Oh, how that chord vibrated, and how moved was something that was finest in Rostov's soul! And this something was apart from everything else in the world and above everything in the world.

"What were losses, and Dolokhov, and words of honor?... All nonsense! One might kill and rob and yet be happy$JMR" It was long since Rostov had felt such enjoyment from music as he did that day.

But no sooner had Natasha finished her barcarolle than reality again presented itself.