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I believe that was Natasha, thought Nikolay; and that was Madame Schoss; but perhaps its not so; and that Circassian with the moustaches I dont know, but I love her. Arent you cold? he asked them. They laughed and did not answer. Dimmler from the sledge behind shouted, probably something funny, but they could not make out what he said. Yes, yes, voices answered, laughing. But now came a sort of enchanted forest with shifting, black shadows, and the glitter of diamonds, and a flight of marble steps, and silver roofs of enchanted buildings, and the shrill whine of some beasts. And if it really is Melyukovka, then its stranger than ever that after driving, God knows where, we should come to Melyukovka, thought Nikolay. It certainly was Melyukovka, and footmen and maid-servants were running out with lights and beaming faces. Who is it? was asked from the entrance. The mummers from the counts; I can see by the horses, answered voices. |
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