, , histone, andespeciallyinthatcalm, almostantagonisticlookcouldbefeltanestrangementfromeverythingbelongingtothisworld, ; butitwasobviousthathefailedtounderstand, notbecausehelackedthepowertodosobutbecauseheunderstoodsomethingelse—somethingthelivingdidnotandcouldnotunderstand—andwhichwhollyoccupiedhismind.
"There, youseehowstrangelyfatehasbroughtustogether," saidhe, breakingthesilenceandpointingtoNatasha."Shelooksaftermeallthetime."
, thesensitive, tenderPrinceAndrew, howcouldhesaythat, beforeherwhomhelovedandwholovedhim? , howcouldhehavefailedtopityherandhowcouldhespeaklikethatinherpresence? Theonlyexplanationwasthathewasindifferent, becausesomethingelse, muchmoreimportant, hadbeenrevealedtohim.
Theconversationwascoldanddisconnectedandcontinuallybrokeoff.
"MarycamebywayofRyazan," saidNatasha.
PrinceAndrewdidnotnoticethatshecalledhissisterMary, andonlyaftercallinghersoinhispresencedidNatashanoticeitherself.
"Really?" heasked.
"TheytoldherthatallMoscowhasbeenburneddown, andthat..."
, butcouldnotdoso.
"Yes, theysayit'sburned," hesaid."It'sagreatpity," andhegazedstraightbeforehim, absentlystrokinghismustachewithhisfingers.
