The Rostovs are finally arranging to leave Moscow. In the chaos of packing there is discord about what paintings to take or leave, whether the ladies' summer dresses could be taken along, the trunks are being taken off the carts which are being turned over to the wounded. Natasha had comprehended the gravity of the situation, but her mother can't grasp why they have to sacrifice anything.
from page 317-318, volume 2 of original text
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 858-859