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Наташа с утра не имела ни минуты свободной и ни разу не успела подумать о том, что предстоит ей.
В сыром, холодном воздухе, в тесноте и темноте колыхавшейся кареты Наташа в первый раз представила себе то, что ожидает ее там, на бале, в освещенных залах, - музыка, цветы, танцы, государь, вся блестящая молодежь Петербурга.… То, что ее ожидало, было так прекрасно, что она не верила даже тому, что это будет: так это было несообразно с впечатлением холода, тесноты и темноты кареты. Она поняла, что ее ожидает, только тогда, когда, пройдя по красному сукну подъезда, она вошла в сени, сняла шубу и пошла рядом с Соней впереди матери между цветами по освещенной лестнице. Но, к счастью ее, она почувствовала, что глаза ее разбегались: она ничего не видела ясно, пульс ее забил сто раз в минуту, и кровь стала стучать у сердца. Она шла, замирая от волнения и всеми силами стараясь скрыть его.
Наташа смотрела в зеркала и в отражении не могла отличить себя от других. Все смешивалось в одну блестящую процессию… Наташа слышала и чувствовала, что несколько голосов спросили про нее и смотрели на нее. Она поняла, что понравилась тем, которые обратили на нее внимание, и это наблюдение успокоило ее. «Есть такие же, как и мы, есть и хуже нас», - подумала она.
Пьер шел, переваливаясь своим толстым телом, раздвигая толпу, кивая направо и налево так же небрежно и добродушно, как бы он шел в толпе базара. Он продвигался, очевидно, отыскивая кого-то.
Наташа с радостью смотрела на знакомое лицо Пьера, этого шута горохового, как называла его Перонская, и знала, что Пьер отыскивает в толпе их, и в особенности ее. Но, не дойдя до них, Безухов остановился возле невысокого, очень красивого брюнета в белом мундире, который, стоя у окна, разговаривал с каким-то высоким мужчиной в звездах и ленте.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Natasha in the morning had no free minutes and never had time to think about what lies ahead.Raw, cold air, cramped and dark kolyhavšejsâ Natasha coaches for the first time presented itself that awaits her there on the ball, lit halls, music, flowers, dancing, Sir, all the brilliant young Petersburg. ... What it expected, was so beautiful that she did not believe that even this will: so it's been inconsistent drawn with the impression of a cold, cramped and dark coaches. She realized that her expects only when passing on the Red baize entrance, she entered the vestibule, removed the coat and went close with Sonja ahead mother between colors on lighted stairs. But, luckily for her, she felt that her eyes ran up: she saw nothing clearly, pulse it scored 100 times per minute, and blood has become a pounding heart. She was transfixed with excitement and trying to hide it.Natasha stared in the mirror and the reflection could not distinguish themselves from the others. All mixed into one brilliant procession. Natasha heard and felt that a handful of votes asked about it and looked at it. She realized that she enjoyed the fact that drew attention to it, and this observation was reassured her. "There are the same as we are, and there are worse than us," she thought.Pierre walked, waddling his thick body, parting the crowd, nodding to the right and left just as careless and good-naturedly as he was walking in a crowd Bazaar. He moved, obviously looking for someone. Natasha gladly staring at the familiar face of Pierre, the jester pea as called him Peronskaâ, and knew that Pierre finds them in the crowd, and especially her. But, not reaching them, stopped in front of a small, Bezukhov very handsome man in a white jacket, which, standing at the window, talking with some high man in the stars and Ribbon.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Natasha in the morning did not have a free moment, and never had time to think about what will it.
In the damp, cold air, in crowded and dark waved coach Natasha for the first time imagined what awaits her there at the ball in lit halls - music, colors, dances, the Emperor, the whole brilliant youth of St. Petersburg ... The fact that it was waiting, was so great that she did not believe even that it would be: because it was incompatible with the cold impression of narrowness and darkness. coach. She realized that it expects only when passing the red baize door, she came into the hall, took off her coat and went close to the front of mother Sonia between colors on the illuminated staircase. But fortunately her, she felt that her eyes ran: she saw nothing clearly, her pulse beat a hundred times a minute, and the blood began to bang his heart. She walked, breathless with excitement and all the forces trying to hide it.
Natasha looked in the mirror and the reflection can not distinguish themselves from others. All was blended into one brilliant procession ... Natasha heard and felt that several voices asked about her and looked at her. She realized that like those who have paid attention to it, and this observation calmed her. "There are the same as we are, there are worse than us," - she thought.
Pierre walked, waddling his fat body, pushing the crowd, nodding to right and left as casually and good-natured as he was walking in the bazaar crowd. He continued on, apparently looking for someone.
Natasha looked joyfully at the familiar face of Pierre, this buffoon as Peronskaya called him, and I knew that Pierre finds them in the crowd, and in particular its. But before he reached them, Pierre has stopped at a short, very beautiful brunette in a white uniform, who, standing at the window, talking to a tall man in the stars and ribbon.

Результаты (английский) 3:

natasha in the morning had no minutes of free, and never have to think about what will be her.in the damp, cold air in the cramped and dark колыхавшейся carriages natasha first imagined what awaits her there at the ball, lit halls, music, flowers, dancing, your majesty, the brilliant young people of st. petersburg... what it had expected, was so great that she didn't even what it will be, so it was несообразно with impression of cold, clutter and the darkness of the carriages. she realized that her expected only when, after the red сукну entrance, she walked in the street, took off the coat and went close to sonia's mother between colors on the illuminated stairs. but, fortunately for her, she felt her eyes running, she couldn't see anything clearly, pulse beat her a hundred times a minute, and the blood of a rat heart. she was, замирая of excitement and all the forces trying to cover it up.natasha looked in the mirror and the reflection could not distinguish themselves from the other. it has been confused with another brilliant procession... natasha heard and felt a few votes was asked about her and looked at her. she knew i liked those who drew attention to her, and this observation calmed her. "there is the same as we have it", she thought.pierre walked, lurching my fat body, spreading the crowd while nodding to the right and to the left as bad and good, as he was walking in the crowd, bazaar. he continued, apparently trying to someone.natasha happily looked at the familiar face of pierre, a pea, as did his peronskaya, and knew pierre spots in the crowd, and in particular its. but, don't come up to them, bezukhov stopped by small, very beautiful брюнета in white uniform, standing at the window, talking to some tall man in stars and the band.