from page 569-570 of original text
collage, acrylic paint
made 10/29/10
page 452-453 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation
Poor perfect little Natasha. She falls asleep singing, feeling that she has the world in her control. But once you know her fate her innocent self-involved joy is simple stark contrast to what will be happening later...
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