"It`s the enemy?... No!... Yes, see it is!... for certain.... But how is that?" said different voices.

"May the wounded men stay in our house?" she asked.

"How can people be dissatisfied with anything?" thought Natasha. "Especially such a capital fellow as Bezukhov!" In Natasha`s eyes all the people at the ball alike were good, kind, and splendid people, loving one another; none of them capable of injuring anotherand so they ought all to be happy.