She heard the sound of their voices through the door. That door opened and Natásha came out, looking excited. Not noticing the monk, who had risen to greet her and was drawing back the wide sleeve on his right arm, she went up to Sónya and took her hand.
“Natásha, what are you about? Come here!” said the countess.
Natásha went up to the monk for his blessing, and he advised her to pray for aid to God and His saint.
As soon as the prior withdrew, Natásha took her friend by the hand and went with her into the unoccupied room.
“Sónya, will he live?” she asked. “Sónya, how happy I am, and how unhappy! … Sónya, dovey, everything is as it used to be. If only he lives! He cannot … because … because … of …” and Natásha burst into