The other day I encountered Natasha Rostov come to life. I was sharing a table with two Russian girls, and I found myself infinitely attracted to one of them who reminded me of Natasha Rostov from Tolstoy's War and Peace. I don't speak much Russian, so I could only catch bits and pieces of what they were saying, but still found myself laughing at this girl and when I'd laugh she'd laugh even harder. There was connection. She was also the purest thing I've seen, not like most of the city girls around here who are all of them the same. I would like opinions on what type Natasha Rostov is. I have my own answer, but I am curious if others arrive at the same conclusion. Discuss.