Sunday Morning

Has Andrey arrived?

Has Andrey arrived?

He has not arrived

He will never come

Or something will happen to me

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Before he does

Come to church, dear

Marya Dmitryevna likes Sundays

And knows how to keep them

The whole house has been scrubbed and cleaned

Roast goose and suckling pig

Filled our noses with glee

We wear holiday dresses

Travel by troika to church

God is everywhere

I suffer more now than before

The theater and Anatole

That man who aroused such terrible feelings

I don't understand

Have I broken faith with Andrey?

Am I guilty?

After church, Marya left

For Prince Bolkonsky's

The rudeness of that man,

I'll straighten him out!

That terrible old Prince

There, there Natasha

It's not your fault

Here, kiss me

I can't bear to think of it

I'll shut myself in my room

And try on new dresses

And just after Marya left,

There was a knock at the door

Natasha had just turned her head to the glass

When she heard a voice that made her flush