Natasha loved the journey itself: the wind in her face, the sense of careless freedom, the sight of red and yellow leaves
swirling in the sunlight. She loved the knowledge that
someone not herself would cook their meal and wash the
dinner dishes. She could hardly bear the certainty that they
would stay for a night in a room with two beds instead of
one. The thought of a bell to call a waiter who would bring
them a bedtime cup of tea was delightful. Perhaps they
could order a bit of vodka in an ice-filled tumbler and drink
it slowly with grunts of complete pleasure. Even the cost-
three rubles for the night, did not bother her, so long as
they had a few kopecks lett for food