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oked larger than ever.　　And everything annoyed her- Denisov's shouting and laughter, Natasha's talk, and especially a quick glance Sonya gave her.　　Sonya was always the first excuse Countess Mary found for feeling irritated.　　Having sat awhile with her visitors without understanding anything of what they were saying, she softly left the room and went to the nursery.　　The children were playing at "going to Moscow" in a carriage made of chairs and invited her to go with them. She sat down and played with them a little, but the thought of her husband and his unreasonable crossness worried her. She got up and, walking on tiptoe with difficulty, went to the small sitting room.　　"Perhaps he is not asleep; I'll have an explanation with him," she said to herself. Little Andrew, her eldest boy, imitating his mother, followed her on tiptoe. She not notice him.　　"Mary, dear, I think he is asleep- he was so tired,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]," said Sonya,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], meeting her in the large sitting room (it seemed to Countess Mary that she crossed her path everywhere). "Andrew may wake him."　　Countess Mary looked round,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], saw little Andrew following her,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], felt that Sonya was right, and for that very reason flushed and with evident difficulty refrained from saying something harsh. She made no reply, but to avoid obeying Sonya beckoned to Andrew to follow her quietly and went to the door. Sonya went away by another door. From the room in which Nicholas was sleeping came the sound of his even breathing, every slightest
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