Sunday Morning

Has Andrey arrived? Has Andrey arrived? He has not arrived He will never come Or something will happen to me Before he does Come to church, dear Marya Dmitryevna likes Sundays And knows how to keep them The whole house has been scrubbed and cleaned Roast goose and suckling pig Filled our noses with glee We wear holiday dresses Travel by troika to church God is everywhere I suffer more now than before The theater and Anatole That man who aroused such terrible feelings I don't understand Have I broken faith with Andrey? Am I guilty? After church, Marya left For Prince Bolkonsky's The rudeness of that man, I'll straighten him out! That terrible old Prince There, there Natasha It's not your fault Here, kiss me I can't bear to think of it I'll shut myself in my room And try on new dresses And just after Marya left, There was a knock at the door Natasha had just turned her head to the glass When she heard a voice that made her flush