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Rostov hurriedly put something on his feet, drew on his dressing

gown, and went out. Natasha had put on one spurred boot and was

just getting her foot into the other. Sonya, when he came in, was

twirling round and was about to expand her dresses into a balloon

and sit down. They were dressed alike, in new pale-blue frocks,

and were both fresh, rosy, and bright. Sonya ran away, but

Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the sitting room,

where they began talking. They hardly gave one another time to

ask questions and give replies concerning a thousand little

matters which could not interest anyone but themselves. Natasha

laughed at every word he said or that she said herself, not

because what they were saying was amusing, but because she felt

happy and was unable to control her joy which expressed itself by

laughter.

"Oh, how nice, how splendid!" she said to everything.