Collage 357

Morning came with its cares and bustle. Everybody got up, began to move, to talk, again the dressmakers came, again Marya Dmitrievna came out, and tea was served. Natasha looked at them all uneasily, with wide-open eyes, as if she wanted to catch every glance directed at her, and tried to seem the same as she always was. -- p. 574 in P/V

Lynn Waskelis
from page 721-722 of original text
collage, oil crayon, pigment
made 1/28/11
page 572-574 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation