Mikhail Lvovich at last lifts his eyes. They are small, sparkling, shrewd. This time they have fixed themselves severely and inquisitively on Natasha’s face, which suddenly has become confused at this snake-like glance.
Mikhail Lvovich addresses her gruffly.
“It doesn’t require much bravery to sing on the quiet, in the woods. Any one can do that.”
Natasha’s face becomes pale. Dark flames of unchildish determination kindle in her eyes. Excitedly she cries:
“We will learn the words, and we will sing them where they are wanted. My God, are we to depend upon words, and upon words alone? We are ready for deeds.”
Borya repeats after her: “We are ready. We shall do all that is necessary. Yes, even die if need be.”
Mikhail Lvovich says with a calm assurance:
“Yes, I know.”
In his eyes, fixed intently upon the ground, a dim, small flame is visible.