Natasha,
and walked
hurriedly
along the
rows of
stalls
towards
their box.
Leaning on
his elbow,
he talked
smiling to
Natasha
for a long
while.
While she
was
talking to
Pierre,
Natasha
heard a
man’s
voice
speaking
in
Countess
Bezuhov’s
box, and
something
told her
it was
Kuragin.
She looked
round and
met his
eyes. He
looked her
straight
in the
eyes,
almost
smiling,
with a
look of
such
warmth and
admiration
that it
seemed
strange to
