very agreeably in her society。 Every guest who visited at the house paid his tribute to the melancholy temper of the hostess； and then proceeded to enjoy himself in society gossip； dancing； intellectual games； or bouts rimés which were in fashion at the Karagins’。 A few young men only； among them Boris； entered more deeply into Julie’s melancholy； and with these young men she had more prolonged and secluded conversations on the nothingness of all things earthly； and to them she opened her albums； full of mournful sketches； sentences； and verses。
Julie was particularly gracious to Boris。 She deplored his early disillusionment with life； offered him those consolations of friendship she was so well able to offer； having herself suffered so cruelly in life； and opened her album to him。 Boris sketched two trees in her album； and wrote under them： “Rustic trees； your gloomy branches shed darkness and melancholy upon me。”
In another place he sketched a tomb and inscribed below it：—
“Death is helpful； and death is tranquil；
Ah； there is no other refuge from sorrow！”
Julie said that couplet was exquisite。
“There is something so ravishing in the smile of melancholy；” she said to Boris； repeating word for word a passage copied from a book。 “It is a ray of light in the shadow； a blend between grief and despair； which shows consolation possible。”
Upon that Boris wrote her the following verses in French：—
“Poisonous nourishment of a soul too sensitive；
Thou； without whom happiness would be impossible to me；
Tender melancholy； ah； come and console me；
Come； calm the torments of my gloomy retreat；
And mingle a secret sweetness with the tears I feel flowing。”
Julie played to Boris the most mournful nocturnes on the harp。 Boris read aloud to her the romance of Poor Liza； and more than once broke down in reading it from the emotion that choked his utterance。 When they met in general society Julie and Boris gazed at one another as though they were the only people existing in the world； disillusioned and comprehending each other。
Anna Mihalovna； who often visited the Karagins； took a hand at cards with the mother； and meanwhile collected trustworthy information as to the portion that Julie would receive on her marriage （her dowry was to consist of two estates in the Penza province and forests in the Nizhnigorod province）。 With tender emotion and deep resignation to the will of Providence； Anna Mihalovna looked on at the refined sadness that united her soul to the wealthy Julie。
“Still as charming and as melancholy as ever； my sweet Julie；” she would say to the daughter。 “Boris says he finds spiritual refreshment in your house。 He has suffered such cruel disillusionment； and he is so sensitive；” she would say to the mother。
“Ah； my dear； how attached I have grown to Julie lately；” she would say to her son； “I can’t tell you。 But； indeed； who could help loving her！ A creature not of this earth！ Ah； Boris！ Boris！” She paused for a moment。 “And how I feel for her mother；” she would go on。 “She showed me today the letters and accounts from Penza （they have an immense estate there）； and she； poor thing； with no one to help her。 They do take such advantage of her！”
Boris heard his mother with a faintly perceptible smile。 He laughed blandly at her simple…hearted wiles； but he listened to her and sometimes questioned her carefully about the Penza and Nizhnigorod estates。
Julie had long been expecting an offer from her melancholy adorer； and was fully prepared to accept it。 But a sort of secret feeling of repulsion for her； for her passionate desire to be married； for her affectation and a feeling of horror at renouncing all possibility of real love made Boris still delay。 The term of his leave was drawing to a close。 Whole days at a time； and every day he spent at the Karagins’； and each day Boris resolved； as he thought things over； that he would make an offer on the morrow。 But in Julie’s presence； as he watched her red face and her chin； almost always sprinkled with powder； her moist eyes； and the expression of her countenance； which betokened a continual readiness to pass at once from melancholy to the unnatural ecstasies of conjugal love； Boris could not utter the decisive word； although in imagination he had long regarded himself as the owner of the Penza and Nizhnigorod estates； and had disposed of the expenditure of their several revenues。 Julie saw the hesitation of Boris； and the idea did sometimes occur to her that she was distasteful to him。 But feminine self…flattery promptly afforded her comfort； and she assured herself that it was love that made him retiring。 Her melancholy was； however； beginning to pass into irritability； and not long before the end of Boris’s leave she adopted a decisive plan of action。 Just before the expiration of Boris’s leave there appeared in Moscow； and—it need hardly be said—also in the drawing…room of the Karagins’； no less a person than Anatole Kuragin； and Julie； abruptly abandoning her melancholy； became exceedingly lively and cordial to Kuragin。
“My dear；” said Anna Mihalovna to her son； “I know from a trust…worthy source that Prince Vassily is sending his son to Moscow to marry him to Julie。 I am so fond of Julie that I should be most sorry for her。 What do you think about it； my dear？” said Anna Mihalovna。
Boris was mortified at the idea of being unsuccessful； of having wasted all that month of tedious； melancholy courtship of Julie； and of seeing all the revenues of those Penza estates—which he had mentally assigned to the various purposes for which he needed them—pass into other hands； especially into the hands of that fool Anatole。 He drove off to the Karagins’ with the firm determination to make an offer。 Julie met him with a gay and careless face； casually mentioned how much she had enjoyed the ball of the evening； and asked him when he was leaving。 Although Boris had come with the intention of speaking of his love； and was therefore resolved to take a tender tone； he began to speak irritably of the fickleness of woman； saying that women could so easily pass from sadness to joy； and their state of mind depended entirely on what sort of man happened to be paying them attention。 Julie was offended； and said that that was quite true； indeed； that a woman wanted variety； and that always the same thing would bore any one。
“Then I would advise you…” Boris was beginning； meaning to say something cutting； but at that instant the mortifying reflection occurred to him that he might leave Moscow without having attained his object； and having wasted his efforts in vain （an experience he had never had yet）。 He stopped short in the middle of a sentence； dropped his eyes； to avoid seeing her disagreeably exasperated and irresolute face； and said； “But it was not to quarrel with you that I have come here。 On the contrary…” He glanced at her to make sure whether he could go on。 All irritation had instantly vanished from her face； and her uneasy and imploring eyes were fastened upon him in greedy expectation。
“I can always manage so as to see very little of her；” thought Boris。 “And the thing’s been begun and must be finished！” He flushed crimson； raised his eyes to her face； and said to her； “You know my feeling for you！” There was no need to say more。 Julie’s countenance beamed with triumph and self…satisfaction； but she forced Boris to say everything that is usually said on such occasions； to say that he loved her； and had never loved any woman more than her。 She knew that for her Penza estates and her Nizhnigorod forests she could demand that； and she got all she demanded。
The young engaged couple； with no further allusions to trees that enfolded them in gloom and melancholy； made plans for a brilliant establishment in Petersburg； paid visits； and made every preparation for a splendid wedding。
Chapter 6
COUNT ILYA ANDREITCH ROSTOV arrived in Moscow towards the end of January with Natasha and Sonya。 The countess was still unwell； and unable to travel； but they could not put off coming till she recovered； for Prince Andrey was expected in Moscow every day。 They had； besides； to order the trousseau； to sell the estate in the suburbs of Moscow； and to take advantage of old Prince Bolkonsky’s presence in Moscow to present his future daughter…in…law to him。 The Rostovs’ house in Moscow had not been heated all the winter； and as they were coming only for a short time； and the countess was not with them； Count Ilya Andreitch made up his mind to stay with Marya Dmitryevna Ahrostimov； who had long been pressing her hospitality upon the count。
Late in the evening the four loaded sledges of the Rostovs drove into the courtyard of Marya Dmitryevna in Old Equerrys’ Place。 Marya Dmitryevna lived alone。 She had by now married off her daughter。 Her sons were all in the service。
She still held herself as erect； still gave every one her opinions in the same loud； outspoken； decided fashion； and her whole bearing seemed a reproof to other people for every sort of weakness； passion； and temptation； of which she would not admit the bare possibility。 In the early morning； in a house…jacket； she looked after the management of her household。 Then she drove on saints’ days to Mass； and from Mass to the gaols and prisons； and of what she did there； she never spoke to any one。
On ordinary days she dressed and received petitioners of various classes； of whom some sought her aid every day。 Then she had dinner； an abundant and appetising meal； at which some three or four guests were always present。 After dinner she played a game of boston； and at night had the newspapers and new books read aloud to her while she knitted。 It was only as a rare exception that she went out in the evening； if she did so； it was only to visit the most important people in the town。
She had not gone to bed when the Rostovs arrived； and the door in the vestibule squeaked on the block； as the Rostovs and their servants came in from the cold outside。 Marya Dmitryevna stood in the doorway of the hall； with her spectacles slipping down on her nose； and her head flung back； looking with a stern and irate face at the new…comers。 It might have been supposed that she was irritated at their arrival； and w