| You shameless good-for-nothing
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| You vile, shameless girl
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| In my house
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| In my house
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| A nice girl! |
| Very nice!
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| You dirty nasty wench of a thing
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| Now don’t you say one word
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| In my house
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| In my house
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| Horrid girl, hussy!
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| It’s lucky for him he escaped, but I’ll find him
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| Now you listen to me when I speak to you!
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| Now you listen to me when I speak to you!
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| In my house!
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| In my house!
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| Do you hear what I am saying or not?
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| Natasha’s whole body shook
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| With noiseless, convulsive sobs
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| Marya touched her hand to her face
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| Don’t touch me!
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| Let me be! |
| What is it to me? |
| I shall die!
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| What are we to tell your father? |
| Eh?
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| In my house!
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| In my house!
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| What are we to tell Prince Andrey? |
| Eh?
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| Oh what do we tell your betrothed?
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| I have no betrothed, I have refused him!
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| Natasha, come here, kiss me
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| Press your wet face to mine
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| Don’t touch me!
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| Why didn’t he come to the house?
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| Why didn’t he openly ask for your hand?
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| You were not kept under lock and key!
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| Carrying you off like some Gypsy girl!
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| And if he had carried you off, don’t you think your father would have found him?
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| Your father, I know him
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| He will challenge him to a duel and what then?
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| Will that be all right? |
| Eh?
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| He’s a scoundrel, he’s a wretch! |
| That’s a fact!
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| He is better than any of you I say
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| He is better than any of you I say
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| Why did you interfere! |
| Oh God, what is it all?!
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| What is it?!
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| Who are you to tell me anything?!
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| Sonya, why?!
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| Go away!
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| Everyone, go away!
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| Marya Dmitryevna tried to speak again but Natasha cried out
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| Go away! |
| Go away! |
| You all hate and despise me!
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| And she threw herself down on the sofa
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| Natasha!
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| Natalya…
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| I put a pillow under her head
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| Covered her with two quilts
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| Brought her a glass of lime-flower water
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| But Natasha did not respond
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| Well, let her sleep
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| Let her sleep
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| (Marya D. leaves)
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| But Natasha was not asleep
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| Her face was pale
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| Her eyes wide open
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| All that night she did not sleep or weep
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| She sat at the window
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| Waiting for him |