Natásha and the other young people playfully run through the room where Countess Rostóv is receiving well-wishers.
Summary:
The Countess is receiving her final visitors. The guests are on the point of departing. Just then, two children run into the room. Natásha, laughing, is flippantly acting childish, playing with a doll, as other young people participate in this frolicsome group, who have just accidently knocked over a chair. Borís and Nicholas are in the group. Now and then the youths glance at one another, hardly able to suppress their laughter. The two women who have been gossiping are amused by the charming young people who are being so playful. Natásha, unable to control her laughter, runs from the room, followed by others of the young people.
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Meanwhile the younger generation: Borís, the officer, Anna Mikháylovna’s son; Nicholas, the undergraduate, the count’s eldest son; Sónya, the count’s fifteen-year-old niece, and little Pétya, his youngest boy, had all settled down in the drawing room and were obviously trying to restrain within the bounds of decorum the excitement and mirth that shone in all their faces.
Book 1, Chapter 11
Natásha and the other young people playfully run through the room where Countess Rostóv is receiving well-wishers.
Summary:
The Countess is receiving her final visitors. The guests are on the point of departing. Just then, two children run into the room. Natásha, laughing, is flippantly acting childish, playing with a doll, as other young people participate in this frolicsome group, who have just accidently knocked over a chair. Borís and Nicholas are in the group. Now and then the youths glance at one another, hardly able to suppress their laughter. The two women who have been gossiping are amused by the charming young people who are being so playful. Natásha, unable to control her laughter, runs from the room, followed by others of the young people.
quote from the chapter:
Meanwhile the younger generation: Borís, the officer, Anna Mikháylovna’s son; Nicholas, the undergraduate, the count’s eldest son; Sónya, the count’s fifteen-year-old niece, and little Pétya, his youngest boy, had all settled down in the drawing room and were obviously trying to restrain within the bounds of decorum the excitement and mirth that shone in all their faces.
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