[SONYA]Early Sunday morningNatasha and I lit a candleLooked in the mirror[NATASHA]I see my face[SONYA]Don't be sillyThey say you can see your futureIn the long row of candlesStretching back and back and backInto the depths of the mirrorIn the dim confused last squareYou'll see a coffin or a manEveryone sees a man[NATASHA]I see the candlesStretching backSo far awayI see the mirrorsI see a shape in the darknessIs it him or is it—He's lying downOh Sonya why is he lying down?I'm so frightened!Andrey will never comeOr something will happen to me before he does[MARYA D.]Sunday morning!Time for church![NATASHA]I suffer more now than beforeThe theater and AnatoleThat man who aroused such terrible feelingsI don't understandHave I broken faith with Andrey?Am I guilty?[SONYA]After church, Marya left for Prince Bolkonsky's[MARYA D.]The rudeness of that man!I'll straighten him out![NATASHA]That terrible old PrinceI can't bear to think of itI'll shut myself in my roomAnd try on new dresses[SONYA]And just after Marya leftThere was a knock at the doorNatasha had just turned her head to the glassWhen she heard a voice that made her flush
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