| 1. | One evening the old countess in her bed - jacket , without her false curls and with only one poor wisp of hair peeping out from under her white cotton nightcap , was bowing down on the carpet , sighing and moaning as she repeated her evening prayers . her door creaked , and natasha , also in a bed - jacket , ran in , bare - legged , with her feet in slippers , and her hair in curl papers . the countess looked round and frowned
有一天晚上，老伯爵夫人戴着一项寝帽，穿着一件短上衣，没有戴假发，从那白色的细棉布寝帽下面露出一个寒酸的发髻，她一面叹气，一面发出呼哧声，跪在小小的地毯上磕头做晚祷，这时她的房门吱吱响了一下，娜塔莎赤着脚穿一双便鞋，身上也穿着一件短上衣，扎着卷发纸，跑进房间里。 |
