Collage 367

Natasha, pale, stern, was sitting next to Marya Dmitrievna, and her feverishly glittering, questioning gaze met Pierre just at the door. She did not smile, did not nod to him, she only looked fixedly, and her gaze asked him only this: was he a friend, or like everybody else, an enemy in relation to Anatole? Pierre himself evidently did not exist for her. --p. 591 in P/V

Lynn Waskelis
from page 741-742 of original text
collage, acrylic paint, wax, ink
made 2/4/11
page 590-591 Pevear/Volokhonsky translation