavoiceofdespairandrepressedirritation。Sonyaburstintosobsandranfromtheroom。
Natashawenttothetableandwithoutamoment’sreflectionwrotethatanswertoPrincessMarywhichshehadbeenunabletowriteallthemorning。Inthislettershesaidbrieflythatalltheirmisunderstandingswereatanend；thatavailingherselfofthemagnanimityofPrinceAndrewwhowhenhewentabroadhadgivenherhershebeggedPrincessMarytoforgeteverythingandforgiveherifshehadbeentoblametowardher，butthatshecouldnotbehiswife。Atthatmomentthisallseemedquiteeasy，simple，andcleartoNatasha。
OnFridaytheRostovsweretoreturntothecountry，butonWednesdaythecountwentwiththeprospectivepurchasertohisestatenearMoscow。
Onthedaythecountleft，SonyaandNatashawereinvitedtoabigdinnerpartyattheKaragins’，andMaryaDmitrievnatookthemthere。
AtthatpartyNatashaagainmetAnatole，andSonyanoticedthatshespoketohim，tryingnottobeoverheard，andthatallthroughdinnershewasmoreagitatedthanever。WhentheygothomeNatashawasthefirsttobegintheexplanationSonyaexpected。
"There，Sonya，youweretalkingallsortsofnonsenseabouthim，"
Natashabeganinamildvoicesuchaschildrenusewhentheywishtobepraised。"Wehavehadanexplanationtoday。"
"Well，whathappened？Whatdidhesay？Natasha，howgladIamyou’renotangrywithme！Tellmeeverything—thewholetruth。Whatdidhesay？"
Natashabecamethoughtful。
"Oh，Sonya，ifyouknewhimasIdo！Hesaid……HeaskedmewhatI
hadpromisedBolkonski。HewasgladIwasfreetorefusehim。"
Sonyasighedsorrowfully。
"Butyouhaven’trefusedBolkonski？"saidshe。
"PerhapsIhave。PerhapsallisoverbetweenmeandBolkonski。Whydoyouthinksobadlyofme？"
"Idon’tthinkanything，onlyIdon’tunderstandthis……"
"Waitabit，Sonya，you’llunderstandeverything。You’llseewhatamanheis！Nowdon’tthinkbadlyofmeorofhim。Idon’tthinkbadlyofanyone：Iloveandpityeverybody。ButwhatamItodo？"
SonyadidnotsuccumbtothetendertoneNatashausedtowardher。
ThemoreemotionalandingratiatingtheexpressionofNatasha’sfacebecame，themoreseriousandsterngrewSonya’s。
"Natasha，"saidshe，"youaskedmenottospeaktoyou，andI
haven’tspoken，butnowyouyourselfhavebegun。Idon’ttrusthim，Natasha。Whythissecrecy？"
"Again，again！"interruptedNatasha。
"Natasha，Iamafraidforyou！"
"Afraidofwhat？"
"Iamafraidyou’regoingtoyourruin，"saidSonyaresolutely，andwasherselfhorrifiedatwhatshehadsaid。
AngeragainshowedinNatasha’sface。
"AndI’llgotomyruin，Iwill，assoonaspossible！It’snotyourbusiness！Itwon’tbeyou，butI，who’llsuffer。Leavemealone，leavemealone！Ihateyou！"
Natasha！"moanedSonya，aghast。
"Ihateyou，Ihateyou！You’remyenemyforever！"AndNatasharanoutoftheroom。
NatashadidnotspeaktoSonyaagainandavoidedher。Withthesameexpressionofagitatedsurpriseandguiltshewentaboutthehouse，takingupnowoneoccupation，nowanother，andatonceabandoningthem。
HardasitwasforSonya，shewatchedherfriendanddidnotletheroutofhersight。
Thedaybeforethecountwastoreturn，SonyanoticedthatNatashasatbythedrawingroomwindowallthemorningasifexpectingsomethingandthatshemadeasigntoanofficerwhodrovepast，whomSonyatooktobeAnatole。
SonyabeganwatchingherfriendstillmoreattentivelyandnoticedthatatdinnerandallthateveningNatashawasinastrangeandunnaturalstate。Sheansweredquestionsatrandom，begansentencesshedidnotfinish，andlaughedateverything。
AfterteaSonyanoticedahousemaidatNatasha’sdoortimidlywaitingtoletherpass。Sheletthegirlgoin，andthenlisteningatthedoorlearnedthatanotherletterhadbeendelivered。
ThensuddenlyitbecamecleartoSonyathatNatashahadsomedreadfulplanforthatevening。Sonyaknockedatherdoor。Natashadidnotletherin。
"Shewillrunawaywithhim！"thoughtSonya。"Sheiscapableofanything。Therewassomethingparticularlypatheticandresoluteinherfacetoday。Shecriedasshesaidgood—bytoUncle，"Sonyaremembered。"Yes，that’sit，shemeanstoelopewithhim，butwhatamItodo？"thoughtshe，recallingallthesignsthatclearlyindicatedthatNatashahadsometerribleintention。"Thecountisaway。WhatamItodo？WritetoKuragindemandinganexplanation？
Butwhatistheretoobligehimtoreply？WritetoPierre，asPrinceAndrewaskedmetoincaseofsomemisfortune？……ButperhapsshereallyhasalreadyrefusedBolkonski—shesentalettertoPrincessMaryyesterday。AndUncleisaway……"TotellMaryaDmitrievnawhohadsuchfaithinNatashaseemedtoSonyaterrible。"Well，anyway，"
thoughtSonyaasshestoodinthedarkpassage，"noworneverImustprovethatIrememberthefamily’sgoodnesstomeandthatIloveNicholas。Yes！IfIdon’tsleepforthreenightsI’llnotleavethispassageandwillholdherbackbyforceandwillandnotletthefamilybedisgraced，"thoughtshe。
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CHAPTERXVI
AnatolehadlatelymovedtoDolokhov’s。TheplanforNatalieRostova’sabductionhadbeenarrangedandthepreparationsmadebyDolokhovafewdaysbefore，andonthedaythatSonya，afterlisteningatNatasha’sdoor，resolvedtosafeguardher，itwastohavebeenputintoexecution。NatashahadpromisedtocomeouttoKuraginatthebackporchattenthatevening。KuraginwastoputherintoatroykahewouldhavereadyandtodriveherfortymilestothevillageofKamenka，whereanunfrockedpriestwasinreadinesstoperformamarriageceremonyoverthem。AtKamenkaarelayofhorseswastowaitwhichwouldtakethemtotheWarsawhighroad，andfromtheretheywouldhastenabroadwithposthorses。
Anatolehadapassport，anorderforposthorses，tenthousandrubleshehadtakenfromhissisterandanothertenthousandborrowedwithDolokhov’shelp。
Twowitnessesforthemockmarriage—Khvostikov，aretiredpettyofficialwhomDolokhovmadeuseofinhisgamblingtransactions，andMakarin，aretiredhussar，akindly，weakfellowwhohadanunboundedaffectionforKuragin—weresittingatteainDolokhov’sfrontroom。
Inhislargestudy，thewallsofwhichwerehungtotheceilingwithPersianrugs，bearskins，andweapons，satDolokhovinatravelingcloakandhighboots，atanopendeskonwhichlayabacusandsomebundlesofpapermoney。Anatole，withuniformunbuttoned，walkedtoandfrofromtheroomwherethewitnessesweresitting，throughthestudytotheroombehind，wherehisFrenchvaletandotherswerepackingthelastofhisthings。Dolokhovwascountingthemoneyandnotingsomethingdown。
"Well，"hesaid，"Khvostikovmusthavetwothousand。"
"Giveittohim，then，"saidAnatole。
"Makarka"theirnameforMakarin"willgothroughfireandwaterforyoufornothing。Sohereareouraccountsallsettled，"saidDolokhov，showinghimthememorandum。"Isthatright？"
"Yes，ofcourse，"returnedAnatole，evidentlynotlisteningtoDolokhovandlookingstraightbeforehimwithasmilethatdidnotleavehisface。
DolokhovbangeddowntheorofhisandturnedtoAnatolewithanironicsmile：
"Doyouknow？You’dreallybetterdropitall。There’sstilltime！"
"Fool，"retortedAnatole。"Don’ttalknonsense！Ifyouonlyknew……it’sthedevilknowswhat！"
"No，really，giveitup！"saidDolokhov。"Iamspeakingseriously。
It’snojoke，thisplotyou’vehatched。"
"What，teasingagain？Gotothedevil！Eh？"saidAnatole，makingagrimace。"Reallyit’snotimeforyourstupidjokes，"andhelefttheroom。
DolokhovsmiledcontemptuouslyandcondescendinglywhenAnatolehadgoneout。
"Youwaitabit，"hecalledafterhim。"I’mnotjoking，I’mtalkingsense。Comehere，comehere！"
AnatolereturnedandlookedatDolokhov，tryingtogivehimhisattentionandevidentlysubmittingtohiminvoluntarily。
"Nowlistentome。I’mtellingyouthisforthelasttime。WhyshouldIjokeaboutit？DidIhinderyou？Whoarrangedeverythingforyou？Whofoundthepriestandgotthepassport？Whoraisedthemoney？Ididitall。"
"Well，thankyouforit。DoyouthinkIamnotgrateful？"AndAnatolesighedandembracedDolokhov。
"Ihelpedyou，butallthesameImusttellyouthetruth；itisadangerousbusiness，andifyouthinkaboutit—astupidbusiness。
Well，you’llcarryheroff—allright！Willtheyletitstopatthat？Itwillcomeoutthatyou’realreadymarried。Why，they’llhaveyouinthecriminalcourt……"
"Oh，nonsense，nonsense！"Anatoleejaculatedandagainmadeagrimace。"Didn’tIexplaintoyou？What？"AndAnatole，withthepartialitydull—wittedpeoplehaveforanyconclusiontheyhavereachedbytheirownreasoning，repeatedtheargumenthehadalreadyputtoDolokhovahundredtimes。"Didn’tIexplaintoyouthatI
havecometothisconclusion：ifthismarriageisinvalid，"hewenton，crookingonefinger，"thenIhavenothingtoanswerfor；butifitisvalid，nomatter！Abroadnoonewillknowanythingaboutit。
Isn’tthatso？Anddon’ttalktome，don’t，don’t。"
"Seriously，you’dbetterdropit！You’llonlygetyourselfintoamess！"
"Gotothedevil！"criedAnatoleand，clutchinghishair，lefttheroom，butreturnedatonceanddroppedintoanarmchairinfrontofDolokhovwithhisfeetturnedunderhim。"It’stheverydevil！What？
Feelhowitbeats！"HetookDolokhov’shandandputitonhisheart。
"Whatafoot，mydearfellow！Whataglance！Agoddess！"headdedinFrench。"What？"
Dolokhovwithacoldsmileandagleaminhishandsomeinsolenteyeslookedathim—evidentlywishingtogetsomemoreamusementoutofhim。
"Wellandwhenthemoney’sgone，whatthen？"
"Whatthen？Eh？"repeatedAnatole，sincerelyperplexedbyathoughtofthefuture。"Whatthen？……Then，Idon’tknow……Butwhytalknonsense！"Heglancedathiswatch。"It’stime！"
Anatolewentintothebackroom。
"Nowthen！Nearlyready？You’redawdling！"heshoutedtotheservants。
Dolokhovputawaythemoney，calledafootmanwhomheorderedtobringsomethingforthemtoeatanddrinkbeforethejourney，andwentintotheroomwhereKhvostikovandMakarinweresitting。
Anatolelayonthesofainthestudyleaningonhiselbowandsmilingpensively，whilehishandsomelipsmutteredtenderlytohimself。
"Comeandeatsomething。Haveadrink！"Dolokhovshoutedtohimfromtheotherroom。
"Idon’twantto，"answeredAnatolecontinuingtosmile。
"Come！Balagaishere。"
Anatoleroseandwentintothediningroom。BalagawasafamoustroykadriverwhohadknownDolokhovandAnatolesomesixyearsandhadgiventhemgoodservicewithhistroykas。MorethanoncewhenAnatole’sregimentwasstationedatTverhehadtakenhimfromTverintheevening，broughthimtoMoscowbydaybreak，anddrivenhimbackagainthenextnight。MorethanoncehehadenabledDolokhovtoescapewhenpursued。Morethanoncehehaddriventhemthroughthetownwithgypsiesand"ladykins"ashecalledthecocottes。MorethanonceintheirservicehehadrunoverpedestriansandupsetvehiclesinthestreetsofMoscowandhadalwaysbeenprotectedfromtheconsequencesby"mygentlemen"ashecalledthem。Hehadruinedmorethanonehorseintheirservice。Morethanoncetheyhadbeatenhim，andmorethanoncetheyhadmadehimdrunkonchampagneandMadeira，whichheloved；andheknewmorethanonethingabouteachofthemwhichwouldlongagohavesentanordinarymantoSiberia。TheyoftencalledBalagaintotheirorgiesandmadehimdrinkanddanceatthegypsies’，andmorethanonethousandrublesoftheirmoneyhadpassedthroughhishands。Intheirserviceheriskedhisskinandhislifetwentytimesayear，andintheirservicehadlostmorehorsesthanthemoneyhehadfromthemwouldbuy。Buthelikedthem；
likedthatmaddrivingattwelvemilesanhour，likedupsettingadriverorrunningdownapedestrian，andflyingatfullgallopthroughtheMoscowstreets。Helikedtohearthosewild，tipsyshoutsbehindhim："Geton！Geton！"whenitwasimpossibletogoanyfaster。Helikedgivingapainfullashonthenecktosomepeasantwho，moredeadthanalive，wasalreadyhurryingoutofhisway。"Realgentlemen！"
heconsideredthem。
AnatoleandDolokhovlikedBalagatooforhismasterlydrivingandbecausehelikedthethingstheyliked。WithothersBalagabargained，chargingtwenty—fiverublesforatwohours’drive，andrarelydrovehimself，generallylettinghisyoungmendoso。Butwith"hisgentlemen"healwaysdrovehimselfandneverdemandedanythingforhiswork。Onlyacoupleoftimesayear—whenheknewfromtheirvaletsthattheyhadmoneyinhand—hewouldturnupofamorningquitesoberandwithadeepbowwouldaskthemtohelphim。
Thegentlemenalwaysmadehimsitdown。
"Dohelpmeout，TheodoreIvanych，sir，"or"yourexcellency，"hewouldsay。"Iamquiteoutofhorses。Letmehavewhatyoucantogotothefair。"
AndAnatoleandDolokhov，whentheyhadmoney，wouldgivehimathousandoracoupleofthousandrubles。
Balagawasafair—haired，short，andsnub—nosedpeasantofabouttwenty—seven；red—faced，withaparticularlyredthickneck，glitteringlittleeyes，andasmallbeard。Heworeafine，dark—blue，silk—linedclothcoatoverasheepskin。
Onenteringtheroomnowhecrossedhimself，turningtowardthefrontcorneroftheroom，andwentuptoDolokhov，holdingoutasmall，blackhand。
"TheodoreIvanych！"hesaid，bowing。
"Howd’youdo，friend？Well，hereheis！"
"Goodday，yourexcellency！"hesaid，againholdingouthishandtoAnatolewhohadjustcomein。
"Isay，Balaga，"saidAnatole，puttinghishandsontheman’sshoulders，"doyoucareformeornot？Eh？Now，domeaservice……
Whathorseshaveyoucomewith？Eh？"
"Asyourmessengerordered，yourspecialbeasts，"repliedBalaga。
"Well，listen，Balaga！Driveallthreetodeathbutgetmethereinthreehours。Eh？"
"Whentheyaredead，whatshallIdrive？"saidBalagawithawink。
"Mind，I’llsmashyourfacein！Don’tmakejokes！"criedAnatole，suddenlyrollinghiseyes。
"Whyjoke？"saidthedriver，laughing。"AsifI’dgrudgemygentlemenanything！Asfastaseverthehorsescangallop，sofastwe’llgo！"
"Ah！"saidAnatole。"Well，sitdown。"
"Yes，sitdown！"saidDolokhov。
"I’llstand，TheodoreIvanych。"
"Sitdown；nonsense！Haveadrink！"saidAnatole，andfilledalargeglassofMadeiraforhim。
Thedriver’seyessparkledatthesightofthewine。Afterrefusingitformanners’sake，hedrankitandwipedhismouthwitharedsilkhandkerchiefhetookoutofhiscap。
"Andwhenarewetostart，yourexcellency？"
"Well……"Anatolelookedathiswatch。"We’llstartatonce。Mind，Balaga！You’llgetthereintime？Eh？"
"Thatdependsonourluckinstarting，elsewhyshouldn’twebethereintime？"repliedBalaga。"Didn’twegetyoutoTverinsevenhours？Ithinkyourememberthat，yourexcellency？"
"Doyouknow，oneChristmasIdrovefromTver，"saidAnatole，smilinglyattherecollectionandturningtoMakarinwhogazedrapturouslyathimwithwide—openeyes。"Willyoubelieveit，Makarka，ittookone’sbreathaway，therateweflew。Wecameacrossatrainofloadedsleighsanddroverightovertwoofthem。Eh？"
"Thosewerehorses！"Balagacontinuedthetale。"ThattimeI’dharnessedtwoyoungsidehorseswiththebayintheshafts，"hewenton，turningtoDolokhov。"Willyoubelieveit，TheodoreIvanych，thoseanimalsflewfortymiles？Icouldn’tholdthemin，myhandsgrewnumbinthesharpfrostsothatIthrewdownthereins—’Catchholdyourself，yourexcellency！’saysI，andIjusttumbledonthebottomofthesleighandsprawledthere。Itwasn’tacaseofurgingthemon，therewasnoholdingthemintillwereachedtheplace。Thedevilstookusthereinthreehours！Onlythenearonediedofit。"
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CHAPTERXVII
Anatolewentoutoftheroomandreturnedafewminuteslaterwearingafurcoatgirtwithasilverbelt，andasablecapjauntilysetononesideandverybecomingtohishandsomeface。Havinglookedinamirror，andstandingbeforeDolokhovinthesameposehehadassumedbeforeit，heliftedaglassofwine。
"Well，good—by，Theodore。Thankyouforeverythingandfarewell！"
saidAnatole。"Well，comradesandfriends……"heconsideredforamoment"……ofmyyouth，farewell！"hesaid，turningtoMakarinandtheothers。
Thoughtheywereallgoingwithhim，Anatoleevidentlywishedtomakesomethingtouchingandsolemnoutofthisaddresstohiscomrades。Hespokeslowlyinaloudvoiceandthrowingouthischestslightlyswayedoneleg。
"Alltakeglasses；youtoo，Balaga。Well，comradesandfriendsofmyyouth，we’vehadourflingandlivedandreveled。Eh？Andnow，whenshallwemeetagain？Iamgoingabroad。Wehavehadagoodtime—nowfarewell，lads！Toourhealth！Hurrah！……"hecried，andemptyinghisglassflungitonthefloor。
"Toyourhealth！"saidBalagawhoalsoemptiedhisglass，andwipedhismouthwithhishandkerchief。
MakarinembracedAnatolewithtearsinhiseyes。
"Ah，Prince，howsorryIamtopartfromyou！
"Let’sgo。Let’sgo！"criedAnatole。
Balagawasabouttoleavetheroom。
"No，stop！"saidAnatole。"Shutthedoor；wehavefirsttositdown。
That’stheway。"
Theyshutthedoorandallsatdown。
"Now，quickmarch，lads！"saidAnatole，rising。
Joseph，hisvalet，handedhimhissabretacheandsaber，andtheyallwentoutintothevestibule。
"Andwhere’sthefurcloak？"askedDolokhov。"Hey，Ignatka！GotoMatrenaMatrevnaandaskherforthesablecloak。Ihaveheardwhatelopementsarelike，"continuedDolokhovwithawink。"Why，she’llrushoutmoredeadthanalivejustinthethingssheiswearing；ifyoudelayatallthere’llbetearsand’Papa’and’Mamma，’andshe’sfrozeninaminuteandmustgoback—butyouwrapthefurcloakroundherfirstthingandcarryhertothesleigh。"
Thevaletbroughtawoman’sfox—linedcloak。
"Fool，Itoldyouthesableone！Hey，Matrena，thesable！"heshoutedsothathisvoicerangfarthroughtherooms。
Ahandsome，slim，andpale—facedgypsygirlwithglitteringblackeyesandcurlyblue—blackhair，wearingaredshawl，ranoutwithasablemantleonherarm。
"Here，Idon’tgrudgeit—takeit！"shesaid，evidentlyafraidofhermasterandyetregretfulofhercloak。
Dolokhov，withoutanswering，tookthecloak，threwitoverMatrena，andwrappedherupinit。
"That’stheway，"saidDolokhov，"andthenso！"andheturnedthecollaruproundherhead，leavingonlyalittleofthefaceuncovered。
"Andthenso，doyousee？"andhepushedAnatole’sheadforwardtomeetthegapleftbythecollar，throughwhichMatrena’sbrilliantsmilewasseen。
"Well，good—by，Matrena，"saidAnatole，kissingher。"Ah，myrevelshereareover。RemembermetoSteshka。There，good—by！Good—by，Matrena，wishmeluck！"
"Well，Prince，mayGodgiveyougreatluck！"saidMatrenainhergypsyaccent。
Twotroykaswerestandingbeforetheporchandtwoyoungdriverswereholdingthehorses。Balagatookhisseatinthefrontoneandholdinghiselbowshigharrangedthereinsdeliberately。AnatoleandDolokhovgotinwithhim。Makarin，Khvostikov，andavaletseatedthemselvesintheothersleigh。
"Well，areyouready？"askedBalaga。
"Go！"hecried，twistingthereinsroundhishands，andthetroykatoredowntheNikitskiBoulevard。
"Tproo！Getoutoftheway！Hi！……Tproo！……"TheshoutingofBalagaandofthesturdyyoungfellowseatedontheboxwasallthatcouldbeheard。OntheArbatSquarethetroykacaughtagainstacarriage；
somethingcracked，shoutswereheard，andthetroykaflewalongtheArbatStreet。
AftertakingaturnalongthePodnovinskiBoulevard，Balagabegantoreinin，andturningbackdrewupatthecrossingoftheoldKonyushenyStreet。
TheyoungfellowontheboxjumpeddowntoholdthehorsesandAnatoleandDolokhovwentalongthepavement。WhentheyreachedthegateDolokhovwhistled。Thewhistlewasanswered，andamaidservantranout。
"Comeintothecourtyardoryou’llbeseen；she’llcomeoutdirectly，"saidshe。
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