Try to visualize Natasha lying on a pile of straw covered by a thin sheet. She can hear the constant moaning of some wounded soldier, who she imagines is Prince Andrei. She has decided that she must see him. "Already that morning, when she had been told about the wound and Prince Andrei's presence, Natasha had decided that she must see him... She knew that the meeting would be painful, and was all the more convinced that it was necessary.
Lucy Arrington from page 389-390, volume 2 of original text collage, ink made 6/17/11 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 916-918