Early Sunday morning
Natasha and I lit a candle
Looked in the mirror
I see my face
Don't be silly
They say you can see your future
In the long row of candles
Stretching back and back and back
Into the depths of the mirror
In the dim confused last square
You'll see a coffin or a man
Everyone sees a man
I see the candles
Stretching back
So far away
I see the mirrors
I see a shape in the darkness
Is it him or is it
He's lying down
Oh Sonya why is he lying down
I'm so frightened
Andrey will never come
Or something will happen to me before he does
Sunday morning
Time for church
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
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
