"I shan`t believe anyone, I know she doesn`t like me," replied Natasha boldly as she took the letter, and her face expressed a cold and angry resolution that caused Marya Dmitrievna to look at her more intently and to frown.

"How much longer? How much longer? Oh, these insufferable streets, shops, bakers` signboards, street lamps, and sleighs!" thought Rostov, when their leave permits had been passed at the town gate and they had entered Moscow.