SOON AFTER THE CHRISTMAS FêTES were over， Nikolay spoke to his mother of his love for Sonya， and his immovable resolution to marry her. The countess had long before observed what was passing between Sonya and Nikolay， and was expecting this announcement. She listened to his words without comment， and then told her son that he could marry whom he chose， but that neither she nor his father would give their blessing to such a marriage. For the first time in his life Nikolay felt that his mother was displeased with him， that in spite of all her love for him she would not give way to him. Coldly， without looking at her son， she sent for her husband； and when he came in， the countess would have briefly and coldly， in Nikolay’s presence， told him her son’s intention， but she could not control herself， burst into tears of anger， and went out of the room. The old count began irresolutely persuading and entreating Nikolay to give up his intention. Nikolay replied he could not be false to his word， and his father， sighing and visibly embarrassed， quickly cut short the conversation and went in to the countess. In all difficulties with his son， the old count could never lose his sense of guiltiness to him for having wasted their fortunes， and so he could not feel angry with his son for refusing to marry an heiress and choosing the portionless Sonya. He only felt more keenly that if their fortune had not been squandered， no better wife could have been desired for Nikolay than Sonya； and that he， with his Mitenka and his invincible bad habits， was alone to blame for their fortune having been squandered. The father and mother did not speak of the subject again with their son； but a few days later the countess sent for Sonya to her room， and with a cruelty that surprised them both， the countess upbraided her niece for alluring her son and for ingratitude. Sonya， with downcast eyes， listened in silence to the countess’s cruel words， and did not understand what was expected of her. She was ready to sacrifice everything for her benefactors. The idea of self-sacrifice was her favourite idea. But in this case she could not see whom and what she ought to sacrifice. She could not help loving the countess and all the Rostov family， but neither could she help loving Nikolay and knowing that his happiness depended on that love. She was silent and dejected； she made no reply. Nikolay could not， so he fancied， endure this position any longer， and he went in to his mother to have it out with her. Nikolay first besought his mother to forgive him and Sonya and to agree to their marriage； then threatened his mother that if Sonya were persecuted he would at once marry her in secret. The countess， with a coldness her son had never seen before， replied that he was of full age， that Prince Andrey was marrying without his father’s consent， and that he could do the same， but that she would never receive that intriguing creature as her daughter.
