All these
performances
were
interrupted
several
times by
the
enthusiastic
shouts of
the
spectators.
During
that act,
every time
Natasha
glanced
towards
the
stalls,
she saw
Anatole
Kuragin,
with one
arm flung
across the
back of
his chair,
staring at
her. It
pleased
her to see
that he
was so
captivated
by her,
and it
never
entered
her head
that there
could be
anything
amiss in
it. When
the second
act was
over,
Countess
Bezuhov
got up,
