“What a darling this Nikolay of mine is!” Natasha was thinking.
“Ah! Still a light in the drawing-room,” she said, pointing to the windows of their house gleaming attractively in the wet, velvety darkness of the night.
“What a darling this Nikolay of mine is!” Natasha was thinking.
“Ah! Still a light in the drawing-room,” she said, pointing to the windows of their house gleaming attractively in the wet, velvety darkness of the night.