No, seriously – kissing. That’s what this chapter is all about. Countess Rostov would be horrified.
By the way, if some of you have been wondering why the count is referred to as Count Rostov and his wife is Countess Rostova, it’s because in Russian, apparently your last name varies depending on your sex. I guess in English it would be like calling Mr and Mrs Smith, Mr Smith and Mrs Smithette.
Which we’d never do . . .
Guess that’s why we’re not Russian.
Anyway, that’s my bit of Russian trivia for you. And, as Dave E so rightly commented, in a novel that’s this long, and we’re only this far into, to start talking about things like being together forever on the eve of a major war is perhaps a bit dangerous . . . but then again, it’s these kind of things that epics are built on. What will happen in four years time when Natasha is old enough for Boris?
Unless you’re a book-peeker (the lowest form of reader, who really does deserve to be either a) illiterate or b) only be allowed to read serialised stories in magazines), then you’ll just have to wait and find out in a few months.
Sorry, I should list today’s chapters, but I don’t have the books on me. But it was one chapter for everyone today, so that should make it easy. If you haven’t read about lots of kissing, then you’re not there yet.