" All this misery, and money, and Dolokhov, and anger, and honor--it's all nonsense... but this is real$JMR.

Now then, Natasha, now then, dearest! Now then, darling! How will she take that si? She's taken it! Thank God!" And without noticing that he was singing, to strengthen the si he sung a second, a third below the high note.

" Ah, God! How fine! Did I really take it? How fortunate!" he thought.