It is not right, darling!" "But if I want to..." said Natasha.
"Leave off talking nonsense," said the countess.
"But if I want to..." "Natasha, I am in earnest..." Natasha did not let her finish.
She drew the countess' large hand to her, kissed it on the back and then on the palm, then again turned it over and began kissing first one knuckle, then the space between the knuckles, then the next knuckle, whispering, "January, February, March, April, May.