"How can people be dissatisfied with anything?" thought Natasha.

"Especially such a capital fellow as Bezukhov!" In Natasha's eyes all the people at the ball alike were good, kind, and splendid people, loving one another; none of them capable of injuring another--and so they ought all to be happy.

Next day Prince Andrew thought of the ball, but his mind did not dwell on it long.

" Yes, it was a very brilliant ball," and then... "Yes, that little Rostova is very charming.

There's something fresh, original, un-Petersburg-like about her that distinguishes her.