“After that, I could not make out what there was; something blue and red.⁠ ⁠…”

“Sónya! When will he come back? When shall I see him! O, God, how afraid I am for him and for myself and about everything!⁠ ⁠…” Natásha began, and without replying to Sónya’s words of comfort she got into bed, and long after her candle was out lay open-eyed and motionless, gazing at the moonlight through the frosty windowpanes.