Briggs: At first the countess cannot accept the news of Petya's death.
Pevear and Volokhonsky: The Rostovs learn of Petya's death. Natasha looks after her mother.
Translation:
II.
Besides the common feeling of alienation from all people, Natasha at this time tested a special feeling of alienation from the persons of her family. All of them: her father, mother, Sonya, were for her so close, habitual, so everyday that all their words and feelings seemed to her an insult to this peace in which she lived in the latter time, and she not only was indifferent, but with hostility watched them. She heard the words of Dunyasha about Peter Ilyich, about misfortunes, but did not understand them.
"What is there for them misfortune, what may be a misfortune? They have all their old, habitual calm," mentally said Natasha.
When she entered in the hall, her father quickly went out of the room of the countess. His face was wrinkled and wet from tears. He apparently ran out of that room, so that to give free will to the pressure of his sobbing. Seeing Natasha, he frantically waved his hands and burst out in painfully convulsive sobs, distorting his round, soft face.
— Pe... Petya... Go, go, she... she... calls... — and he, sobbing as a child, fast mincing his weakening feet, came up to a chair and almost fell in it, closing his face with his hands.
Suddenly as if an electric current ran by all the essence of Natasha. Something fearfully hurt and stroked her in the heart. She felt a terrible pain; to her it seemed that something ripped off in her and that she was dying. Yet following behind the pain she felt instantly an exemption from the ban of life lying in her. Seeing her father and upon hearing from behind the door the terrible, coarse shout of her mother, she instantly forgot herself and her grief. She ran up to her father, but he, powerlessly waving his hand, pointed out to the door of her mother. Princess Marya, pale, with a trembling lower jaw, exited from the door and took Natasha behind the hand, saying to her something. Natasha did not see or hear her. She with fast steps entered in the door, stopping in the moment, as would in a struggle with her very self, and ran up to her mother.
The countess lied in the armchair, weirdly awkwardly stretching out, and fought her head about the wall. Sonya and the girls held her behind the hand.
— Natasha, Natasha!.. — shouted the countess. — Not true, not true... He lies... Natasha! — she shouted, pushing away from the surrounding herself. — Come away all, not true! Killed!..Ha ha ha!..Not true!
Natasha became on a knee in a chair, bending over above her mother, hugging her, with unexpected force, raised, turning her face to herself and snuggling her.
— Mama!.. Darling!.. I am here, my friend. Mama, — she whispered to her, not shutting up for a second.
She did not release her mother, tenderly fought with her, demanding pillows, water, unbuttoning and tearing up the dress on her mother.
— My friend, darling... Mama...Darling, — not ceasing she whispered, kissing her head, hand, face and feeling, as uncontrollable, the streams, tickling her nose and cheeks, of her flowing tears.
The countess reaped the arm of her daughter, closed her eyes and fell silent for a moment. She suddenly with unusual speed went up, pointlessly looking around and, seeing Natasha, began with all the forces to compress her head. Then she turned to herself her wrinkled from pain face and for long peered at it.
— Natasha, you love me, — she said in a quiet, gullible whisper. — Natasha, you do not fool me? You will say all the truth?
Natasha watched her pouring tears in her eyes and in the eyes on her face was only a supplication about forgiveness and love.
— My friend, Mama, — she repeated, straining with all her forces her love in that, so that to take something off from her in her surplus pressure of her grief.
And again in the impotent struggle with reality, the mother, refusing to believe that she could live, when was killed in the flowering of life her loved boy, was saved from reality in the peace of madness.
Natasha did not remember how passed this day, night, the next day and the next night. She did not sleep and did not depart from her mother. The love of Natasha, stubborn, patient, not as in explanation, not as in comfort, but as in an appeal to life, all seconds as if with all parties embraced the countess. On the third night the countess fell silent for a few minutes, and Natasha closed her eyes, her head in her head and elbow on the chair. The bed creaked, Natasha opened her eyes. The countess sat on the bed and quietly said:
— How happy I am that you have arrived. Are you tired, do you want tea? — Natasha came up to her. — You have become prettier and matured, — continued the countess, taking her daughter behind the arm.
— Mama, what do you speak!..
— Natasha, he is no more! — and, hugging her daughter, for the first time the countess began to cry.
Locations: see previous chapter
Pevear and Volokhonsky Notes: Natasha sees the suffering of her mother and father and feels a terrible pain. She attempts to comfort her mother, who refuses to believe that Petya has been killed. It takes three days for the countess to accept and for her to really weep and for Natasha to be able to leave her side.
Characters (characters who do not appear, but are mentioned are placed in italics. First appearances are in Bold. First mentions are underlined. Final appearance denoted by *):
Natasha (also "daughter")
Count Rostof ("father")
Countess Rostova ("mother", "Mamenka", "Darling", and "countess")
Sonya
Dunyasha (the maids are also mentioned in general)
Petya (also "Piotr Ilyitch" and "darling boy")
Princess Mariya
Gibian: line break instead of chapter break.
Fuller: Chapter is preserved and followed by a line break.
Komroff: The intro of the chapter, talking about the aversion Natasha had to other people, is removed, getting to Natasha seeing her father immediately. Followed by a line break.
Kropotkin: Chapter is preserved. No break.
Simmons: Natasha's assurance that her family cannot feel her grief early in the chapter is removed. The time frame of Natasha sitting with her mother is cut straight to the third day. Line break instead of chapter break.
Edmundson: Act 4 Scene 23: After Natasha comforts the countess and convinces her that Petya has died, Nikolai arrives and comforts his mother and Pierre arrives.
Act 4 Scene 24: Pierre and Vasili have a conversation about the death of Helene and Pierre says a lot of things about her that he says to Maria in the novel. He also tells a short version of his story of the march and the situation of his finances. Pierre says he did not see Napoleon and won't be seeing him now.
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