Because hes so young, because hes poor, because hes a relation because you dont care for him yourself.
How do you know that?
I know. Its not right, my darling.
But if I want to said Natasha.
Leave off talking nonsense, said the countess.
But if I want to
Natasha, I am serious
Natasha did not let her finish; she drew the countesss large hand to her, and kissed it on the upper side, and then on the palm, then turned it over again and began kissing it on the knuckle of the top joint of the finger, then on the space between the knuckles, then on a knuckle again, whispering: January, February, March, April, May.
Speak, mamma; why are you silent? Speak, she said, looking round at her mother, who was gazing tenderly at her daughter, and apparently in gazing at her had forgotten all she meant to say.
This wont do, my dear. Its not every one who will understand your childish feelings for one another, and seeing him on such intimate terms with you may prejudice you in the eyes of other young men who visit us, and what is of more consequence, its making him wretched for nothing. He had very likely found a match that would suit him, some wealthy girl, and now hes half-crazy.
Half-crazy? repeated Natasha.
Ill tell you what happened in my own case. I had a cousin
I knowKirilla Matveitch; but hes old.
He was not always old. But I tell you what, Natasha, Ill speak to Boris. He mustnt come so often
Why mustnt he, if he wants to?
Because I know it cant come to anything.
How do you know? No, mamma, dont speak to him. What nonsense! said Natasha, in the tone of a man being robbed of his property. Well, I wont marry him, so let him come, if he enjoys it and I enjoy it.
Natasha looked at her mother, smiling. Not to be married, butjust so, she repeated.
How so, my dear?
Oh, just so. I see its very necessary I shouldnt marry him, but just so.
Just so, just so, repeated the countess, and shaking all over, she went off into a good-natured, unexpectedly elderly laugh.
Dont laugh, stop, cried Natasha; youre shaking all the bed. Youre awfully like me, just another giggler Stop She snatched both the countesss hands, kissed one knuckle of the little finger, for June, and went on kissingJuly, Auguston the other hand. Mamma, is he very much in love? What do you think? Were
|Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details.|