WhenKittyhadgoneandLevinwasleftalone，hefeltsuchuneasinesswithoutherandsuchanimpatientlongingtogetasquicklyaspossibletotomorrowmorning，whenhewouldseeheragainandbeplightedtoherforever，thathefeltafraid，asthoughofdeath，ofthosefourteenhoursthathehadtogetthroughwithouther。Itwasessentialforhimtobewithsomeonetotalkto，soasnottobeleftalone；todeceivetime。StepanArkadyevichwouldhavebeenthecompanionmostcongenialtohim，buthewasgoingout，hesaid，toasoiree-inrealitytotheballet。Levinonlyhadtimetotellhimhewashappy，andthathelovedhim，andwouldnever，neverforgetwhathehaddoneforhim。TheeyesandthesmileofStepanArkadyevichshowedLevinthathecomprehendedthatfeelingfittingly。
　　`Oh，soit’snottimetodieyet？’saidStepanArkadyevich，pressingLevin’shandwithemotion。
　　`N-n-no！’saidLevin。
　　DaryaAlexandrovnatoo，asshesaidgood-bytohim，gavehimasortofcongratulation，saying，`HowgladIamyouhavemetKittyagain！Onemustvalueoldfriends。’LevindidnotlikethesewordsofDaryaAlexandrovna’s。Shecouldnotunderstandhowloftyandbeyondheritallwas，andsheoughtnottohavedaredtoalludetoit。Levinsaidgood-bytothem，but，nottobeleftalone，heattachedhimselftohisbrother。
　　`Whereareyougoing？’
　　`I’mgoingtoameeting。’
　　`Well，I’llcomewithyou。MayI？’
　　`Whatfor？Yes，comealong，’saidSergeiIvanovich，smiling。`Whatisthematterwithyoutoday？’
　　`Withme？Happinessisthematterwithme！’saidLevin，lettingdownthewindowofthecarriagetheyweredrivingin。`Youdon’tmind？It’ssostifling。Happinessisallthat’sthematterwithme！Whyisityouhavenevermarried？’
　　SergeiIvanovichsmiled。
　　`Iamveryglad-sheseemsalovelygi……’SergeiIvanovichwasbeginning。
　　`Don’tsayit！Don’tsayit！’shoutedLevin，clutchingatthecollarofhisfurcoatwithbothhands，andmufflinghimupinit。`She’salovelygirl’weresuchsimple，humblewords，sooutofharmonywithhisfeeling。
　　SergeiIvanovichlaughedoutrightamerrylaugh，whichwasrarewithhim。
　　`Well，anyway，ImaysaythatI’mverygladofit。’
　　`Thatyoumaydotomorrow，tomorrow-andsaynomore！Nothing，nothing-silence，’saidLevin，andmufflinghimoncemoreinhisfurcoat，headded:`Idolikeyouso！Well，isitpossibleformetobepresentatthemeeting？’
　　`Ofcourseitis。’
　　`Whatisyourdiscussionabouttoday？’askedLevin，neverceasingsmiling。
　　Theyarrivedatthemeeting。Levinheardthesecretaryhesitatinglyreadtheminuteswhichheobviouslydidnothimselfunderstand；butLevinsawfromthissecretary’sfacewhatagood，fine，kindheartedpersonhewas。Thiswasevidentfromhisconfusionandembarrassmentinreadingtheminutes。Thenthediscussionbegan。Theyweredisputingaboutthereckoningoffofcertainsumsandthelayingofcertainpipes，andSergeiIvanovichwasverycuttingtotwomembers，andsaidsomethingatgreatlengthwithanairoftriumph；andanothermember，scribblingsomethingonabitofpaper，begantimidlyatfirst，butafterwardansweredhimveryviciouslyanddelightfully。AndthenSviiazhskyhewastherealsosaidsomethingtoo，veryhandsomelyandnobly。Levinlistenedtothem，andsawclearlythatthisreckoningoffofsumsandthesepipeswerenotanythingreal，andthattheywerenotatallangry，butwereallthefinest，kindestpeople，andeverythingwasashappyandcharmingaspossibleamongthem。Theydidnoharmtoanyone，andwereallenjoyingit。WhatstruckLevinwasthathecouldseethroughthemalltoday，andfromlittle，almostimperceptiblesignsknewthesoulofeach，andsawdistinctlythattheywereallgoodatheart。AndtheywereallextremelyfondofLevininparticularthatday。Thiswasevidentfromthewaytheyspoketohim，fromthefriendly，affectionatewayeventhosewhomhedidnotknowlookedathim。
　　`Well，areyoucontentedwithit？’SergeiIvanovichaskedhim。
　　`Verymuch。Ineversupposeditwassointeresting，nice，capital！’
　　SviiazhskywentuptoLevinandinvitedhimtocomeroundtoteawithhim。LevinwasutterlyatalosstocomprehendorrecallwhatitwashehaddislikedinSviiazhsky，whathehadfailedtofindinhim。Hewasacleverandwonderfullygoodheartedman。
　　`Mostdelighted，’hesaid，andaskedafterhiswifeandsister-in-law。Andfromaqueerassociationofideas，becauseinhisimaginationtheideaofSviiazhsky’ssister-in-lawwasconnectedwithmarriage，itoccurredtohimthattherewasnoonetowhomhecouldmoresuitablyspeakofhishappiness，thantoSviiazhsky’swifeandsister-in-law，andhewasverygladtogotoseethem。
　　Sviiazhskyquestionedhimabouthisimprovementsonhisestate，presupposing，ashealwaysdid，thattherewasnopossibilityofdoinganythingnotdonealreadyinEurope，andnowthisdidnotintheleastannoyLevin。Onthecontrary，hefeltthatSviiazhskywasright，thatthewholebusinesswasoflittlevalue，andhesawthewonderfulsuavityandconsiderationwithwhichSviiazhskyavoidedfullyexpressinghiscorrectview。TheladiesoftheSviiazhskyhouseholdwereparticularlydelightful。ItseemedtoLevinthattheyknewallaboutitalready，andsympathizedwithhim，sayingnothingmerelyoutofdelicacy。Hestayedwiththemonehour，two，three，talkingofallsortsofsubjects，butimpliedinittheonlythingthatfilledhisheart，anddidnotobservethathewasboringthemdreadfully，andthatitwaslongpasttheirbedtime。Sviiazhskywentwithhimintothehall，yawningandwonderingatthestrangehumorhisfriendwasin。Itwaspastoneo’clock。Levinwentbacktohishotel，andwasdismayedatthethoughtthatallalonenowwithhisimpatiencehehadtenhoursstilllefttogetthrough。Theservant，whoseturnitwastobeupallnight，lightedhiscandles，andwouldhavegoneaway，butLevinstoppedhim。Thisservant，Iegor，whomLevinhadnotnoticedbefore，struckhimasaveryintelligent，excellent，and，aboveall，agoodheartedman。
　　`Well，Iegor，it’shardworknotsleeping，isn’tit？’
　　`What’stobedone！It’spartofourwork，yousee。Inagentleman’shouseit’seasier；butthenhereonemakesmore。’
　　ItappearedthatIegorhadafamily-threeboysandadaughter，aseamstress，whomhewantedtomarrytoacashierinasaddler’sshop。
　　Levin，onhearingthis，informedIegorthat，inhisopinion，inmarriagethegreatthingwaslove，andthatwithloveonewouldalwaysbehappy，forhappinessrestsonlyononeself。
　　Iegorlistenedattentively，andobviouslyquitetookinLevin’sidea，butbywayofassenttoitheenunciated，greatlytoLevin’ssurprise，theobservationthatwhenhehadlivedwithgoodmastershehadalwaysbeensatisfiedwithhismasters，andnowwasperfectlysatisfiedwithhisemployer，thoughhewasaFrenchman。
　　`Wonderfullygoodheartedfellow！’thoughtLevin。
　　`Well，butyouyourself，Iegor，whenyougotmarried，didyouloveyourwife？’
　　`Ay！Andwhynot？’respondedIegor。
　　AndLevinsawthatIegortoowasinanexcitedstateandintendingtoexpressallhismostheartfeltemotions。
　　`Mylife，too，hasbeenawonderfulone。Fromachildup……’hewasbeginningwithflashingeyes，apparentlycatchingLevin’senthusiasm，justaspeoplecatchyawning。
　　Butatthatmomentaringwasheard。Iegordeparted，andLevinwasleftalone。Hehadeatenscarcelyanythingatdinner，hadrefusedteaandsupperatSviiazhsky’s，buthewasincapableofthinkingofsupper。Hehadnotsleptthepreviousnight，butwasincapableofthinkingofsleepeither。Hisroomwascold，buthewasoppressedbyheat。Heopenedboththemovablepanesinhiswindowsandsatdownonthetableoppositetheopenpanes。Overthesnow-coveredroofscouldbeseenadecoratedcross，withchains，andaboveittherisingtriangleofAuriga，withtheyellowishlightofCapella。Hegazedatthecross，thenatthestar，drankinthefreshfreezingairthatflowedevenlyintotheroom，andfollowedasthoughinadreamtheimagesandmemoriesthatroseinhisimagination。Atfouro’clockheheardstepsinthepassageandpeepedoutofthedoor。ItwasthegamblerMiaskin，whomheknew，comingfromtheclub。Hewalkedgloomily，frowningandcoughing。`Poor，unluckyfellow！’thoughtLevin，andtearscameintohiseyesfromloveandpityforthisman。Hewouldhavetalkedwithhim，andtriedtocomforthim，butrememberingthathehadnothingbuthisshirton，hechangedhismindandsatdownagainattheopenpanetobatheinthecoldairandgazeattheexquisitelinesofthecross，silent，butfullofmeaningforhim，andthemountingluridyellowstar。Atsixo’clocktherewasanoiseofpeoplepolishingthefloors，andchurchbellsringingtosomedivineservice，andLevinfeltthathewasbeginningtogetfrozen。Heclosedthepane，washed，dressed，andwentoutintothestreet。
　　Thestreetswerestillempty。LevinwenttothehouseoftheShcherbatskys。Thevisitors’doorswereclosedandeverythingwasasleep。Hewalkedback，wentintohisroomagain，andaskedforcoffee。Thedayservant，notIegorthistime，broughtittohim。Levinwouldhaveenteredintoconversationwithhim，butabellrangfortheservant，andhewentout。Levintriedtodrinkcoffeeandtakeabiteofaroll，buthismouthwasquiteatalosswhattodowiththeroll。Levin，rejectingtheroll，putonhiscoatandwentoutagainforawalk。Itwasnineo’clockwhenhereachedtheShcherbatskys’stepsthesecondtime。Inthehousetheywereonlyjustup，andthecookcameouttogomarketing。Hehadtogetthroughatleasttwohoursmore。
　　AllthatnightandmorningLevinlivedperfectlyunconsciously，andfeltperfectlyliftedoutoftheconditionsofmateriallife。Hehadeatennothingforawholeday，hehadnotsleptfortwonights，hadspentseveralhoursundressedinthefrozenair，andfeltnotonlyfresherandstrongerthanever，butfeltutterlyindependentofhisbody；hemovedwithoutmusculareffort，andfeltasifhecoulddoanything。Hewasconvincedhecouldflyupwardorliftthecornerofthehouse，ifneedbe。Hespenttheremainderofthetimeinthestreet，incessantlylookingathiswatchandgazingabouthim。
　　Andwhathesawthen，heneversawagainafter。Especiallythechildrengoingtoschool，theblue-graydovesflutteringdownfromtheroofstothepavement，andthelittleloavescoveredwithflour，setoutbyanunseenhand，touchedhim。Thoseloaves，thosedoves，andthosetwoboyswerenotofthisearth。Itallhappenedatthesametime:aboyrantowardadoveandglancedsmilingatLevin；thedove，withawhirofherwings，dartedaway，flashinginthesun，amidgrainsofsnowthatquiveredintheair，whilefromalittlewindowtherecameasmelloffresh-bakedbread，andtheloavesweresetout。AllofthistogetherwassoextraordinarilyresplendentthatLevinlaughedandcriedwithdelight。GoingalongwayroundbyGazetnyLaneandKislovka，hewentbackagaintothehotel，and，puttinghiswatchbeforehim，satdowntowaitfortwelveo’clock。Inthenextroomtheyweretalkingaboutsomesortofmachines，andswindling，andcoughingtheirmorningcoughs。Theydidnotrealizethatthehandwasneartwelve。Thehandreachedit。Levinwentoutonthesteps。Thesleighdriversclearlyknewallaboutit。TheycrowdedroundLevinwithhappyfaces，quarrelingamongthemselves，andofferingtheirservices。Tryingnottooffendtheothersleighdrivers，andpromisingtodrivewiththemtoo，LevintookoneandtoldhimtodrivetotheShcherbatskys’。Thesleighdriverwassplendidinawhiteshirtcollar，stickingoutoverhisovercoatandintohisstrong，full-bloodedredneck。Thesleighwashighandcomfortable，andaltogethersuchaoneasLevinneverdroveinafter，andthehorsewasagoodone，andtriedtogallopyetdidn’tseemtomove。ThedriverknewtheShcherbatskys’house，anddrewupattheentrance，squaringhisarmsandsayinga`Whoa！’especiallyindicativeofrespectforhisfare。TheShcherbatskys’hallportercertainlyknewallaboutit。Thiswasevidentfromthesmileinhiseyesandthewayhesaid:
　　`Well，it’salongwhilesinceyou’vebeentoseeus，KonstantinDmitrievich！’
　　Notonlydidheknowallaboutit，buthewasunmistakablydelightedandmakingeffortstoconcealhisjoy。Lookingintohiskindlyoldeyes，Levinrealizedevensomethingnewinhishappiness。
　　`Aretheyup？’
　　`Praywalkin！Leaveithere，’saidhe，smiling，asLevinwouldhavecomebacktotakehishat。Thatmeantsomething。
　　`TowhomshallIannounceyourhonor？’askedthefootman。
　　Thefootman，thoughayoungman，andoneofthenewschooloffootmen-adandy-wasaverykindhearted，goodfellow，andhetooknewallaboutit。
　　`ThePrincess……thePrince……theyoungPrincess……’saidLevin。
　　ThefirstpersonhesawwasMademoiselleLinon。Shewalkedacrosstheroom，andherringletsandherfacewerebeaming。Hehadbarelyspokentoher，whensuddenlyheheardtherustleofaskirtatthedoor，andMademoiselleLinonvanishedfromLevin’seyes，andajoyfulterrorcameoverhimatthenearnessofhishappiness。MademoiselleLinonwasingreathaste，and，leavinghim，wentoutattheotherdoor。Directlyshehadgoneout，swift，swiftlightstepssoundedontheparquet，andhisbliss，hislife，hisownself-whatwasbestinhimself，whathehadsolongsoughtandlongedfor-wasquickly，soquicklyapproachinghim。Shedidnotwalk，butseemed，bysomeunseenforce，tofloattowardhim。
　　Hesawnothingbutherclear，truthfuleyes，frightenedbythesameblissoflovethatfloodedhisheart。Thoseeyeswereshiningnearerandnearer，blindinghimwiththeirlightoflove。Shestoppedclosetohim，touchinghim。Herhandsroseanddroppedonhisshoulders。
　　Shehaddoneallshecould-shehadrunuptohimandgivenherselfupentirely，shyandhappy。Heputhisarmsroundher，andpressedhislipstohermouth，whichsoughthiskiss。
　　Shetoohadnotsleptallnight，andhadbeenexpectinghimallthemorning。
　　Hermotherandfatherhadconsentedwithoutdemur，andwerehappyinherhappiness。Shehadbeenwaitingforhim。Shewantedtobethefirsttotellhimherhappinessandhis。Shehadgotreadytoseehimalone，andhadbeendelightedattheidea，andhadbeenshyandashamed，anddidnotknowherselfwhatshewastodo。Shehadheardhisstepsandvoice，andhadwaitedatthedoorforMademoiselleLinontogo。MademoiselleLinonhadgoneaway。Withoutthinking，withoutaskingherselfhowandwhat，shehadgoneuptohim，anddidasshewasdoing。
　　`Letusgotomamma！’shesaid，takinghimbythehand。Foralongwhilehecouldsaynothing，notsomuchbecausehewasafraidofdesecratingtheloftinessofhisemotionbyaword，asthateverytimehetriedtosaysomething，insteadofwordshefeltthattearsofhappinesswerewellingup。Hetookherhandandkissedit。
　　`Canitbetrue？’hesaidatlastinachokedvoice。`Ican’tbelieveyouloveme，dear！’
　　Shesmiledatthat`dear，’andatthetimiditywithwhichheglancedather。
　　`Yes！’shesaidsignificantly，deliberately。`Iamsohappy！’
　　Withoutlettinggohishand，shewentintothedrawingroom。ThePrincess，seeingthem，breathedquickly，andimmediatelybegantocry，andthenimmediatelybegantolaugh，and，withavigorousstepLevinhadnotexpected，ranuptohim，andhugginghishead，kissedhim，wettinghischeekswithhertears。
　　`Soitisallsettled！Iamglad。Loveher。Iamglad……Kitty！’
　　`You’venotbeenlongsettlingthings，’saidtheoldPrince，tryingtoseemunmoved；butLevinnoticedthathiseyeswerewetwhenheturnedtohim。`I’velong-always-wishedforthis！’saidthePrince，takingLevinbythearmanddrawinghimtowardhimself。`Evenwhenthislittlefeatherheadfancied……’
　　`Papa！’shriekedKitty，andshuthismouthwithherhands。
　　`Well，Iwon’t！’hesaid。`I’mvery，very……plea……Oh，whatafoolIam……’
　　HeembracedKitty，kissedherface，herhand，herfaceagain，andmadethesignofthecrossoverher。
　　AndtherecameoverLevinanewfeelingofloveforthisman，theoldPrince，tillthensolittleknowntohim，whenhesawhowslowlyandtenderlyKittykissedhismuscularhand。
　　ThePrincesswassittinginherarmchair，silentandsmiling；thePrincesatdownbesideher。Kittystoodbyherfather’schair，stillholdinghishand。Allweresilent。
　　ThePrincesswasthefirsttoputeverythingintowords，andtotranslateallthoughtsandfeelingsintopracticalquestions。Andallfeltequallystrangeandpainfulforthefirstminute。
　　`Whenisittobe？Wemusthavethebenedictionandannouncement。Andwhen’stheweddingtobe？Whatdoyouthink，Alexandre？
　　`Hereheis，’saidtheoldPrince，pointingtoLevin-`he’stheprincipalpersoninthematter。’
　　`When？’saidLevinblushing。`Tomorrow。Ifyouaskme，Ishouldsay，thebenedictiontoday，andtheweddingtomorrow。’
　　`Come，moncher，that’snonsense！’
　　`Well，inaweek。’
　　`He’squitemad。’
　　`No，whyso？’
　　`Well，uponmyword！’saidthemother，smiling，delightedatthishaste。`Howaboutthetrousseau？’
　　`Willtherereallybeatrousseauandallthat？’Levinthoughtwithhorror。`Butcanthetrousseauandthebenedictionandallthat-canitspoilmyhappiness？Nothingcanspoilit！’HeglancedatKittyandnoticedthatshewasnotintheleast，notintheveryleast，disturbedbytheideaofthetrousseau。`Thenitmustbeallright，’hethought。
　　`Oh，Iknownothingaboutit；IonlysaidwhatIshouldlike，’hesaidapologetically。
　　`We’lltalkitover，then。Thebenedictionandannouncementcantakeplacenow。That’sverywell。’
　　ThePrincesswentuptoherhusband，kissedhim，andwouldhavegoneaway，butheheldherback，embracedher，andtenderly，asayounglover，kissedherseveraltimes，smiling。Theoldpeoplewereobviouslymuddledforamoment，anddidnotquiteknowwhetheritwastheywhowereinloveagainortheirdaughter。WhenthePrinceandthePrincesshadgone，Levinwentuptohisbetrothedandtookherhand。Hewasself-possessednowandcouldspeak，andhehadagreatdealhewantedtotellher。Buthedidnotsayatallwhathehadtosay。
　　`HowIknewitwouldbeso！Ineverhopedforit；andyetinmyheartIwasalwayssure，’hesaid。`Ibelievethatitwasordained。’
　　`AndI？’shesaid。`Evenwhen……’Shestoppedandwentonagain，lookingathimresolutelywithhertruthfuleyes，`EvenwhenIthrustmyhappinessfromme。Ialwayslovedyouonly，butIwascarriedaway。Ioughttotellyou……Canyouforgiveit？’
　　`Perhapsitwasforthebest。Youwillhavetoforgivemesomuch。Ioughttotellyou……’
　　Thiswasoneofthethingshehadmeanttospeakabout。Hehadresolvedfromthefirsttotellhertwothings-thathewasnotchasteasshewas，andthathewasnotabeliever。Itwasagonizing，butheconsideredheoughttotellherboththesefacts。
　　`No，notnow，later！’hesaid。
　　`Verywell，later，butyoumustcertainlytellme。I’mnotafraidofanything。Iwanttoknoweverything。Nowitissettled。’
　　Headded:
　　`Settledthatyou’lltakemewhateverImaybe-youwon’tgivemeup？Yes？’
　　`Yes，yes。’
　　TheirconversationwasinterruptedbyMademoiselleLinon，whowithanaffectedbuttendersmilecametocongratulateherfavoritepupil。Beforeshehadgone，theservantscameinwiththeircongratulations。Thenrelationsarrived，andtherebeganthatstateofblissfulabsurdityfromwhichLevindidnotemergetillthedayafterhiswedding。Levinwasinacontinualstateofawkwardnessanddiscomfort，buttheintensityofhishappinesswentonincreasingallthewhile。Hefeltcontinuallythatagreatdealwasbeingexpectedofhim-what，hedidnotknow；andhedideverythinghewastold，anditallgavehimhappiness。Hehadthoughthisengagementwouldhavenothingaboutitlikeothers，thattheordinaryconditionsofengagedcoupleswouldspoilhisspecialhappiness；butitendedinhisdoingexactlyasotherpeopledid，andhishappinessbeingonlyincreasedtherebyandbecomingmoreandmorespecial，moreandmoreunlikeanythingthathadeverhappened。
　　`Nowweshallhavesweetmeatstoeat，’saidMademoiselleLinon-andLevindroveofftobuysweetmeats。
　　`Well，I’mveryglad，’saidSviiazhsky。`IadviseyoutogetthebouquetsfromFomin’s。’
　　`Oh，aretheywanted？’AndhedrovetoFomin’s。
　　Hisbrotherrecommendedlendingmoneytohim，ashewouldhavesomanyexpenses，presentstogive……
　　`Oh，arepresentswanted？’AndhegallopedtoFoulde’s。
　　Andattheconfectioner’s，andatFomin’s，andatFoulde’shesawthathewasexpected；thattheywerepleasedtoseehim，andpridedthemselvesonhishappiness，justaseveryonedidwhomhehadtodowithduringthosedays。Whatwasextraordinarywasthateveryonenotonlylikedhim，butevenpeoplepreviouslyunsympathetic，cold，andcallous，wereenthusiasticoverhim，gavewaytohimineverything，treatedhisfeelingswithtendernessanddelicacy，andsharedhisconvictionthathewasthehappiestmanintheworldbecausehisbetrothedwasbeyondperfection。Kittytoofeltthesamething。WhenCountessNordstoneventuredtohintthatshehadhopedforsomethingbetter，KittywassoangryandprovedsoconclusivelythatnothingintheworldcouldbebetterthanLevin，thatCountessNordstonehadtoadmitit，andinKitty’spresencenevermetLevinwithoutasmileofecstaticadmiration。
　　Theconfessionhehadpromisedwastheonepainfulincidentofthistime。HeconsultedtheoldPrince，andwithhissanctiongaveKittyhisdiary，inwhichtherewaswrittentheconfessionthattorturedhim。Hehadwrittenthisdiaryatthetimewithaviewtohisfuturewife。Twothingscausedhimanguish:hislackofpurityandhislackoffaith。Hisconfessionofunbeliefpassedunnoticed。Shewasreligious，hadneverdoubtedthetruthsofreligion，buthisexternalunbeliefdidnotaffectherintheleast。Throughlovesheknewallhissoul，andinhissoulshesawwhatshewanted，andthatsuchastateofsoulshouldbecalledunbelievingwastoheramatterofnoaccount。Theotherconfessionsetherweepingbitterly。
　　Levin，notwithoutaninnerstruggle，handedherhisdiary。Heknewthatbetweenhimandhertherecouldnotbe，andshouldnotbe，anysecrets，andsohehaddecidedthatsoitmustbe。Buthehadnotrealizedwhataneffectitwouldhaveonher，hehadnotputhimselfinherplace。Itwasonlywhenthesameeveninghecametotheirhousebeforethetheater，wentintoherroom，andsawhertearstained，pitiful，sweetface，miserablewiththesufferinghehadcausedandnothingcouldundo，thathefelttheabyssthatseparatedhisshamefulpastfromherdovelikepurity，andwasappalledatwhathehaddone。
　　`Takethem，takethesedreadfulbooks！’shesaid，pushingawaythenotebookslyingbeforeheronthetable。`Whydidyougivethemme？No，itwasbetteranyway，’sheadded，touchedbyhisdespairingface。`Butit’sawful，awful！’
　　Hisheadsank，andhewassilent。Hecouldsaynothing。
　　`Youcan’tforgiveme，’hewhispered。
　　`Yes，Iforgiveyou；butit’shorrible！’
　　Buthishappinesswassoimmensethatthisconfessiondidnotshatterit，itonlyaddedanothershadetoit。Sheforgavehim；butfromthattime，morethanever，heconsideredhimselfunworthyofher，morallyboweddownlowerthaneverbeforeher，andprizedmorehighlythaneverhisundeservedhappiness。
　　Unconsciouslygoingoverinhismemorytheconversationsthathadtakenplaceduringandafterdinner，AlexeiAlexandrovichreturnedtohissolitaryroom。DaryaAlexandrovna’swordsaboutforgivenesshadarousedinhimnothingbutannoyance。TheapplicabilityornonapplicabilityoftheChristianprecepttohisowncasewastoodifficultaquestiontobediscussedlightly，andthisquestionhadlongagobeenansweredbyAlexeiAlexandrovichinthenegative。Ofallthathadbeensaid，whatstuckmostinhismemorywasthephraseofstupid，good-naturedTurovtsin:`Actedlikeaman，hedid！Calledhimoutandshothim！’Everyonehadapparentlysharedthisfeeling，thoughfrompolitenesstheyhadnotexpressedit。
　　`Butthematterissettled；it’suselessthinkingaboutit，’AlexeiAlexandrovichtoldhimself。Andthinkingofnothingbutthejourneybeforehim，andtherevisionworkhehadtodo，hewentintohisroomandaskedtheporterwhoescortedhimwherehismanwas；theportersaidthatthemanhadjustgoneout。AlexeiAlexandrovichorderedteatobesenthim，satdowntothetable，and，takingtheschedule，beganconsideringtherouteofhisjourney。
　　`Twotelegrams，’saidhisvalet，comingintotheroom。`Ibegyourpardon，YourExcellency；I’djuststeppedoutthisveryminute。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichtookthetelegramsandopenedthem。ThefirsttelegramwastheannouncementofStremov’sappointmenttotheverypostKareninhadcoveted。AlexeiAlexandrovichflungthetelegramdown，and，flushing，gotupandbegantopaceupanddowntheroom。`Quosvultperderedementat，’hesaid，meaningbyquosthepersonsresponsibleforthisappointment。Hewasnotsomuchannoyedatnotreceivingthepost，asathavingbeensoconspicuouslypassedover；butitwasincomprehensible，amazingtohimthattheydidnotseethatthewordyphrasemongerStremovwasthelastmanfitforit。Howcouldtheyfailtoseetheywereruiningthemselves，loweringtheirprestigebythisappointment？
　　`Somethingelseinthesameline，’hesaidtohimselfbitterly，openingthesecondtelegram。Thetelegramwasfromhiswife。Hername，writteninbluepencil，`Anna，’wasthefirstthingthatcaughthiseye。`Iamdying；Ibeg，Iimploreyoutocome。Ishalldieeasierwithyourforgiveness，’heread。Hesmiledcontemptuously，andflungdownthetelegram。Thatthiswasatrickandafraud，ofthat-hethoughtforthefirstminute-therecouldbenodoubt。
　　`Thereisnodeceitshewouldstickat。Shewasnearherconfinement。Perhapsitistheconfinement。Butwhatcanbetheiraim？Tolegitimizethechild，tocompromiseme，andpreventadivorce，’hethought。`Butsomethingwassaidinit:Iamdying……’Hereadthetelegramagain，andsuddenlytheplainmeaningofwhatwassaidinitstruckhim。`Andifitistrue？’hesaidtohimself。`Ifitistruethatinthemomentofagonyandnearnesstodeathsheisgenuinelypenitent，andI，takingitforatrick，refusetogo？Thatwouldnotonlybecruel，andeveryonewouldblameme，butitwouldbestupidonmypart。’
　　`Piotr，callacoach；IamgoingtoPeterburg，’hesaidtohisservant。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichdecidedthathewouldgotoPeterburgandseehiswife。Ifherillnesswasatrick，hewouldsaynothingandgoawayagain。Ifshewerereallyindanger，andwishedtoseehimbeforeherdeath，hewouldforgiveherifhefoundheralive，andpayherthelastdutiesifhecametoolate。
　　Allthewayhethoughtnomoreofwhatheoughttodo。
　　Withasenseofwearinessanduncleannessfromthenightspentinthetrain，intheearlyfogofPeterburg，AlexeiAlexandrovichdrovethroughthedesertedNevskyProspect，andstaredstraightbeforehim，withoutthinkingofwhatwasawaitinghim。Hecouldnotthinkaboutit，becauseinpicturingwhatwouldhappen，hecouldnotdriveawaythereflectionthatherdeathwouldatonceremoveallthedifficultyofhisposition。Bakers，closedshops，nightcabmen，streetsweeperssweepingthepavementsflashedpasthiseyes，andhewatcheditall，tryingtosmotherthethoughtofwhatwasawaitinghim，andwhathedarednothopefor，andyetwashopingfor。Hedroveuptothesteps。Ahackneysleigh，andacoachwithitscoachmanasleep，stoodattheentrance。Ashewentintotheentry，AlexeiAlexandrovichseemedtogetouthisresolutionfromtheremotestcornerofhisbrain，andmastereditthoroughly。Itsmeaningran:`Ifit’satrick，thencalmcontemptanddeparture。Iftruth，dowhatisseemly。’
　　TheporteropenedthedoorbeforeAlexeiAlexandrovichrang。Theporter，Kapitonich，lookedqueerinanoldcoat，withoutatie，andinslippers。
　　`Howisyourmistress？’
　　`Shewasconfinedyesterday，successfully。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichstoppedshortandturnedwhite。Hefeltdistinctlynowhowintenselyhehadlongedforherdeath。
　　`Andhowisshe？’
　　Korneiinhismorningapronrandownstairs。
　　`Veryill，’heanswered。`Therewasaconsultationyesterday，andthedoctor’sherenow。’
　　`Takemythings，’saidAlexeiAlexandrovich，and，feelingsomereliefatthenewsthattherewasstillhopeofherdeath，hewentintothehall。
　　Onthehatstandtherewasamilitaryovercoat。AlexeiAlexandrovichnoticeditandasked:
　　`Whoishere？’
　　`Thedoctor，themidwife，andCountVronsky。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichwentintotheinnerrooms。
　　Inthedrawingroomtherewasnoone；atthesoundofhisstepsthemidwifecameoutofAnna’sboudoir，inacapwithlilacribbons。
　　ShewentuptoAlexeiAlexandrovich，andwiththefamiliaritygivenbytheapproachofdeathtookhimbythearmanddrewhimtowardthebedroom。
　　`ThankGodyou’vecome！Shekeepsontalkingaboutyou，andnothingbutyou，’shesaid。
　　`Makehastewiththeice！’thedoctor’speremptoryvoicecamefromthebedroom。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichwentintotheboudoir。Athertable，sittingsidewaysinalowchair，wasVronsky，hisfacehiddeninhishands，weeping。Hejumpedupatthedoctor’svoice，tookhishandsfromhisface，andsawAlexeiAlexandrovich。Seeingthehusband，hewassooverwhelmedthathesatdownagain，drawinghisheadintohisshoulders，asifhewantedtodisappear；buthemadeaneffortoverhimself，gotupandsaid:
　　`Sheisdying。Thedoctorssaythereisnohope。Iamentirelyinyourpower，onlyletmebehere……thoughIamatyourdisposal。I……’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovich，seeingVronsky’stears，feltarushofthatnervousemotionalwaysproducedinhimbythesightofotherpeople’ssufferings，and，turningawayhisface，hemovedhurriedlytothedoor，withouthearingtherestofthewords。FromthebedroomcamethesoundofAnna’svoicesayingsomething。Hervoicewaslively，animated，withexceedinglydistinctintonations。AlexeiAlexandrovichwentintothebedroom，andwalkeduptothebed。Shewaslyingwithherfaceturnedtowardhim。Hercheekswereflushedcrimson，hereyesglittered，herlittlewhitehandsthrustoutfromthecuffsofherdressinggownwereplayingwiththequilt，twistingitabout。Itseemedasthoughshewerenotonlywellandblooming，butinthehappiestframeofmind。Shewastalkingrapidly，musically，andwithexceptionallycorrectarticulationandexpressiveintonation。
　　`BecauseAlexei-IamspeakingofAlexeiAlexandrovichwhatastrangeandawfulthingthatbothareAlexeis，isn’tit？-Alexeiwouldnotrefuseme。Ishouldforget，hewouldforgive……Butwhydoesn’thecome？He’ssogood，hedoesn’tknowhimselfhowgoodheis。Ah，myGod，whatpangs！Givemesomewater，quick！Oh，thatwillbebadforher-mylittlegirl！Oh，verywellthen，givehertoanurse。Yes，Iagree，it’sbetterinfact。He’llbecoming；itwillhurthimtoseeher。Givehertothenurse。’
　　`AnnaArkadyevna，hehascome。Hereheis！’saidthemidwife，tryingtoattractherattentiontoAlexeiAlexandrovich。
　　`Oh，whatnonsense！’Annawenton，notseeingherhusband。`No，givehertome；givememylittleone！Hehasnotcomeyet。Yousayhewon’tforgiveme，becauseyoudon’tknowhim。Nooneknowshim。I’mtheonlyone，anditwashardformeeven。Ioughttoknowhiseyes-Seriozhahasjustsucheyes-andIcan’tbeartoseethembecauseofit。HasSeriozhahadhisdinner？Iknoweveryonewillforgettodoit。Hewouldnotforget。Seriozhamustbemovedintothecornerroom，andMariettemustbeaskedtosleepwithhim。’
　　Allofasuddensheshrankback，andwassilent；andinterror，asthoughexpectingablow，asthoughtodefendherself，sheraisedherhandstoherface。Shehadseenherhusband。
　　`No，no！’shebegan。`Iamnotafraidofhim；Iamafraidofdeath。Alexei，comehere。Iaminahurry，becauseI’venotime，Ihaven’tlonglefttolive；thefeverwillbegindirectlyandIshallunderstandnothingmore。NowIunderstand，Iunderstanditall-Iseeitall！’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovich’swrinkledfaceworeanexpressionofsuffering；hetookherbythehandandtriedtosaysomething，buthecouldnotutterit；hislowerlipquivered，buthestillwentonstrugglingwithhisemotion，andonlynowandthenglancedather。Andeachtimeheglancedather，hesawhereyesgazingathimwithsuchpassionateandexultanttendernessashehadneveryetseeninthem。
　　`Waitaminute，youdon’tknow……Stayalittle，stay！……’Shestopped，asthoughcollectingherideas。`Yes，’shebegan，`yes，yes，yes！ThisiswhatIwantedtosay。Don’tbesurprisedatme。I’mstillthesame……Butthereisanotherwomaninme-I’mafraidofher:shelovedthatman，andItriedtohateyou，andcouldnotforgetaboutherthatusedtobe。Thatwomanisn’tmyself。NowI’mmyrealself。I’mdyingnow，IknowIshalldie-askhim。EvennowIfeel-seehere，theweightsonmyfeet，onmyhands，onmyfingers。Myfingers-seehowhugetheyare！Butthiswillsoonbeallover……OnlyonethingIwant:forgiveme，forgivemequite。I’mterrible，butmynursewouldtellme-theholymartyr-whatwashername？Shewasworse。AndI’llgotoRome；there’sawilderness，andthereIshallbenotroubletoanyone，onlyI’lltakeSeriozhaandthelittleone……No，youcan’tforgiveme！Iknow，itcan’tbeforgiven！No，no，goaway，you’retoogood！’Sheheldhishandinoneburninghand，whileshepushedhimawaywiththeother。
　　ThenervousagitationofAlexeiAlexandrovichkeptincreasing，andhadbynowreachedsuchapointthatheceasedtostrugglewithit。Hesuddenlyfeltthatwhathehadregardedasnervousagitationwasonthecontraryablissfulspiritualconditionthatgavehimallatonceanewhappinesshehadneverknown。HedidnotthinkthattheChristianlaw，whichhehadbeenallhislifetryingtofollow，enjoinedonhimtoforgiveandlovehisenemies；butajoyousfeelingofloveandforgivenessforhisenemiesfilledhisheart。Hekneltdown，andlayinghisheadinthecurveofherarm，whichburnedhimaswithfirethroughthesleeve，hesobbedlikealittlechild。Sheputherarmaroundhishead，whichwasbeginningtogrowbald，movedtowardhim，andwithdefiantpridelifteduphereyes。
　　`Thatishe。Iknewhim！Now，good-by，everyone，good-by！……They’vecomeagain；whydon’ttheygoaway？……Oh，takethesefurcoatsoffme！’
　　Thedoctorunloosedherhands，carefullylayingheronthepillow，andcoveredheruptotheshoulders。Shelaybacksubmissively，andlookedbeforeherwithbeamingeyes。
　　`Rememberonething，thatIneedednothingbutforgiveness，andIwantnothingmore……Whydoesn’thecome？’shesaid，turningtothedoor，towardVronsky。`Docome，docome！Givehimyourhand。’
　　Vronskycametothesideofthebed，andseeingAnna，againhidhisfaceinhishands。
　　`Uncoveryourface-lookathim！He’sasaint，’shesaid。`Oh！uncoveryourface，douncoverit！’shesaidangrily。`AlexeiAlexandrovich，douncoverhisface！Iwanttoseehim。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichtookVronsky’shandsanddrewthemawayfromhisface，whichwasawfulwiththeexpressionofagonyandshameuponit。
　　`Givehimyourhand。Forgivehim。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichgavehimhishand，notattemptingtorestrainthetearsthatstreamedfromhiseyes。
　　`ThankGod，thankGod！’shesaid，`noweverythingisready。Onlytostretchmylegsalittle。There，that’scapital。Howbadlytheseflowersaredone-notabitlikeaviolet，’shesaid，pointingtothehangings。`MyGod，myGod！whenwillitend？Givemesomemorphine。Doctor，givemesomemorphine！Oh，myGod，myGod！’
　　Andshetossedaboutonthebed。
　　Thedoctorssaidthatitwaspuerperalfever，andthatninety-ninechancesinahundreditwouldendindeath。Thewholedaylongtherewasfever，delirium，andunconsciousness。Atmidnightthepatientlaywithoutconsciousness，andalmostwithoutpulse。
　　Theendwasexpectedeveryminute。
　　Vronskyhadgonehome，butinthemorninghecametoinquire，andAlexeiAlexandrovich，meetinghiminthehall，said:`Betterstay，shemightaskforyou，’andhimselfledhimtohiswife’sboudoir。Towardmorningtherewasareturnagainofexcitement，rapidthoughtandtalk，andagainitendedinunconsciousness。Onthethirddayitwasthesamething，andthedoctorssaidtherewashope。ThatdayAlexeiAlexandrovichwentintotheboudoirwhereVronskywassitting，and，closingthedoor，satdownoppositehim。
　　`AlexeiAlexandrovich，’saidVronsky，feelingthatastatementofthesituationwascoming，`Ican’tspeak，Ican’tunderstand。Spareme！Howeverharditisforyou，believeme，itismoreterribleforme。’
　　Hewouldhaverisen；butAlexeiAlexandrovichtookhimbythehandandsaid:
　　`Ibegyoutohearmeout；itisnecessary。Imustexplainmyfeelings，thefeelingsthathaveguidedme，andwillguideme，sothatyoumaynotbeinerrorregardingme。YouknowIhadresolvedonadivorce，andhadevenbeguntotakeproceedings。Iwon’tconcealfromyouthatinbeginningthisIwasinuncertainty，Iwasinmisery；IwillconfessthatIwaspursuedbyadesiretorevengemyselfonyouandonher。WhenIgotthetelegram，Icameherewiththesamefeelings；Iwillsaymore-Ilongedforherdeath。But……’Hepaused，ponderingwhethertodiscloseornottodisclosehisfeelings。`ButIsawherandforgaveher。Andthehappinessofforgivenesshasrevealedtomemyduty。Iforgivecompletely。Iwouldoffertheothercheek，Iwouldgivemycloakifmycoatbetaken。IpraytoGodonlynottotakefrommetheblissofforgiveness！’
　　Tearsstoodinhiseyes，andtheluminous，serenelookinthemimpressedVronsky。
　　`Thisismyposition:youcantramplemeinthemud，makemethelaughingstockoftheworld-Iwillnotabandonher，andIwillneverutterawordofreproachtoyou，’AlexeiAlexandrovichwenton。`Mydutyisclearlymarkedforme；Ioughttobewithher，andIwillbe。Ifshewishestoseeyou，Iwillletyouknow，butnowIsupposeitwouldbebetterforyoutogoaway。’
　　Hegotup，andsobscutshorthiswords。Vronskytoowasgettingup，andinastooping，notyeterectposture，lookedupathimfromunderhisbrows。HedidnotunderstandAlexeiAlexandrovich’sfeeling，buthefeltthatitwassomethinghigher，andevenunattainableforhimwithhisviewoflife。
　　AftertheconversationwithAlexeiAlexandrovich，VronskywentoutonthestepsoftheKarenins’houseandstoodstill，withdifficultyrememberingwherehewas，andwhereheoughttowalkordrive。Hefeltdisgraced，humiliated，guilty，anddeprivedofallpossibilityofwashingawayhishumiliation。Hefeltthrustoutofthebeatentrackalongwhichhehadsoproudlyandlightlywalkedtillthen。Allthehabitsandrulesofhislifethathadseemedsofirm，hadturnedoutsuddenlyfalseandinapplicable。Thebetrayedhusband，whohadfiguredtillthattimeasapitifulcreature，anincidentalandsomewhatludicrousobstacletohishappiness，hadsuddenlybeensummonedbyherherself，elevatedtoanawe-inspiringpinnacle，andonthepinnaclethathusbandhadshownhimself-notmalignant，notfalse，notludicrous-butkindandstraightforwardandgrand。Vronskycouldnotbutfeelthis，andtherolesweresuddenlyreversed。Vronskyfelttheother’selevationandhisownabasement，theother’struthandhisownfalsehood。Hefeltthatthehusbandwasmagnanimouseveninhissorrow，whilehehadbeenbaseandpettyinhisdeceit。Butthissenseofhisownhumiliationbeforethemanhehadunjustlydespisedmadeuponlyasmallpartofhismisery。Hefeltunutterablywretchednow，forhispassionforAnna，whichhadseemedtohimoflatetobegrowingcooler，nowthatheknewhehadlostherforever，wasstrongerthaneverithadbeen。Hehadseenallofherinherillness，hadcometoknowherverysoul，anditseemedtohimthathehadneverlovedhertillthen。Andnow，whenhehadlearnedtoknowher，toloveherassheshouldbeloved，hehadbeenhumiliatedbeforeher，andhadlostherforever，leavingwithhernothingofhimselfbutashamefulmemory。Mostterribleofallhadbeenhisludicrous，shamefulpositionwhenAlexeiAlexandrovichhadpulledhishandsawayfromhishumiliatedface。HestoodonthestepsoftheKarenins’houselikeonedistraught，anddidnotknowwhattodo。
　　`Ahack，sir？’askedtheporter。
　　`Yes-ahack。’
　　Ongettinghome，afterthreesleeplessnights，Vronsky，withoutundressing，layproneonthesofa，claspinghishandsandlayinghisheadonthem。Hisheadwasheavy。Images，memories，andideasofthestrangestdescriptionfollowedoneanotherwithextraordinaryrapidityandvividness。Firstitwasthemedicinehehadpouredoutforthepatientandspilledoutofthespoon；thenthemidwife’swhitehands；thenthequeerpostureofAlexeiAlexandrovichonthefloorbesidethebed。
　　`Tosleep！Toforget！’hesaidtohimselfwiththesereneconfidenceofahealthymanthatifheistiredandsleepy，hewillgotosleepatonce。Andthesameinstanthisheaddidbegintofeeldrowsyandhebegantodropoffintoforgetfulness。Thewavesoftheseaofunconsciousnesshadbeguntomeetoverhishead，whenallatonceitseemedasthoughaviolentshockofelectricityhadpassedoverhim。Hestartedsothatheleapeduponthespringsofthesofa，andleaningonhisarmsgotonhiskneesinafright。Hiseyeswerewideopenasthoughhehadneverbeenasleep。Theheavinessinhisheadandtheflabbinessinhislimbsthathehadfeltaminutebeforehadsuddenlygone。
　　`Youmaytramplemeinthemud，’heheardAlexeiAlexandrovich’swordsandsawhimstandingbeforehim，andsawAnna’sfacewithitsburningflushandglitteringeyes，gazingwithloveandtendernessnotathimbutatAlexeiAlexandrovich；hesawhisown，ashefancied，foolishandludicrousfigurewhenAlexeiAlexandrovichhadtakenhishandsawayfromhisface。Hestretchedouthislegsagainandflunghimselfonthesofainthesamepositionandshuthiseyes。
　　`Tosleep！Tosleep！’herepeatedtohimself。ButwithhiseyesshuthesawmoredistinctlythaneverAnna’sfaceasithadbeenonthememorableeveningbeforetheraces。
　　`Thiscannot，andwillnotbe，andshewantstowipeitoutofhermemory。ButIcannotlivewithoutit。Howcanwebereconciled？Howcanwebereconciled？’hesaidaloud，andunconsciouslybegantorepeatthesewords。Thisrepetitionofwordscheckedtherisingoffreshimagesandmemories，whichhefeltwerethronginginhisbrain。Butrepeatingwordsdidnotcheckhisimaginationforlong。Again，inextraordinarilyrapidsuccession，hisbestmomentsrosebeforehismind，andthenhisrecenthumiliation。`Takeawayhishands，’Anna’svoicewassaying。Hetakesawayhishandsandfeelstheshame-struckandidioticexpressionofhisface。
　　Hewasstilllyingdown，tryingtosleep，thoughhefelttherewasnotthesmallesthopeofit，andkeptrepeatingstraywordsfromsomechainofthought，tryingbythistochecktherisingfloodoffreshimages。Helistened，andheardwordsrepeatedinastrange，madwhisper:`Youdidnotappreciateit，didnotmakeenoughofit。Youdidnotappreciateit，didnotmakeenoughofit。’
　　`What’sthis？AmIgoingoutofmymind？’hesaidtohimself`Perhaps。Whatmakesmengooutoftheirminds-whatmakesmenshootthemselves？’heansweredhimself，and，openinghiseyes，hesawwithwonderanembroideredcushionbesidehim，workedbyVaria，hisbrother’swife。Hetouchedthetasselofthecushion，andtriedtothinkofVaria，ofwhenhehadseenherlast。Buttothinkofanythingextraneouswasanagonizingeffort。`No，Imustsleep！’Hemovedthecushionup，andpressedhisheadintoit，buthehadtomakeanefforttokeephiseyesshut。Hejumpedupandsatdown。`That’salloverforme，’hesaidtohimself。`Imustthinkwhattodo。Whatisleft？’HismindrapidlyranthroughhislifeapartfromhisloveofAnna。
　　`Ambition？Serpukhovskoy？Society？TheCourt？’Hecouldnotcometoapauseanywhere。Allofithadhadmeaningbefore，butnowtherewasnorealityinit。Hegotupfromthesofa，tookoffhiscoat，undidhisbelt，and，uncoveringhishairychesttobreathemorefreely，walkedupanddowntheroom。`Thisishowpeoplegomad，’herepeated，`andhowtheyshootthemselves……toescapehumiliation，’headdedslowly。
　　Hewenttothedoorandclosedit，andthenwithfixedeyesandclenchedteethhewentuptothetable，tookarevolver，lookeditabout，turnedittoaloadedbarrel，andsankintothought。Fortwominutes，hisheadbentforwardwithanexpressionofanintenseeffortofthought，hestoodwiththerevolverinhishand，motionless，thinking。`Ofcourse，’hesaidtohimself，asthoughalogical，continuous，andclearchainofreasoninghadbroughthimtoanindubitableconclusion。Inrealitythis`ofcourse，’soconvincingtohim，wassimplytheresultofrepeatingexactlythesamecircleofmemoriesandimagesthroughwhichhehadalreadypassedtentimesduringthelasthour。Therewerethesamememoriesofhappinesslostforever，thesameconceptionofthesenselessnessofeverythingtocomeinlife，thesameconsciousnessofhumiliation。Therewasthesamesequenceoftheseimagesandemotionstoo。
　　`Ofcourse，’herepeated，whenforthethirdtimehisthoughtpassedagainroundthesamespellboundcircleofmemoriesandimages，and，puttingtherevolvertotheleftsideofhischest，andtwitchingvigorouslywithhiswholehand，asthoughsqueezingitinhisfist，hepulledthetrigger。Hedidnothearthesoundoftheshot，butaviolentblowonhischestknockedhimdown。Hetriedtoclutchattheedgeofthetable，droppedtherevolver，staggered，andsatdownontheground，lookingabouthiminastonishment。Hedidnotrecognizehisroom，ashelookedupfromthegroundatthebentlegsofthetable，atthewastepaperbasket，andthetigerskinrug。Thehurried，creakingstepsofhisservantcomingthroughthedrawingroombroughthimtohissenses。Hemadeaneffortatthought，andwasawarethathewasonthefloor；andseeingbloodonthetigerskinrugandonhisarm，heknewhehadshothimself。
　　`Idiotic！Missed！’hesaid，fumblingaftertherevolver。Therevolverwasclosebesidehim-hewasgropingfartheroff。Stillgropingforit，hestretchedouttotheotherside，andnotbeingstrongenoughtokeephisbalance，fellover，streamingwithblood。
　　Theelegant，whiskeredmanservant，whousedtobecontinuallycomplainingtohisacquaintancesofthedelicacyofhisnerves，wassopanic-strickenonseeinghismasterlyingonthefloorthathelefthimlosingbloodwhileheranforassistance。AnhourlaterVaria，hisbrother’swife，hadarrived，andwiththeassistanceofthreedoctors，whomshehadsentforinalldirections，andwhoallappearedatthesamemoment，shegotthewoundedmantobed，andremainedtonursehim。
　　ThemistakemadebyAlexeiAlexandrovich，whenpreparingtoseehiswife，inhavingoverlookedthepossibilitythatherrepentancemightbesincere，andthathemightforgiveher，andshemightnotdie-thismistakewastwomonthsafterhisreturnfromMoscowbroughthometohiminallitssignificance。Butthemistakemadebyhimhadarisennotsimplyfromhishavingoverlookedthatcontingency，butalsofromthefactthat，untilthedayofhisinterviewwithhisdyingwife，hehadnotknownhisownheart。Athissickwife’sbedsidehehadforthefirsttimeinhislifegivenwaytothatfeelingofsympatheticsufferingalwaysrousedinhimbythesufferingsofothers，andhithertolookedonbyhimwithshameasaharmfulweakness。Andpityforher，andremorseforhavingdesiredherdeath，and，mostofall，thejoyofforgiveness，madehimatonceconscious，notsimplyofthereliefofhisownsufferings，butofaspiritualpeacehehadneverexperiencedbefore。Hesuddenlyfeltthattheverythingthatwasthesourceofhissufferingshadbecomethesourceofhisspiritualjoy；thatwhathadseemedinsolvablewhilehewasjudging，blaming，andhating，hadbecomeclearandsimplewhenheforgaveandloved。
　　Heforgavehiswifeandpitiedherforhersufferingsandherremorse。HeforgaveVronsky，andpitiedhim，especiallyafterreportsreachedhimofhisdespairingaction。Hefeltmoreforhissonthanbefore。Andheblamedhimselfnowforhavingtakentoolittleinterestinhim。Butforthelittlenewbornbabyhefeltaquitepeculiarsentiment，notofpityonly，butoftenderness。Atfirst，fromafeelingofcompassionalone，hehadbeeninterestedinthedelicatelittlecreature，whowasnothischild，andwhowasneglectedduringhermother’sillness，andwouldcertainlyhavediedifhehadnottroubledabouther；andhedidnothimselfobservehowfondhebecameofher。Hewouldgointothenurseryseveraltimesaday，andsitthereforalongwhile，sothatthenurseandwetnurses，whowereatfirstafraidofhim，gotquiteusedtohispresence。Sometimes，forhalfanhouratastretch，hewouldsitsilentlygazingatthesaffron-red，downy，wrinkledfaceofthesleepingbaby，watchingthemovementsofthefrowningbrows，andtheplumplittlehandswithclenchedfingers，thatrubbedthelittleeyesandbridgeofthenosewiththebackoftheirpalms。AtsuchmomentsparticularlyAlexeiAlexandrovichhadasenseofperfectpeaceandinwardharmony，andsawnothingextraordinaryinhisposition，nothingthatoughttobechanged。
　　But，astimewenton，hesawmoreandmoredistinctlythathowevernaturalthepositionnowseemedtohim，hewouldnotlongbeallowedtoremaininit。Hefeltthatbesidestheblessedspiritualforcecontrollinghissoul，therewasanother，abrutalforce，aspowerful，ormorepowerful，whichcontrolledhislife，andthatthisforcewouldnotallowhimthathumblepeacehelongedfor。Hefeltthateveryonewaslookingathimwithinquiringwonder，thathewasnotunderstood，andthatsomethingwasexpectedofhim。Aboveall，hefelttheinstabilityandunnaturalnessofhisrelationswithhiswife。
　　Whenthesofteningeffectofthenearapproachofdeathhadpassedaway，AlexeiAlexandrovichbegantonoticethatAnnawasafraidofhim，illateasewithhim，andcouldnotlookhimstraightintheface。Sheseemedtobewanting，yetnotdaring，totellhimsomething；and，asthoughforeseeingthattheirpresentrelationscouldnotcontinue，sheseemedtobeexpectingsomethingfromhim。
　　TowardtheendofFebruaryAnna’sbabydaughter，whohadalsobeennamedAnna，happenedtofallill。AlexeiAlexandrovichwasinthenurseryinthemorning，andleavingordersforthedoctortobesentfor，hewenttohisoffice。Onfinishinghiswork，hereturnedhomeatfour。Goingintothehallhesawahandsomefootman，inagalloonedliveryandabear-furcape，holdingawhitefurcloak。
　　`Whoishere？’askedAlexeiAlexandrovich。
　　`PrincessElizavetaFiodorovnaTverskaia，’thefootmananswered，anditseemedtoAlexeiAlexandrovichthatthefellowgrinned。
　　DuringallthisdifficulttimeAlexeiAlexandrovichhadnoticedthathisworldlyacquaintances，especiallywomen，tookapeculiarinterestinhimandhiswife。Heobservedalltheseacquaintanceswithdifficultyconcealingtheirmirthatsomething-thesamemirththathehadperceivedinthelawyer’seyes，and，justnow，intheeyesofthisfootman。Everyoneseemed，somehow，hugelydelighted，asthoughjustcomefromawedding。Whentheymethim，theyinquiredwithill-disguisedenjoymentafterhiswife’shealth。
　　ThepresenceofPrincessTverskaiawasunpleasanttoAlexeiAlexandrovichfromthememoriesassociatedwithher，andalsobecausehedislikedher，andhewentstraighttothenursery。InthedaynurserySeriozha，leaningonthetablewithhislegsonachair，wasdrawingandchattingawaymerrily。TheEnglishgoverness，whohadduringAnna’sillnessreplacedtheFrenchone，wassittingneartheboy，knittingmignardise。Shehurriedlygotup，curtsied，andpulledSeriozha。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichstrokedhisson’shair，answeredthegoverness’sinquiriesabouthiswife，andaskedwhatthedoctorhadsaidofthebaby。
　　`Thedoctorsaiditwasnothingserious，andheorderedabath，sir。’
　　`Butsheisstillinpain，’saidAlexeiAlexandrovich，listeningtothebaby’sscreaminginthenextroom。
　　`Ithinkit’sthewetnurse，sir，’theEnglishwomansaidfirmly。
　　`Whatmakesyouthinkso？’heasked，stoppingshort。
　　`It’sjustasitwasatCountessPaul’s，sir。Theygavethebabymedicine，anditturnedoutthatthebabywassimplyhungry:thewetnursehadnomilk，sir。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichpondered，andafterstandingstillafewsecondshewentinattheotherdoor。Thebabywaslyingwithitsheadthrownback，stiffeningitselfinthenurse’sarms，andwouldnottaketheplumpbreastofferedit；anditneverceasedscreaminginspiteofthedoublehushingofthewetnurseandtheothernurse，whowasbendingoverher。
　　`Stillnobetter？’saidAlexeiAlexandrovich。
　　`She’sveryrestless，’answeredthenurseinawhisper。
　　`MissEdwardssaysthatperhapsthewetnursehasnomilk，’hesaid。
　　`Ithinksotoo，AlexeiAlexandrovich。’
　　`Thenwhydidn’tyousayso？’
　　`Who’sonetosayitto？AnnaArkadyevnaisstillill……’saidthenursediscontentedly。
　　Thenursewasanoldservantofthefamily。AndinhersimplewordsthereseemedtoAlexeiAlexandrovichanallusiontohisposition。
　　Thebabyscreamedlouderthanever，strugglingandchoking。Thenurse，withagestureofdespair，wenttoit，tookitfromthewetnurse’sarms，andbeganwalkingupanddown，rockingit。
　　`Youmustaskthedoctortoexaminethewetnurse，’saidAlexeiAlexandrovich。
　　Thesmartlydressedandhealthy-lookingnurse，frightenedattheideaoflosingherplace，mutteredsomethingtoherself，and，coveringherbosom，smiledcontemptuouslyattheideaofdoubtsbeingcastonherabundanceofmilk。Inthatsmile，too，AlexeiAlexandrovichsawasneerathisposition。
　　`Lucklesschild，’saidthenurse，hushingthebaby，andstillwalkingupanddownwithit。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichsatdown，andwithadespondentandsufferingfacewatchedthenursewalkingtoandfro。
　　Whenthechildatlastwasstill，andhadbeenputinadeepbed，andthenurse，aftersmoothingthelittlepillow，hadlefther，AlexeiAlexandrovichgotup，and，walkingawkwardlyontiptoe，approachedthebaby。Foraminutehewasstill，andwiththesamedespondentfacegazedatthebaby；butallatonceasmilethatmovedhishairandtheskinofhisforehead，cameoutonhisface，andhewentassoftlyoutoftheroom。
　　Inthediningroomherangthebell，andtoldtheservantwhocameintosendagainforthedoctor。Hefeltvexedwithhiswifefornotbeinganxiousaboutthischarmingbaby，andinthisvexedhumorhehadnowishtogotoher；hehadnowish，either，toseePrincessBetsy。Buthiswifemightwonderwhyhedidnotgotoherasusual；andso，overcominghisdisinclination，hewenttowardherbedroom。Ashewalkedoverthesoftrugtowardthedoor，hecouldnothelpoverhearingaconversationhedidnotwanttohear。
　　`Ifhehadn’tbeengoingaway，Icouldhaveunderstoodyourrefusalandhistoo。Butyourhusbandoughttobeabovethat，’Betsywassaying。
　　`It’snotformyhusband-it’sformyselfIdon’twishit。Don’tsaythat！’answeredAnna’sexcitedvoice。
　　`Yes，butyoumustcaretosaygood-bytoamanwhohasshothimselfonyouraccount……’
　　`That’sjustwhyIdon’twantto。’
　　Withadismayedandguiltyexpression，AlexeiAlexandrovichstoppedandwouldhavegonebackunobserved。Butreflectingthatthiswouldbeundignified，heturnedbackagain，and，clearinghisthroat，heapproachedthebedroom。Thevoicesweresilent，andhewentin。
　　Anna，inagraydressinggown，withacropofshortclusteringblackcurlsonherroundhead，wassittingonasettee。Theanimationdiedoutofherface，asitalwaysdid，atthesightofherhusband；shedroppedherheadandlookedrounduneasilyatBetsy。Betsy，dressedintheheightofthelatestfashion，inahatthattoweredoverherheadlikeashadeonalamp，inadove-coloreddresswithcrudeobliquestripes，slantingonewayonthebodiceandtheotherwayontheskirt，wassittingbesideAnna，hertallflatfigurehelderect。Bowingherhead，shegreetedAlexeiAlexandrovichwithanironicalsmile。
　　`Ah！’shesaid，asthoughsurprised。`I’mverygladyou’reathome。Youneverputinanappearanceanywhere，andIhaven’tseenyoueversinceAnnahasbeenill。Ihaveheardallaboutit-youranxiety。Yes，you’reawonderfulhusband！’shesaid，withasignificantandaffableair，asthoughshewerebestowinganorderofmagnanimityonhimforhisconducttowardhiswife。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichbowedfrigidly，and，kissinghiswife’shand，askedhowshewas。
　　`Better，Ithink，’shesaid，avoidinghiseyes。
　　`Butyou’veratherafeverishcomplexion，’hesaid，layingstressontheword`feverish。’
　　`We’vebeentalkingtoomuch，’saidBetsy。`Ifeelit’sselfishnessonmypart，andIamgoingaway。’
　　Shegotup，butAnna，suddenlyflushing，quicklycaughtatherhand。
　　`No，waitaminute，please。Imusttellyou……no，Imeanyou，’sheturnedtoAlexeiAlexandrovich，andherneckandbrowweresuffusedwithcrimson。`Iwon’tandcan’tkeepanythingsecretfromyou，’shesaid。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichcrackedhisfingersandbowedhishead。
　　`Betsy’sbeentellingmethatCountVronskywantstocomeheretosaygood-bybeforehisdepartureforTashkend。’Shedidnotlookatherhusband，andwasevidentlyinhastetohaveeverythingout，howeverharditmightbeforher。`ItoldherIcouldnotreceivehim。’
　　`Yousaid，mydear，thatitwoulddependonAlexeiAlexandrovich，’Betsycorrectedher。
　　`Oh，no，Ican’treceivehim；andwhatobjectwouldtherebein……’Shestoppedsuddenly，andglancedinquiringlyatherhusbandhedidnotlookather。`Inshort，Idon’twishit……’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichadvancedandwouldhavetakenherhand。
　　Herfirstimpulsewastojerkbackherhandfromthedamphandwithbigswollenveinsthatsoughthers，butwithanobviousefforttocontrolherselfshepressedhishand。
　　`Iamverygratefultoyouforyourconfidence，but……’hesaid，feelingwithconfusionandannoyancethatwhathecoulddecideeasilyandclearlybyhimself，hecouldnotdiscussbeforePrincessTverskaia，whotohimstoodfortheincarnationofthatbruteforcewhichwouldinevitablycontrolhiminthelifeheledintheeyesoftheworld，andhinderhimfromgivingwaytohisfeelingofloveandforgiveness。Hestoppedshort，lookingatPrincessTverskaia。
　　`Well，good-by，mydarling，’saidBetsy，gettingup。ShekissedAnna，andwentout。AlexeiAlexandrovichescortedherout。
　　`AlexeiAlexandrovich！Iknowyouareatrulymagnanimousman，’saidBetsy，stoppinginthelittledrawingroom，andwithspecialwarmthshakinghandswithhimoncemore。`Iamanoutsider，butIloveherso，andrespectyou，thatIventuretoadvise。Receivehim。AlexeiVronskyisthesoulofhonor，andheisgoingawaytoTashkend。’
　　`Thankyou，Princess，foryoursympathyandadvice。Butthequestionofwhethermywifecanorcannotseeanyoneshemustdecideherself。’
　　Hesaidthisfromhabit，liftinghisbrowswithdignity，andreflectedimmediatelythatwhateverhiswordsmightbe，therecouldbenodignityinhisposition。Andhesawthisbythesuppressed，malicious，andironicalsmilewithwhichBetsyglancedathimafterthisphrase。
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichtookleaveofBetsyinthedrawingroom，andwenttohiswife。Shewaslyingdown，buthearinghisstepsshesatuphastilyinherformerattitude，andlookedinascaredwayathim。Hesawshehadbeencrying。
　　`Iamverygratefulforyourconfidenceinme。’HerepeatedgentlyinRussianthephrasehehadsaidinBetsy’spresenceinFrench，andsatdownbesideher。WhenhespoketoherinRussian，usingtheRussian`thou’ofintimacyandaffection，itwasinsufferablyirritatingtoAnna。`AndIamverygratefulforyourdecision。I，too，imaginethatsinceheisgoingaway，thereisnosortofnecessityforCountVronskytocomehere。However，if……’
　　`ButI’vesaidsoalready，sowhyrepeatit？’Annasuddenlyinterruptedhim，withanirritationshecouldnotsucceedinrepressing。`Nosortofnecessity，’shethought，`foramantocomeandsaygood-bytothewomanheloves，forwhomhewasreadytoruinhimself，andhasruinedhimself，andwhocannotlivewithouthim。Nosortofnecessity！’Shecompressedherlips，anddroppedherburningeyestohishandswiththeirswollenveins。Theywereslowlyrubbingeachother。`Letusneverspeakofit，’sheaddedmorecalmly。
　　`Ihaveleftthisquestiontoyoutodecide，andIamverygladtosee……’AlexeiAlexandrovichwasbeginning。
　　`Thatmywishcoincideswithyourown，’shefinishedquickly，exasperatedathistalkingsoslowlywhilesheknewbeforehandallhewouldsay。
　　`Yes，’heassented；`andPrincessTverskaia’sinterferenceinthemostdifficultprivateaffairsisutterlyuncalledfor。Sheespecially……’
　　`Idon’tbelieveawordofwhat’ssaidabouther，’saidAnnaquickly。`Iknowshereallycaresforme。’
　　AlexeiAlexandrovichsighedandsaidnothing。Sheplayednervouslywiththetasselofherdressinggown，glancingathimwiththattorturingsensationofphysicalrepulsionforwhichsheblamedherself，thoughshecouldnotcontrolit。Heronlydesirenowwastoberidofhisrepellingpresence。
　　`Ihavejustsentforthedoctor，’saidAlexeiAlexandrovich。
　　`Iamverywell；whatdoIwantthedoctorfor？’
　　`No-thelittleonecries，andtheysaythewetnursehasn’tenoughmilk。’
　　`Whydidn’tyouletmenurseher，whenIbeggedto？Anyway’AlexeiAlexandrovichknewwhatwasmeantbythat`anyway’，`she’sababy，andthey’rekillingher。’Sherangthebellandorderedthebabytobebroughther。`Ibeggedtonurseher，Iwasn’tallowedto，andnowI’mblamedforit。’
　　`Idon’tblame……’
　　`Yes，youdoblameme！MyGod！Whydidn’tIdie！’Andshebrokeintosobs。`Forgiveme，I’mnervous，I’munjust，’shesaid，controllingherself，`butdogoaway……’
　　`No，itcan’tgoonlikethis，’AlexeiAlexandrovichsaidtohimselfresolutelyashelefthiswife’sroom。
　　Neverhadtheimpossibilityofhispositionintheworld’seyes，andhiswife’shatredofhim，and，aboveall，themightofthatmysteriousbrutalforcethatguidedhislifeagainsthisspiritualinclinationsandexactedconformitywithitsdecreesandachangeinhispresentattitudetohiswife-neverhaditbeenpresentedtohimwithsuchdistinctnessasonthatday。HesawclearlythatalltheworldandAnnaexpectedsomethingofhim，butwhatexactlyhecouldnotmakeout。Hefeltthatthiswasrousinginhissoulafeelingofangerdestructiveofhispeaceofmind，andofallthegoodofhisachievement。HebelievedthatforAnnaherselfitwouldbebettertobreakoffallrelationswithVronsky；butiftheyallthoughtthisoutofthequestion，hewasevenreadytoallowtheserelationstoberenewed，solongasthechildrenwerenotdisgraced，andhewasnotdeprivedofthemnorforcedtochangehisposition。Badasthismightbe，itwasatanyratebetterthanarupture，whichwouldputherinahopelessandshamefulposition，anddeprivehimofeverythinghecaredfor。Buthefelthelpless；heknewbeforehandthateveryonewasagainsthim，andthathewouldnotbeallowedtodowhatseemedtohimnowsonaturalandright，butwouldbeforcedtodowhatwaswrong，thoughtothemitseemedtheproperthing。
　　BeforeBetsyhadtimetowalkoutofthedrawingroom，shewasmetinthedoorwaybyStepanArkadyevich，whohadjustcomefromIelisseev’s，whereaconsignmentoffreshoystershadbeenreceived。
　　`Ah！Princess！Whatadelightfulmeeting！’hebegan。`I’vebeentoseeyou。’
　　`Ameetingforoneminute，forI’mgoing，’saidBetsy，smilingandputtingonherglove。
　　`Don’tputonyourgloveyet，Princess；letmekissyourhand。There’snothingI’msothankfultotherevivaloftheoldfashionsforaskissingthehand。’HekissedBetsy’shand。`Whenshallweseeeachother？’
　　`Youdon’tdeserveit，’answeredBetsy，smiling。
　　`Oh，yes，Ideserveagreatdeal，forI’vebecomeamostseriousperson。Inotonlymanagemyowndomesticaffairs，butotherpeople’stoo，’hesaid，withasignificantexpression。
　　`Oh，I’msoglad！’answeredBetsy，atonceunderstandingthathewasspeakingofAnna。And，goingbackintothedrawingroom，theystoodinacorner。`He’skillingher，’saidBetsyinawhisperfullofmeaning。`It’simpossible，impossible……’
　　`I’msogladyouthinkso，’saidStepanArkadyevich，shakinghisheadwithaseriousandsympatheticallydistressedexpression，`that’swhatI’vecometoPeterburgfor。’
　　`Thewholetown’stalkingofit，’shesaid。`It’sanimpossiblesituation。Shepinesandpinesaway。Hedoesn’tunderstandthatshe’soneofthosewomenwhocan’ttriflewiththeirfeelings。Oneoftwothings:eitherlethimtakeheraway，actwithenergy，orgiveheradivorce。Thisisstiflingher。’
　　`Yes，yes……justso……’Oblonskysaid，sighing。
　　`That’swhatI’vecomefor。Atleastnotsolelyforthat……I’vebeenmadeaKammerherr；ofcourse，onehastogivethanks。Butthechiefthingwashavingtosettlethis。’
　　`Well，Godhelpyou！’saidBetsy。
　　AfteraccompanyingBetsytotheoutsidehall，oncemorekissingherhandabovetheglove，atthepointwherethepulsebeats，andmurmuringtohersuchunseemlynonsensethatshedidnotknowwhethertolaughortobeangry，StepanArkadyevichwenttohissister。Hefoundherintears。
　　Althoughhehappenedtobebubblingoverwithgoodspirits，StepanArkadyevichimmediatelyandquitenaturallyfellintothesympathetic，poeticallyemotionaltonewhichharmonizedwithhermood。Heaskedherhowshewas，andhowshehadspentthemorning。
　　`Very，verymiserably。Today，andthismorning，andallpastdays，andallthedaystocome，’shesaid。
　　`Ithinkyou’regivingwaytopessimism。Youmustrouseyourself，youmustlooklifeintheface。Iknowit’shard，but……’
　　`Ihavehearditsaidthatwomenlovemenevenfortheirvices，’Annabegansuddenly，`butIhatehimforhisvirtues。Ican’tlivewithhim。Doyouunderstand？Thesightofhimhasaphysicaleffectinme-Iambesidemyselffromit。Ican’t，Ican’tlivewithhim。WhatamItodo？Ihavebeenunhappy，andusedtothinkonecouldn’tbeunhappier，buttheawfulstateofthingsIamgoingthroughnowIcouldneverhaveconceived。Wouldyoubelieveit，that，knowinghe’sagoodman，asplendidman，thatI’mnotworthhislittlefinger，Istillhatehim。Ihatehimforhisgenerosity。Andthere’snothingleftformebut……’
　　Shewouldhavesaid`death，’butStepanArkadyevichwouldnotletherfinish。
　　`Youareillandoverwrought，’hesaid；`believeme，you’reexaggeratingdreadfully。There’snothingsoterribleinit。’
　　AndStepanArkadyevichsmiled。NooneelseinStepanArkadyevich’splace，havingtodowithsuchdespair，wouldhaveventuredtosmilethesmilewouldhaveseemedbrutal；butinhissmiletherewassomuchofsweetnessandalmostfemininetendernessthathissmiledidnotwound，butsoftenedandsoothed。Hisgentle，soothingwordsandsmileswereassoothingandsofteningasalmondoil。AndAnnasoonfeltthis。
　　`No，Stiva，’shesaid，`I’mlost，lost！Worsethanlost！Ican’tsayyetthatallisover；onthecontrary，Ifeelthatit’snotover。I’manoverstrainedcordthatmustsnap。Butit’snotendedyet……Anditwillhaveafearfulend。’
　　`Nomatter，wemustletthecordbeloosened，littlebylittle。There’snopositionfromwhichthereisnowayofescape。’
　　`Ihavethought，andthought。Onlyone……’
　　Againheknewfromherterrifiedeyesthatthisonewayofescapeinherthoughtwasdeath，andhewouldnotlethersayit。
　　`Notatall，’hesaid。`Listentome。Youcan’tseeyourownpositionasIcan。Letmetellyoucandidlymyopinion。’Againhesmileddiscreetlyhisalmond-oilsmile。`I’llbeginfromthebeginning。Youmarriedamantwentyyearsolderthanyourself。Youmarriedhimwithoutloveandnotknowingwhatlovewas。Itwasamistake，let’sadmit。’
　　`Afearfulmistake！’saidAnna。
　　`But，Irepeat，it’sanaccomplishedfact。Thenyouhad，letussay，themisfortunetoloveamannotyourhusband。Thatwasamisfortune；butthat，too，isanaccomplishedfact。Andyourhusbandknewitandforgaveit。’Hestoppedateachsentence，waitingforhertoobject，butshemadenoanswer。`That’sthat。Nowthequestionis:Canyougoonlivingwithyourhusband？Doyouwishit？Doeshewishit？’
　　`Iknownothing，nothing。’
　　`Butyousaidyourselfthatyoucan’tendurehim。’
　　`No，Ididn’tsayso。Idenyit。Idon’tknowanything，Idon’tunderstandanything。’
　　`Yes，butlet……’
　　`Youcan’tunderstand。IfeelI’mlyingheaddownwardinasortofpit，butIoughtnottosavemyself。AndIcan’t……’
　　`Nevermind，we’llslipsomethingunderyouandpullyouout。Iunderstandyou:Iunderstandthatyoucan’ttakeitonyourselftoexpressyourwishes，yourfeelings。’
　　`There’snothing，nothingIwish……exceptforittobeallover。’
　　`Butheseesthisandknowsit。Anddoyousupposeitweighsonhimanylessthanonyou？You’rewretched，he’swretched，andwhatgoodcancomeofit？Whiledivorcewouldsolvethewholedifficulty。’WithsomeeffortStepanArkadyevichbroughtouthiscentralidea，andlookedsignificantlyather。
　　Shesaidnothing，andshookhercroppedheadindissent。Butfromthelookinherface，thatsuddenlybrightenedintoitsformerbeauty，hesawthatifshedidnotdesirethis，itwassimplybecauseitseemedtoheranunattainablehappiness。
　　`I’mawfullysorryforyouboth！AndhowhappyIshouldbeifIcouldarrangethings！’saidStepanArkadyevich，smilingmoreboldly。`Don’tspeak，don’tsayaword！GodgrantonlythatImayspeakasIfeel。I’mgoingtohim。’
　　Annalookedathimwithdreamy，shiningeyes，andsaidnothing。