To such an extent had Natásha let herself go that the way she dressed and did her hair, her ill-chosen words, and her jealousy⁠—she was jealous of Sónya, of the governess, and of every woman, pretty or plain⁠—were habitual subjects of jest to those about her. The general opinion was that Pierre was under his wife’s thumb, which was really true. From the very first days of their married life Natásha had announced her demands. Pierre was greatly surprised by his wife’s view, to him a perfectly novel one, that every moment of his life belonged to her and to the family. His wife’s demands astonished him, but they also flattered him, and he submitted to them.