20 May 2010. Morning sun through white curtains, Natasha curled on white chair--impending mass of tortoise shell fur...
Russian hussar, enters stage left, through the mist. Prince Andrei in clattering mail coach, dispatched by Kutuzov to announce victory. Odna pobeda... Sounds of guns merging with those of the carriage itself. Night thoughts--on the edge of dream. As if this were the moment he'd always lived for...
Entering town--the tall Austrian houses, lighted shop windows--also a kind of stage.
A miracle...
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