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فصل 13

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13

WHEN Natasha ran out of the drawing-room she only went as far as the conservatory. There she paused and stood listening to the conversation in the drawing-room, waiting for Boris to come out. She was already growing impatient, and stamped her foot, ready to cry at his not coming at once, when she heard the young man’s discreet steps approaching neither quickly nor slowly. At this Natasha dashed swiftly among the flower-tubs and hid there.

Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going to a mirror examined his handsome face. Natasha, very still, peered out from her ambush, waiting to see what he would do. He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door. Natasha was about to call him but changed her mind. ‘Let him look for me,’ she said to herself. Hardly had Boris gone than Sonya, flushed, in tears, and muttering angrily, came in at the other door. Natasha checked her first impulse to run out to her, and remained in her hiding place, watching—as if under the cap of invisibility—to see what went on in the world. She was experiencing a new and peculiar pleasure. Sonya, muttering to herself, kept looking round towards the drawing-room door. It opened and Nikolai came in.

‘Sonya, what is the matter with you? How can you?’ said he, running up to her.

‘It’s nothing, nothing; leave me alone!’ sobbed Sonya.

‘Ah, I know what it is.’

‘Well, if you do, so much the better, and you can go back to her!’ ‘So-o-onya! Look here! How can you torture me and yourself like that, for a little thing you imagined?’ said Nikolai taking her hand.

Sonya did not pull it away, and left off crying. Natasha, not stirring and scarcely breathing, watched from her ambush with sparkling eyes. ‘What will happen now?’ she wondered.

‘Sonya! What is anyone in the world to me? You alone are everything!’ said Nikolai. ‘And I will prove it to you.’ ‘I don’t like you to talk like that.’

‘Well then, I won’t; only forgive me, Sonya!’ He drew her to him and kissed her.

‘Oh, how nice,’ thought Natasha; and when Sonya and Nikolai had gone out of the conservatory she followed and called Boris to her.

‘Boris, come here,’ she said with a sly and significant look. ‘I have this one thing to tell you. Here, here!’ and she led him into the conservatory to the place among the tubs where she had been hiding.

Boris followed her, smiling.

‘What is this one thing?’ he asked.

She grew confused, glanced round, and seeing the doll she had thrown down on one of the tubs, picked it up.

‘Kiss the doll,’ said she.

Boris looked attentively and kindly at her lively face, but did not reply.

‘Don’t you want to? Well then, come here,’ she said, and went further in among the plants and threw down the doll. ‘Closer, closer!’ she whispered.

She caught the young officer by his cuffs, and a look of solemnity and fear appeared on her flushed face.

‘Would you like to kiss me?’ she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling, and almost crying from excitement.

Boris blushed.

‘How funny you are!’ he said, bending down to her and blushing still more, but he waited and did not take advantage.

Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.

Then she slipped down among the flower pots on the other side of the tubs and stood, hanging her head.

‘Natasha,’ he said, ‘you know that I love you, but …’

‘You are in love with me?’ Natasha broke in.

‘Yes, in love, but please don’t let us do like that … In another four years … then I will ask for your hand.’ Natasha considered.

‘Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,’ she counted on her slender little fingers. ‘All right! Then it’s settled?’ A smile of joy and serenity lit up her lively face.

‘Settled!’ replied Boris.

‘For ever?’ said the little girl. ‘Till death itself?’

She took his arm and with a happy face went with him into the adjoining sitting-room.

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