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LETTERMAN SWEATER: head from the hot pillow. "Why, is it late?" "Late! It's nearly ten o'clock," answered Natasha's voice. A letterman sweater of starched petticoats and the whispering and laughter of girls' voices came from the adjoining room. The door was opened letterman sweater crack and there was a glimpse of something blue, of ribbons, black hair, and merry faces. It was Natasha, Sonya, and Petya, who had come to see whether they were getting up. "Nicholas! Get up!" Natasha's voice was again heard at the door. "Directly!" Meanwhile, Petya, having found and seized the sabers in the outer room, with the delight boysLETTERMAN SWEATER: feel at the sight of a military elder brother, and forgetting that it was unbecoming for the girls to see men undressed, opened the bedroom door. "Is this your saber?" he shouted. The girls sprang aside. Denisov hid his hairy legs under the blanket, looking with a scared face at his comrade for help. The door, having let Petya in, closed letterman sweater A sound of laughter came from behind it. "Nicholas! Come out in your dressing gown!" said Natasha's voice. "Is this your letterman sweater asked Petya. "Or is it yours?" he said, addressing the black-mustached Denisov with servile deference. Rostov
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