began moving about, going out and coming in.
Borís came to the Rostóvs’ box, received their congratulations very simply, and raising his eyebrows with an absentminded smile conveyed to Natásha and Sónya his fiancée’s invitation to her wedding, and went away.
Natásha with a gay, coquettish smile talked to him, and congratulated on his approaching wedding that same Borís with whom she had formerly been in love.
In the state of intoxication she was in, everything seemed simple and natural.
The scantily clad Elèn smiled at everyone in the same way, and Natásha gave Borís a similar smile.
Elèn’s box was filled and surrounded from the stalls by the most distinguished and intellectual men, who seemed to vie with one another in their wish to let everyone see that they knew her.
During the whole of that entr’acte Kurágin stood