`Hehasgone！Itistheend！’Annasaidtoherself，standingatthewindow；andinanswertothisquestiontheimpressionofthedarknesswhenthecandlehadflickeredoutandofherfearfuldream，minglingintoone，filledherheartwithcoldterror。
　　`No，thatcannotbe！’shecried，andcrossingtheroomsherangthebell。Shewasafraidnowofbeingalone，that，withoutwaitingfortheservanttocomein，shewentouttomeethim。
　　`InquirewheretheCounthasgone，’shesaid。
　　TheservantansweredthattheCounthadgonetothestable。
　　`HisHonorleftwordthatifyoucaredtodriveout，thecarriagewouldbebackimmediately。’
　　`Verygood。Waitaminute。I’llwriteanoteatonce。SendMikhailwiththenotetothestables。Makehaste。’
　　Shesatdownandwrote:
　　`Iwaswrong。Comebackhome；Imustexplain。ForGod’ssakecome！I’mafraid。’
　　Shesealeditupandgaveittotheservant。
　　Shewasafraidofbeingleftalonenow；shefollowedtheservantoutoftheroom，andwenttothenursery。
　　`Why，thisisn’tit-thisisn’the！Wherearehisblueeyes，hissweet，shysmile？’washerfirstthoughtwhenshesawherchubby，rosylittlegirl，withherblack，curlyhair，insteadofSeriozha，whominthetangleofherideasshehadexpectedtoseeinthenursery。Thelittlegirlsittingatthetablewasobstinatelyandviolentlybatteringonitwithacork，andstaringaimlesslyathermotherwithherpitch-blackeyes。AnsweringtheEnglishnursethatshewasquitewell，andthatshewasgoingtothecountrytomorrow，Annasatdownbythelittlegirlandbeganspinningthecorktoshowher。Butthechild’sloud，ringinglaugh，andthemotionofhereyebrows，recalledVronskysovividlythatshegotuphurriedly，restraininghersobs，andwentaway。`Canitbeallover？No，itcannotbe！’shethought。`Hewillcomeback。Buthowcanheexplainthatsmile，thatexcitementafterhehadbeentalkingtoher？Butevenifhedoesn’texplain，Iwillbelieve。IfIdon’tbelieve，there’sonlyonethingleftforme……andIcan’tdoit。’
　　Shelookedatherwatch。Twentyminuteshadpassed。`Bynowhehasreceivedthenoteandiscomingback。Notlong，tenminutesmore……Butwhatifhedoesn’tcome？No，thatcannotbe。Hemustn’tseemewithtear-stainedeyes。I’llgoandwash。Yes，yes；didIdomyhairornot？’sheaskedherself。Andshecouldnotremember。Shefeltherheadwithherhand。`Yes，myhairhasbeendone，butwhenIdiditIcan’tintheleastremember。’Shecouldnotbelievetheevidenceofherhand，andwentuptothepierglasstoseewhethershereallyhaddoneherhair。Shecertainlyhad，butshecouldnotthinkwhenshehaddoneit。`Who’sthat？’shethought，lookinginthelookingglassattheswollenfacewithstrangelyglitteringeyes，thatlookedinascaredwayather。`Why，it’sI！’shesuddenlyunderstood，and，lookinground，sheseemedallatoncetofeelhiskissesonher，andtwitchedhershoulders，shuddering。Thensheliftedherhandtoherlipsandkissedit。
　　`Whatisit？Why，I’mgoingoutofmymind！’Andshewentintoherbedroom，whereAnnushkawastidyingtheroom。
　　`Annushka，’shesaid，comingtoastandstillbeforeher，andshestaredatthemaid，notknowingwhattosaytoher。
　　`YoumeanttogoandseeDaryaAlexandrovna，’saidthemaid，asthoughsheunderstood。
　　`DaryaAlexandrovna？Yes，I’llgo。’
　　`Fifteenminutesthere，fifteenminutesback。He’scoming，he’llbeheresoon。’Shetookoutherwatchandlookedatit。`Buthowcouldhegoaway，leavingmeinsuchastate？Howcanhelive，withoutmakingitupwithme？’Shewenttothewindowandbeganlookingintothestreet。Judgingbythetime，hemightbebacknow。Buthercalculationsmightbewrong，andshebeganoncemoretorecallwhenhehadstartedandtocounttheminutes。
　　Atthemomentwhenshehadmovedawaytothebigclocktocompareitwithherwatch，someonedroveup。Glancingoutofthewindow，shesawhiscarriage。Butnoonecameupstairs，andvoicescouldbeheardbelow。Itwasthemessengerwhohadcomebackinthecarriage。Shewentdowntohim。
　　`Wedidn’tcatchtheCount。TheCounthaddrivenoffontheNizhny-Novgorodline。’
　　`Whatdoyousay？What！……’shesaidtotherosy，good-humoredMikhail，ashehandedherbackhernote。
　　`Why，then，hehasneverreceivedit！’shethought。
　　`GowiththisnotetoCountessVronsky’splaceinthecountry-doyouknowwhereitis？Andbringananswerbackimmediately，’shesaidtothemessenger。
　　`AndI-whatamIgoingtodo？’shethought。`Yes，I’mgoingtoDolly’s-that’sbest，orelseIshallgooutofmymind。Yes，andIcantelegraph，too。’Andshewroteatelegram:
　　`Iabsolutelymusttalktoyou；comeatonce。’
　　Aftersendingoffthetelegram，shewenttodress。Whenshewasdressedandinherhat，sheglancedagainintotheeyesoftheplump，comfortable-lookingAnnushka。Therewasunmistakablesympathyinthosegood-naturedlittlegrayeyes。
　　`Annushka，dear，whatamItodo？’saidAnna，sobbingandsinkinghelplesslyintoachair。
　　`Whyfretyourselfso，AnnaArkadyevna？Why，there’snothingoutoftheway。Youdriveoutalittle，andit’llcheeryouup，’saidthemaid。
　　`Yes，I’mgoing，’saidAnna，rousingherselfandgettingup。`Andifthere’satelegramwhileI’maway，senditontoDaryaAlexandrovna’s……Butno，Ishallbebackmyself。’
　　`Yes，Imustn’tthink；Imustdosomething，drivesomewhere，and，mostofall，getoutofthishouse，’shesaid，feelingwithterrorthestrangeturmoilgoingoninherownheart，andshemadehastetogoout，andgetintothecarriage。
　　`Whereto？’askedPiotrbeforegettingonthebox。
　　`TheZnamenka-theOblonskys’。’
　　Itwasbrightandsunny。Afinerainhadbeenfallingallthemorning，andnowithadnotlongclearedup。Theironroofs，theflagsofthesidewalks，thecobblesofthepavements，thewheelsandleather，thebrassandthetinplateofthecarriages-allglistenedbrightlyintheMaysunshine。Itwasthreeo’clock，andtheveryliveliesttimeinthestreets。
　　Asshesatinacornerofthecomfortablecarriagethathardlyswayedonitssupplesprings，whilethegraystrottedswiftly，inthemidstoftheunceasingrattleofwheelsandthechangingimpressionsinthepureair，Annaranovertheeventsofthelastdays，andshesawherpositionquitedifferentlyfromwhatithadseemedathome。Nowthethoughtofdeathseemednolongersoterribleandsocleartoher，anddeathitselfnolongerseemedsoinevitable。Nowsheblamedherselfforthehumiliationtowhichshehadloweredherself。`Ientreathimtoforgiveme。Ihavegivenintohim。Ihaveownedmyselfinfault。Whatfor？Can’tIlivewithouthim？’Andleavingunansweredthequestionhowshewasgoingtolivewithouthim，shefelltoreadingthesignsontheshops。`Officeandwarehouse。Dentalsurgeon。Yes，I’lltellDollyallaboutit。Shedoesn’tlikeVronsky。Ishallbesickandashamed，butI’lltellhereverything。Shelovesme，andI’llfollowheradvice。Iwon’tgiveintohim；Iwon’tlethimtrainmeashepleases。Filippov，``Kalaches。’TheysayhesendshisdoughtoPeterburg。TheMoscowwaterissogoodforit。AndthewellsatMitishchy，andthepancakes。’Andsherememberedhow，long，longago，whenshewasagirlofseventeen，shehadgonewithheraunttoTroitsa。`Byhorsesatthattime。Wasthatreallyme，withredhands？Howmuchofthatwhichseemedtomethensplendidandoutofreachhasbecomeworthless，whilewhatIhadthenhasgoneoutofmyreachforever！CouldIeverhavebelievedthenthatIcouldcometosuchhumiliation？Howproudandsatisfiedhewillbewhenhegetsmynote！ButIwillshowhim……Howhorridthatpaintsmells！Whyisitthey’realwayspaintingandbuilding？Modesetrobes！’sheread。Amanbowedtoher。ItwasAnnushka’shusband。`Ourparasites，’-sherememberedhowVronskyhadsaidthat。`Our？Whyour？What’ssoawfulisthatonecan’ttearupthepastbyitsroots。Onecan’ttearitout，butonecanhideone’smemoryofit。AndI’llhideit。’AndthenshethoughtofherpastwithAlexeiAlexandrovich，ofhowshehadblotteditoutofhermemory。`DollywillthinkI’mleavingmysecondhusband，andsoIcertainlymustbeinthewrong。AsifIcaredtoberight！Ican’thelpit！’shesaid，andshewantedtocry。Butatonceshefelltowonderingwhatthosetwogirlscouldbesmilingabout。`Love，mostlikely。Theydon’tknowhowdrearyitis，howlow……Theboulevardandthechildren。Threeboysrunning，playingathorses。Seriozha！AndI’mlosingeverythingandnotgettinghimback。Yes，I’mlosingeverything，ifhedoesn’treturn。Perhapshewaslateforthetrainandhascomebackbynow。Longingforhumiliationagain！’shesaidtoherself。`No，I’llgotoDolly，andsaystraightouttoher:I’munhappy，Ideservethis，I’mtoblame，butstillI’munhappy，helpme。Thesehorses，thiscarriage-howloathsomeIamtomyselfinthiscarriage-allhis；butIwon’tseethemagain。’
　　ThinkingoverthewordsinwhichshewouldtellDolly，andintentionallyworkingherheartuptogreatbitterness，Annawentupstairs。
　　`Isthereanyonewithher？’sheaskedinthehall。
　　`KaterinaAlexandrovnaLevina，’answeredthefootman。
　　`Kitty！Kitty，whomVronskywasinlovewith！’thoughtAnna。`Thegirlhethinksofwithlove。He’ssorryhedidn’tmarryher。Butmehethinksofwithhatred，andissorryhehadanythingtodowithme。’
　　ThesisterswerehavingaconsultationaboutnursingwhenAnnacalled。Dollywentdownalonetoseethevisitorwhohadinterruptedtheirconversation。
　　`Well，soyou’venotgoneawayyet？Imeanttohavecometoyou，’shesaid；`IhadaletterfromStivatoday。’
　　`Wehadatelegramtoo，’answeredAnna，lookingroundforKitty。
　　`Hewritesthathecan’tmakeoutquitewhatAlexeiAlexandrovichwants，buthewon’tgoawaywithoutadecisiveanswer。’
　　`Ithoughtyouhadsomeonewithyou。CanIseetheletter？’
　　`Yes-it’sKitty，’saidDolly，embarrassed。`Shestayedinthenursery。Shehasbeenveryill。’
　　`SoIheard。MayIseetheletter？’
　　`I’llgetitdirectly。Buthedoesn’trefuse；onthecontrary，Stivahashopes，’saidDolly，stoppinginthedoorway。
　　`Ihaven’t，andindeedIdon’twishit，’saidAnna。
　　`What’sthis？DoesKittyconsideritdegradingtomeetme？’thoughtAnnawhenshewasalone。`Perhapsshe’sright，too。Butit’snotforher，thegirlwhowasinlovewithVronsky，it’snotforhertoshowmethat，evenifitistrue。IknowthatinmypositionIcan’tbereceivedbyanydecentwoman。IknewthatfromthefirstmomentIsacrificedeverythingtohim。Andthisismyreward！Oh，howIhatehim！AndwhatdidIcomeherefor？I’mworsehere，moremiserable。’Sheheardfromthenextroomthesisters’voicesinconsultation。`AndwhatamIgoingtosaytoDollynow？AmuseKittybythesightofmywretchedness，submittoherpatronizing？No；andbesides，Dollywouldn’tunderstand。Anditwouldbenogoodmytellingher。ItwouldonlybeinterestingtoseeKitty，toshowherhowIdespiseeveryoneandeverything，hownothingmatterstomenow。’
　　Dollycameinwiththeletter。Annareaditandhandeditbackinsilence。
　　`Iknewallthat，’shesaid，`anditdoesn’tinterestmeintheleast。’
　　`Oh，whyso？Onthecontrary，Ihavehopes，’saidDolly，lookinginquisitivelyatAnna。Shehadneverseenherinsuchastrangelyirritablecondition。`Whenareyougoingaway？’sheasked。
　　Anna，half-closinghereyes，lookedstraightbeforeheranddidnotanswer。
　　`WhydoesKittyshrinkfromme？’shesaid，lookingatthedoorandflushingred。
　　`Oh，whatnonsense！She’snursing，andthingsaren’tgoingrightwithher，andI’vebeenadvisingher……She’sdelighted。She’llbehereinaminute，’saidDollyawkwardly，notcleveratlying。`Yes，heresheis。’
　　HearingthatAnnahadcalled，Kittyhadwantednottoappear，butDollypersuadedher。Rallyingherforces，Kittywentin，walkeduptoher，blushing，andshookhands。
　　`Iamsogladtoseeyou，’shesaidwithatremblingvoice。
　　Kittyhadbeenthrownintoconfusionbytheinwardconflictbetweenherantagonismtothisbadwomanandherdesiretobekindtoher。ButassoonasshesawAnna’slovelyandattractiveface，allfeelingofantagonismdisappeared。
　　`Ishouldnothavebeensurprisedifyouhadnotcaredtomeetme。I’musedtoeverything。Youhavebeenill？Yes，youarechanged，’saidAnna。
　　KittyfeltthatAnnawaslookingatherwithhostileeyes。SheascribedthishostilitytotheawkwardpositioninwhichAnna，whohadoncepatronizedher，mustfeelwithhernow，andshefeltsorryforher。
　　TheytalkedofKitty’sillness，ofthebaby，ofStiva，butitwasobviousthatnothinginterestedAnna。
　　`Icametosaygood-bytoyou，’shesaid，gettingup。
　　`Oh，whenareyougoing？’
　　Butagainnotanswering，AnnaturnedtoKitty。
　　`Yes，Iamverygladtohaveseenyou，’shesaidwithasmile。`Ihaveheardsomuchofyoufromeveryone，evenfromyourhusband。Hecametoseeme，andIlikedhimverymuch，’shesaid，unmistakablywithmaliciousintent。`Whereishe？’
　　`Hehasgonebacktothecountry，’saidKitty，blushing。
　　`Remembermetohim-besureyoudo。’
　　`I’llbesureto！’Kittysaidna？vely，lookingcompassionatelyintohereyes。
　　`Good-by，then，Dolly。’AndkissingDollyandshakinghandswithKitty，Annawentouthurriedly。
　　`She’sjustthesameandjustascharming！She’sverylovely！’saidKitty，whenshewasalonewithhersister。`Butthere’ssomethingpiteousabouther。Awfullypiteous！’
　　`Yes，there’ssomethingunusualabouthertoday，’saidDolly。`WhenIwentwithherintothehall，Ifanciedshewasalmostcrying。’
　　Annagotintothecarriageagaininanevenworseframeofmindthanwhenshesetoutfromhome。Toherprevioustortureswasaddednowthatsenseofmortificationandofbeinganoutcast，whichshehadfeltsodistinctlyonmeetingKitty。
　　`Whereto？Home？’askedPiotr。
　　`Yes，home，’shesaid，noteventhinkingnowwhereshewasgoing。
　　`Howtheylookedatmeassomethingdreadful，incomprehensible，andcurious！Whatcanhebetellingtheotherwithsuchwarmth？’shethought，staringattwomenwhowalkedby。`Canoneevertellanyonewhatoneisfeeling？ImeanttotellDolly，andit’sagoodthingIdidn’ttellher。Howpleasedshewouldhavebeenatmymisery！Shewouldhaveconcealedit，butherchieffeelingwouldhavebeendelightatmybeingpunishedforthehappinesssheenviedmefor。Kitty-shewouldhavebeenevenmorepleased。HowIcanseethroughher！SheknowsIwasmorethanusuallykindtoherhusband。Andshe’sjealousandhatesme。Andshedespisesme。InhereyesI’manimmoralwoman。IfIwereanimmoralwomanIcouldhavemadeherhusbandfallinlovewithme……IfI’dcaredto。And，indeed，Ididcareto。There’ssomeonewho’spleasedwithhimself，’shethought，asshesawafat，rubicundgentlemancomingtowardher。Hetookherforanacquaintance，andliftedhisglossyhatabovehisbald，glossyhead，andthenperceivedhismistake。`Hethoughtheknewme。Well，heknowsmeaswellasanyoneintheworldknowsme。Idon’tknowmyself。Iknowmyappetites，astheFrenchsay。Theywantthathokey-pokey，thattheydoknowforcertain，’shethought，lookingattwoboysstoppinganice-creamseller，whotookabarreloffhisheadandbeganwipinghisperspiringfacewithatowel。`Weallwantwhatissweetandtastesgood。Iftherearenosweetmeats，thenahokey-pokeywilldo。AndKitty’sthesame-ifnotVronsky，thenLevin。Andsheenviesme。Andhatesme。Andweallhateeachother。IKitty-Kittyme。Yes，that’sthetruth。Tiutkin，coiffeur……JemefaiscoifferparTiutkin……I’lltellhimthatwhenhecomes，’shethoughtandsmiled。Butthesameinstantsherememberedthatshehadnoonenowtotellanythingamusingto。`Andthere’snothingamusing，nothingmirthful，really。It’sallhateful。Vesperbells-andhowcarefullythatmerchantcrosseshimself！Asifhewereafraidofmissingsomething。Whythesechurches，andthesebells，andthishumbug？Simplytoconcealthatweallhateeachotherlikethesecabdrivers，whoareabusingeachothersoangrily。Iashvinsays，``Hewantstostripmeofmyshirt，andIwishhimthesame。’Yes，that’sthetruth！’
　　Shewasplungedinthesethoughts，whichsoengrossedherthatsheleftoffthinkingofherownposition，whenthecarriagedrewupatthestepsofherhouse。Itwasonlywhenshesawtheporterrunningouttomeetherthatsherememberedshehadsentthenoteandthetelegram。
　　`Isthereanyanswer？’sheinquired。
　　`I’llseethisminute，’answeredtheporter，and，glancingintohisroom，hetookoutandgaveherthethinsquareenvelopeofatelegram。`Ican’tcomebeforeteno’clock-Vronsky，’sheread。
　　`Andhasn’tthemessengercomeback？’
　　`No，’answeredtheporter。
　　`Then，sinceit’sso，IknowwhatImustdo，’shesaid，andfeelingavaguefuryandcravingforrevengerisingupwithinher，sheranupstairs。`I’llgotohimmyself。Beforegoingawayforever，I’lltellhimall。NeverhaveIhatedanyoneasIhatethatman！’shethought。Seeinghishatontherack，sheshudderedwithaversion。Shedidnotconsiderthatthistelegramwasananswertohertelegramandthathehadnotyetreceivedhernote。ShepicturedhimtoherselfastalkingcalmlytohismotherandPrincessSorokina，andrejoicingathersufferings。`Yes，Imustgoquickly，’shesaid，notknowingyetwhereshewasgoing。Shelongedtogetawayasquicklyaspossiblefromthefeelingsshehadgonethroughinthatawfulhouse。Theservants，thewalls，thethingsinthathouse-allarousedrepulsionandhatredinherandlaylikeaweightuponher。
　　`Yes，Imustgototherailwaystation，andifhe’snotthere，thengothereandcatchhim。’Annalookedattherailwaytimetableinthenewspapers。Aneveningtrainwentattwominutespasteight。`Yes，Ishallbeintime。’Shegaveordersfortheotherhorsestobeputinthecarriage，andpackedinatravelingbagthethingsneededforafewdays。Sheknewshewouldnevercomebackhereagain。
　　AmongtheplansthatcameintoherheadshevaguelydeterminedthatafterwhatwouldhappenatthestationorattheCountess’shouse，shewouldgoasfarasthefirsttownontheNizhny-Novgorodrailwayandstopthere。
　　Dinnerwasonthetable；shewentup，butthesmellofthebreadandcheesewasenoughtomakeherfeelthatallfoodwasdisgusting。Sheorderedthecarriageandwentout。Thehousethrewashadownowrightacrossthestreet，butitwasabrighteveningandstillwarminthesunshine。Annushka，whocamedownwithherthings，andPiotr，whoputthethingsinthecarriage，andthecoachman，evidentlyoutofhumor，wereallhatefultoher，andirritatedherbytheirwordsandactions。
　　`Idon’twantyou，Piotr。’
　　`Buthowabouttheticket？’
　　`Well，asyoulike，itdoesn’tmatter，’shesaidcrossly。
　　Piotrjumpedonthebox，andputtinghisarmsakimbo，toldthecoachmantodrivetothestation。
　　`Hereitisagain！AgainIunderstanditall！’Annasaidtoherself，assoonasthecarriagehadstartedandswayinglightly，rumbledoverthesmallcobblesofthepavedroad，andagainoneimpressionfollowedrapidlyuponanother。
　　`Yes；whatwasthelastthingIthoughtofsoclearly？’shetriedtorecall。`Tiutkin，coiffeur？-No，notthat。Yes，ofwhatIashvinsays，thestruggleforexistenceandhatredisallthatholdsmentogether。No，it’sauselessjourneyyou’remaking，’shesaid，mentallyaddressingapartyinacoachandfour，evidentlygoingforanexcursionintothecountry。`Andthedogyou’retakingwithyouwillbenohelptoyou。Youcan’tgetawayfromyourselves。’TurninghereyesinthedirectionPiotrhadturnedtolook，shesawafactoryhandalmostdead-drunk，withhanginghead，beingledawaybyapoliceman。`Come，he’sfoundaquickerway，’shethought。`CountVronskyandIdidnotfindthathappinesseither，thoughweexpectedsomuchfromit。’AndnowforthefirsttimeAnnaturnedthatglaringlightinwhichshewasseeingeverythingonherrelationswithhim，whichshehadhithertoavoidedthinkingabout。`Whatwasithesoughtinme？Notlovesomuchasthesatisfactionofvanity。’Sherememberedhiswords，theexpressionofhisface，thatrecalledasubmissivesetterdog，intheearlydaysoftheirconnection。Andeverythingnowconfirmedthis。`Yes，therewasthetriumphofvanityinhim。Ofcoursetherewaslovetoo，butthechiefelementwastheprideofsuccess。Heboastedofme。Nowthat’sover。There’snothingtobeproudof。Nottobeproudof，buttobeashamedof。Hehastakenfrommeallhecould，andnowIamnousetohim。Heiswearyofmeandistryingnottobedishonorableinhisbehaviortome。Heletthatoutyesterday-hewantsdivorceandmarriagesoastoburnhisships。Helovesme，buthow？Thezestisgone，astheEnglishsay。Thatfellowwantseveryonetoadmirehimandisverymuchpleasedwithhimself，’shethought，lookingatared-facedclerk，ridingonariding-schoolhorse。`Yes，there’snotthesamezestaboutmeforhimnow。IfIgoawayfromhim，atthebottomofhishearthewillbeglad。’
　　Thiswasnotmeresupposition，shesawitdistinctlyinthepiercinglightwhichrevealedtohernowthemeaningoflifeandhumanrelations。
　　`Mylovekeepsgrowingmorepassionateandegoistic，whilehisiswaningandwaning，andthat’swhywe’redriftingapart。’Shewentonmusing。`Andthere’snohelpforit。Heiseverythingforme，andIwanthimmoreandmoretogivehimselfuptomeentirely。Andhewantsmoreandmoretogetawayfromme。Precisely:wewenttomeetoneanotheruptothetimeofourliaison，andsincethenwehavebeenirresistiblydriftingindifferentdirections。Andthere’snoalteringthat。HetellsmeI’minsanelyjealous，andIhavetoldmyselfthatIaminsanelyjealous；butit’snottrue。I’mnotjealous，butI’munsatisfied。But……’sheopenedherlips，andshiftedherplaceinthecarriageintheexcitement，arousedbythethoughtthatsuddenlystruckher。`IfIcouldbeanythingbutamistress，passionatelycaringfornothingbuthiscaresses；butIcan’t，andIdon’tcaretobeanythingelse。AndbythatdesireIrouseaversioninhim，andherousesfuryinme，anditcannotbedifferent。Don’tIknowthathewouldn’tdeceiveme，thathehasnoschemesaboutPrincessSorokina，thathe’snotinlovewithKitty，thathewon’tdesertme！Iknowallthat，butitmakesitnobetterforme。Ifwithoutlovingme，fromduty，he’llbegoodandkindtome，withoutwhatIwant-that’sathousandtimesworsethanunkindness！That’shell！Andthat’sjusthowitis。Foralongwhilenowhehasn’tlovedme。Andwhereloveends，hatebegins。Idon’tknowthesestreetsatall。Hills，apparently，andstillhouses，andhouses……Andinthehousesalwayspeopleandpeople……Howmanyofthem-noend，andallhatingeachother！Come，letmetryandthinkwhatIwanttomakemehappy。Well？SupposeIamdivorced，andAlexeiAlexandrovichletsmehaveSeriozha，andImarryVronsky。’ThinkingofAlexeiAlexandrovich，sheatoncepicturedhimwithextraordinaryvividnessasthoughhewerealivebeforeher，withhismild，lifeless，dulleyes，theblueveinsonhiswhitehands，hisintonations，andthecrackingofhisfingers，andrememberingthefeelingwhichhadexistedbetweenthem，andwhichwasalsocalledlove，sheshudderedwithloathing。`Well，I’mdivorced，andbecomeVronsky’swife。Well，willKittyceaselookingatmeasshelookedatmetoday？No。AndwillSeriozhaleaveoffaskingandwonderingaboutmytwohusbands？AndisthereanynewfeelingIcanawakenbetweenVronskyandme？Istherepossible，ifnothappiness，somesortofeasefrommisery？No，no！’sheanswerednowwithouttheslightesthesitation。`Impossible！Wearedrawnapartbylife，andImakehisunhappiness，andhemine，andthere’snoalteringhimorme。Everyattempthasbeenmade，thescrewhascomeunscrewed。Oh，abeggarwomanwithababy。ShethinksI’msorryforher。Aren’tweallflungintotheworldonlytohateeachother，andsototortureourselvesandeachother？Schoolboyscoming-laughing-Seriozha？’shethought。`Ithought，too，thatIlovedhim，andusedtobetouchedbymyowntenderness。ButIhavelivedwithouthim，Igavehimupforanotherlove，anddidnotregrettheexchangetillthatlovewassatisfied。’Andwithloathingshethoughtofwhatshemeantbythatlove。Andtheclearnesswithwhichshesawlifenow，herownandallmen’swasapleasuretoher。`It’ssowithmeandPiotr，andFiodorthecoachman，andthatmerchant，andallthepeoplelivingalongtheVolga，wherethoseplacardsinviteonetogo，andeverywhereandalways，’shethoughtwhenshehaddrivenunderthelow-pitchedroofoftheNizhny-Novgorodstationandtheportersrantomeether。
　　`AtickettoObiralovka？’saidPiotr。
　　Shehadutterlyforgottenwhereandwhyshewasgoing，andonlybyagreateffortsheunderstoodthequestion。
　　`Yes，’shesaid，handinghimherpurse，and，takingalittleredbaginherhand，shegotoutofthecarriage。
　　Makingherwaythroughthecrowdtothefirst-classwaitingroom，shegraduallyrecollectedallthedetailsofherposition，andtheplansbetweenwhichshewashesitating。Andagainattheoldsoreplaces，hopeandthendespairscrapedthewoundsofhertortured，fearfullythrobbingheart。Asshesatonthestar-shapedsofawaitingforthetrain，shegazedwithaversionatthepeoplecomingandgoingtheywereallhatefultoher，andthoughthowshewouldarriveatthestation，wouldwritehimanote，andwhatshewouldwritetohim，andhowhewasatthismomentcomplainingtohismotherofhisposition，notunderstandinghersufferings，andhowshewouldgointotheroom，andwhatshewouldsaytohim。Thenshethoughtthatlifemightstillbehappy，andhowmiserablyshelovedandhatedhim，andhowfearfullyherheartwasbeating。
　　Abellrang，someyoungmen，uglyandimpudent，andatthesametimecarefuloftheimpressiontheyweremaking，hurriedby。Piotr，too，crossedtheroominhisliveryandspatterdasheswithhisdull，brutishface，andcameuptohertotakehertothetrain。Thenoisyyoungmenwerequietasshepassedthemontheplatform，andonewhisperedsomethingabouthertoanother-somethingvile，nodoubt。Shesteppeduponthehighstep，andsatdowninacarriagebyherselfonadirtyspringseatthathadoncebeenwhite。Herbaglaybesideher，shakenupanddownbythespringinessoftheseat。WithafoolishsmilePiotrraisedhishat，withitsgalloonedband，atthewindow，intokenoffarewell；animpudentconductorslammedthedoorandthelatch。Agrotesque-lookingladywearingabustleAnnamentallyundressedthewoman，andwasappalledatherhideousness，andalittlegirllaughingaffectedly，randowntheplatform。
　　`KaterinaAndreevna，she’sgotthemall，matante！’criedthegirl。
　　`Eventhechild’shideousandaffected，’thoughtAnna。Toavoidseeinganyone，shegotupquicklyandseatedherselfattheoppositewindowoftheemptycarriage。Amisshapen-lookingpeasantcoveredwithdirt，inacapfromwhichhistangledhairstuckoutallaround，passedbythatwindow，stoopingdowntothecarriagewheels。`There’ssomethingfamiliaraboutthathideouspeasant，’thoughtAnna。Andrememberingherdream，shemovedawaytotheoppositedoor，shakingwithterror。Theconductoropenedthedoorandletinamanandhiswife。
　　`Doyouwishtogetout？’
　　Annamadenoanswer。Theconductorandhertwofellowpassengersdidnotnoticeunderherveilherpanic-strickenface。Shewentbacktohercornerandsatdown。Thecoupleseatedthemselvesontheoppositeside，andintentlybutsurreptitiouslyscrutinizedherclothes。BothhusbandandwifeseemedrepulsivetoAnna。Thehusbandaskedifshewouldallowhimtosmoke，obviouslynotwithaviewtosmoking，buttogettingintoconversationwithher。Receivingherassent，hesaidtohiswifeinFrenchsomethingaboutcaringlesstosmokethantotalk。Theymadeinaneandaffectedremarkstooneanother，entirelyforherbenefit。Annasawclearlythattheyweresickofeachother，andhatedeachother。Andnoonecouldhavehelpedhatingsuchmiserablemonstrosities。
　　Asecondbellsounded，andwasfollowedbymovingofluggage，noise，shoutingandlaughter。ItwassocleartoAnnathattherewasnothingforanyonetobegladof，thatthislaughterirritatedheragonizingly，andshewouldhavelikedtostopupherearsnottohearit。Atlastthethirdbellrang，therewasawhistleandahissofsteam，andaclankofchains，andthemaninhercarriagecrossedhimself。`Itwouldbeinterestingtoaskhimwhatmeaningheattachestothat，’thoughtAnna，lookingangrilyathim。Shelookedpasttheladyoutofthewindowatthepeoplewhoseemedwhirlingby，astheyranbesidethetrainorstoodontheplatform。Thetrain，jerkingatregularintervalsatthejunctionsoftherails，rolledbytheplatform，pastastonewall，asignalbox，pastothertrains；thewheels，movingmoresmoothlyandevenly，resoundedwithaslightclangontherails。Thewindowwaslightedupbythebrighteveningsun，andaslightbreezeflutteredthecurtain。Annaforgotherfellowpassengers，andtothelightswayingofthetrainshefelltothinkingagain，asshebreathedthefreshair。
　　`Yes，whatdidIstopat？ThatIcouldn’tfindaconditioninwhichlifewouldnotbeamisery，thatweareallcreatedtobemiserable，andthatweallknowit，andallinventmeansofdeceivingeachother。Andwhenoneseesthetruth，whatisonetodo？’
　　`That’swhyreasonisgiventoman，toescapefromwhatworrieshim，’saidtheladyinFrench，lispingaffectedly，andobviouslypleasedwithherphrase。
　　ThewordsseemedananswertoAnna’sthoughts。
　　`Toescapefromwhatworrieshim，’repeatedAnna。Andglancingatthered-cheekedhusbandandthethinwife，shesawthatthesicklywifeconsideredherselfmisunderstood，andthehusbanddeceivedherandencouragedherinthatideaofherself。Annaseemedtoseealltheirhistoryandallthecranniesoftheirsouls，turningalightuponthem，asitwere。Buttherewasnothinginterestinginthem，andshepursuedherthought。
　　`Yes，I’mverymuchworried，andthat’swhyreasonwasgivenme，toescape；sothen，onemustescape:whynotputoutthelightwhenthere’snothingmoretolookat，whenit’ssickeningtolookatitall？Buthow？Whydidtheconductorrunalongthefootboard，whyaretheyshrieking，thoseyoungmeninthattrain？Whyaretheytalking，whyaretheylaughing？It’sallfalsehood，alllying，allhumbug，allcruelty！……’
　　Whenthetraincameintothestation，Annagotoutintothecrowdofpassengers，andmovingapartfromthemasiftheywerelepers，shestoodontheplatform，tryingtothinkwhatshehadcomeherefor，andwhatshemeanttodo。Everythingthathadseemedtoherpossiblebeforewasnowsodifficulttoconsider，especiallyinthisnoisycrowdofhideouspeoplewhowouldnotleaveheralone。Atonemomentportersranuptoherprofferingtheirservices，thenyoungmenclackingtheirheelsontheplanksoftheplatformandtalkingloudly，staredather，thenpeoplemeetingherdodgedpastonthewrongside。Rememberingthatshehadmeanttogoonfartheriftherewasnoanswer，shestoppedaporterandaskedifhercoachmanwerenotherewithanotefromCountVronsky。
　　`CountVronsky？TheysentupherefromtheVronskysjustthisminute，tomeetPrincessSorokinaandherdaughter。Andwhatisthecoachmanlike？’
　　Justasshewastalkingtotheporter，thecoachmanMikhail，redandcheerfulinhissmartbluecoatandchain，evidentlyproudofhavingsosuccessfullyperformedhiscommission，cameuptoherandgaveheraletter。Shebrokeitopen，andherheartachedbeforeshehadreadit。
　　`Iamverysorryyournotedidnotreachme。Iwillbehomeatten，’Vronskyhadwrittencarelessly。
　　`Yes，that’swhatIexpected！’shesaidtoherselfwithanevilsmile。
　　`Verygood，youcangohomenow，’shesaidsoftly，addressingMikhail。Shespokesoftlybecausetherapidityofherheart’sbeatinghinderedherbreathing。`No，Iwon’tletTheemakememiserable，’shethoughtmenacingly，addressingnothim，notherself，butthepowerthatmadehersuffer，andshewalkedalongtheplatform。
　　Twomaidservantswalkingalongtheplatformturnedtheirheads，staringatherandmakingsomeremarksaboutherdress。`Real，’theysaidofthelaceshewaswearing。Theyoungmenwouldnotleaveherinpeace。Againtheypassedby，peeringintoherface，andwithalaughshoutingsomethinginanunnaturalvoice。Thestationmastercomingupaskedherwhethershewasgoingbythetrain。Aboysellingkvassnevertookhiseyesoffher。`MyGod！WhereamItogo？’shethought，goingfartherandfartheralongtheplatform。Attheendshestopped。Someladiesandchildren，whohadcometomeetagentlemaninspectacles，pausedintheirloudlaughterandtalking，andstaredatherasshereachedthem。Shequickenedherpaceandwalkedawayfromthemtotheedgeoftheplatform。Agoodstrainwascomingin。Theplatformbegantosway，andshefanciedshewasinthetrainagain。
　　AndallatonceshethoughtofthemancrushedbythetrainthedayshehadfirstmetVronsky，andsheknewwhatshehadtodo。Witharapid，lightstepshewentdownthestepsthatledfromtheplatformtotherailsandstoppedquiteneartheapproachingtrain。Shelookedatthelowerpartofthecarriages，atthescrewsandchains，andthetallcast-ironwheelofthefirstcarriageslowlymovingup，andtriedtomeasurethemiddlebetweenthefrontandbackwheels，andtheveryminutewhenthatmiddlepointwouldbeoppositeher。
　　`There，’shesaidtoherself，lookingintotheshadowofthecarriage，atthesandandcoaldustwhichcoveredthesleepers-`there，intheverymiddle，andIwillpunishhimandescapefromeveryoneandfrommyself。’
　　Shetriedtoflingherselfbelowthewheelsofthefirstcarasitreachedher；buttheredbagwhichshetriedtodropoutofherhanddelayedher，andshewastoolate；shemissedthemiddleofthecar。Shehadtowaitforthenextone。Afeelingsuchasshehadknownwhenabouttotakethefirstplungeinbathingcameuponher，andshecrossedherself。Thatfamiliargestureofcrossingbroughtbackintohersoulawholeseriesofgirlishandchildishmemories，andsuddenlythedarknessthathadcoveredeverythingforherwastornapart，andliferoseupbeforeherforaninstantwithallitsbrightpastjoys。Butshedidnottakehereyesfromthewheelsofthesecondcar。Andexactlyatthemomentwhenthespacebetweenthewheelscameoppositeher，shedroppedtheredbag，anddrawingherheadbackintohershoulders，fellonherhandsunderthecar，andlightly，asthoughshewouldriseagainatonce，droppedontoherknees。Andatthesameinstantshewasterror-strickenatwhatshewasdoing。`WhereamI？WhatamIdoing？Whatfor？’Shetriedtogetup，todropbackward；butsomethinghugeandmercilessstruckherontheheadanddrewalongonherback。`Lord，forgivemeall！’shesaid，feelingitimpossibletostruggle。Apeasant，mutteringsomething，wasworkingattheiron。Andthecandlebywhichshehadbeenreadingthebookfilledwithtroubles，falsehoods，sorrow，andevil，flaredupmorebrightlythaneverbefore，lightedupforherallthathadbeenindarkness，sputtered，begantogrowdim，andwasquenchedforever。
　　Almosttwomonthshadpassed。Thehotsummerwashalfover，butSergeiIvanovichwasonlyjustpreparingtoleaveMoscow。
　　SergeiIvanovich’slifehadnotbeenuneventfulduringthistime。Ayearagohehadfinishedhisbook，thefruitofsixyears’labor。AnInquiryConcerningthePrinciplesandFormsofGovernmentinEuropeandRussia。Severalsectionsofthisbookanditsintroductionhadappearedinperiodicalpublications，andotherpartshadbeenreadbySergeiIvanovichtopersonsofhiscircle，sothattheleadingideasoftheworkcouldnotbeentirelynoveltothepublic。Butstill，SergeiIvanovichhadexpectedthatonitsappearancehisbookwouldbesuretomakeaseriousimpressiononsociety，andifitdidnotcausearevolutioninsocialscienceitwould，atanyrate，makeagreatstirinthescientificworld。
　　Afterthemostconscientiousrevisionthebookhadlastyearbeenpublished，andhadbeendistributedamongthebooksellers。
　　Thoughheaskednooneaboutit，reluctantlyandwithfeignedindifferenceansweredhisfriends’inquiriesastohowthebookwasgoing，anddidnoteveninquireofthebooksellershowthebookwasselling，SergeiIvanovichwasallonthealert，withstrainedattention，watchingforthefirstimpressionhisbookwouldmakeintheworldandinliterature。
　　Butaweekpassed，asecond，athird，andinsocietynoimpressionwhatevercouldbedetected。Thoseofhisfriends，whowerespecialistsandsavants，occasionally-unmistakablyfrompoliteness-alludedtoit。Therestofhisacquaintances，notinterestedinabookonalearnedsubject，didnottalkofitatall。Andsocietygenerally-justnowespeciallyabsorbedinotherthings-wasabsolutelyindifferent。Inthepress，too，forawholemonththerewasnotawordabouthisbook。
　　SergeiIvanovichhadcalculatedtoanicetythetimenecessaryforwritingareview，butamonthpassed，andasecond，andstilltherewassilence。
　　OnlyintheNorthernBeetle，inacomicarticleonthesingerDrabanti，whohadlosthisvoice，therewasacontemptuousallusiontoKoznishev’sbook，suggestingthatthebookhadbeenlongagoseenthroughbyeveryone，andwasasubjectofgeneralridicule。
　　Atlast，inthethirdmonth，acriticalarticleappearedinaseriousreview。SergeiIvanovichknewtheauthorofthearticle。HehadmethimonceatGolubtsov’s。
　　Theauthorofthearticlewasayoungman，aninvalid，veryboldasawriter，butextremelydeficientinbreedingandshyinpersonalrelations。
　　Inspiteofhisabsolutecontemptfortheauthor，itwaswithcompleterespectthatSergeiIvanovichsetaboutreadingthearticle。Thearticlewasawful。
　　Thecritichadundoubtedlyputaninterpretationuponthebookwhichcouldnotpossiblybeputonit。Buthehadselectedquotationssoadroitlythatforpeoplewhohadnotreadthebookandobviouslyscarcelyanyonehadreadititseemedabsolutelyclearthatthewholebookwasnothingbutamedleyofhigh-flownphrases，noteven-assuggestedbymarksofinterrogation-usedappropriately，andthattheauthorofthebookwasapersonabsolutelywithoutknowledgeofthesubject。AndallthiswassowittilydonethatSergeiIvanovichwouldnothavedisownedsuchwithimself。Butthatwasjustwhatwassoawful。
　　InspiteofthescrupulousconscientiousnesswithwhichSergeiIvanovichverifiedthecorrectnessofthecritic’sarguments，hedidnotforaminutestoptoponderoverthefaultsandmistakeswhichwereridiculed；butunconsciouslyhebeganimmediatelytryingtorecalleverydetailofhismeetingandconversationwiththeauthorofthearticle。
　　`Didn’tIoffendhiminsomeway？’SergeiIvanovichwondered。
　　Andrememberingthatwhentheymethehadcorrectedtheyoungmanaboutsomethinghehadsaidthatbetrayedignorance，SergeiIvanovichfoundtheexplanationforthetrendofthearticle。
　　Thisarticlewasfollowedbyadeadlysilenceaboutthebookbothinthepressandinconversation，andSergeiIvanovichsawthathissixyears’task，toiledatwithsuchloveandlabor，hadgone，leavingnotrace。
　　SergeiIvanovich’spositionwasstillmoredifficultfromthefactthat，sincehehadfinishedhisbook，hehadhadmoreliteraryworktodo，suchashadhithertooccupiedthegreaterpartofhistime。
　　SergeiIvanovichwasclever，cultivatedhealthyandenergetic，andhedidnotknowwhatusetomakeofhisenergy。Conversationsindrawingrooms，inmeetings，assemblies，andcommittees-everywherewheretalkwaspossible-tookuppartofhistime。Butbeingusedforyearstotownlife，hedidnotwasteallhisenergiesintalk，ashislessexperiencedyoungerbrotherdid，whenhewasinMoscow。Hehadagreatdealofleisureandintellectualenergystilltodisposeof。
　　Fortunatelyforhim，atthisperiodsodifficultforhimbecauseofthefailureofhisbook，thevariouspublicquestionsofthedissentingsects，oftheAmericanFriends，oftheSamarafamine，ofexhibition，andofspiritualism，weredefinitelyreplacedinpublicinterestbytheSlavonicquestion，whichhadhithertoratherlanguidlyinterestedsociety，andSergeiIvanovich，whohadbeenoneofthefirsttoraisethissubject，threwhimselfintoitheartandsoul。
　　InthecircletowhichSergeiIvanovichbelonged，nothingwastalkedoforwrittenaboutjustnowbuttheServianwar。EverythingthattheidlecrowdusuallydoestokilltimewasdonenowforthebenefitoftheSlavonicpeoples。Balls，concerts，dinners，speeches，ladies’dresses，beer，taverns-everythingtestifiedtosympathywiththeSlavonicpeoples。
　　Frommuchofwhatwasspokenandwrittenonthesubject，SergeiIvanovichdifferedonvariouspoints。HesawthattheSlavonicquestionhadbecomeoneofthosefashionabledistractionswhichsucceedoneanotherinprovidingsocietywithanobjectandanoccupation。Hesaw，too，thatagreatmanypeopleweretakingupthesubjectfrommotivesofself-interestandself-advertisement。Herecognizedthatthenewspaperspublishedagreatdealthatwassuperfluousandexaggerated，withthesoleaimofattractingattentionandtalkingoneanotherdown。Hesawthatinthisgeneralmovementthosewhothrustthemselvesmostforwardandshoutedtheloudestweremenwhohadfailedandweresmartingunderasenseofinjury-generalswithoutarmies，ministersnotintheministry，journalistsnotonanypaper，partyleaderswithoutfollowers。Hesawthattherewasagreatdealinitthatwasfrivolousandabsurd。Buthesawandrecognizedanunmistakablegrowingenthusiasm，unitingallclasses，withwhichitwasimpossiblenottosympathize。ThemassacreofmenwhowerefellowChristians，andofthesameSlavonicrace，excitedsympathyforthesufferersandindignationagainsttheoppressors。AndtheheroismoftheServiansandMontenegrinsstrugglingforagreatcausebegotinthewholepeoplealongingtohelptheirbrothersnotinwordbutindeed。
　　ButinthistherewasanotheraspectthatmadeSergeiIvanovichrejoice。Thatwasthemanifestationofpublicopinion。Thepublichaddefinitelyexpresseditsdesire。Thesoulofthepeoplehad，asSergeiIvanovichsaid，foundexpression。Andthemoreheworkedinthiscause，themoreincontestableitseemedtohimthatitwasacausedestinedtoassumevastdimensions，tocreateanepoch。
　　Hethrewhimselfheartandsoulintotheserviceofthisgreatcause，andforgottothinkabouthisbook。
　　Hiswholetimenowwasengrossedbyit，sothathecouldscarcelymanagetoanswerallthelettersandappealsaddressedtohim。
　　Heworkedthewholespringandpartofthesummer，anditwasonlyinJulythathepreparedtogoawaytohisbrother’scountryplace。
　　Hewasgoingbothtorestforafortnight，andintheveryheartofthepeople，inthefarthestwildsofthecountry，toenjoythesightofthatupliftingofthespiritofthepeople，ofwhich，likeallresidentsinthecapitalandbigtowns，hewasfullypersuaded。KatavassovhadlongintendedtocarryouthispromisetostaywithLevin，andsohewasgoingwithhim。
　　SergeiIvanovichandKatavassovhadjustreachedthestationoftheKurskline，whichwasparticularlybusyandfullofpeoplethatday，when，lookingroundforthegroomwhowasfollowingwiththeirthings，theysawapartyofvolunteersdrivingupinfourcabs。Ladiesmetthemwithbouquetsofflowers，and，followedbytherushingcrowd，theywentintothestation。
　　Oneoftheladieswhohadmetthevolunteers，cameoutofthehallandaddressedSergeiIvanovich。
　　`Youalsocometoseethemoff？’sheaskedinFrench。
　　`No，I’mgoingawaymyself，Princess。Tomybrother’sforaholiday。Doyoualwaysseethemoff？’saidSergeiIvanovichwithabarelyperceptiblesmile。
　　`Oh，thatwouldbeimpossible！’answeredthePrincess。`Isittruethateighthundredhavebeensentfromusalready？Malvinskywouldn’tbelieveme。’
　　`Morethaneighthundred。IfyoureckonthosewhohavebeensentnotdirectlyfromMoscow，overathousand，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。
　　`There！That’sjustwhatIsaid！’exclaimedtheladyjoyously。`Andit’struetoo，Isuppose，thataboutamillionhasbeensubscribed？’
　　`Yes，Princess。’
　　`Whatdoyousaytotoday’stelegram？TheTurkshavebeenoverwhelmedagain。’
　　`Yes，soIsaw，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。TheywerespeakingofthelasttelegramstatingthattheTurkshadbeenforthreedaysinsuccessionbeatenatallpointsandputtoflight，andthattomorrowadecisiveengagementwasexpected。
　　`Ah，bytheway，asplendidyoungfellowhasaskedleavetogo，andthey’vemadesomedifficulty-Idon’tknowwhy。Imeanttoaskyou；Iknowhim；pleasewriteanoteabouthiscase。He’sbeingsentbyCountessLidiaIvanovna。’
　　SergeiIvanovichaskedforallthedetailsthePrincessknewabouttheyoungman，and，goingintothefirst-classwaitingroom，wroteanotetothepersononwhomthegrantingofleaveofabsencedepended，andhandedittothePrincess。
　　`YouknowCountVronsky，thenotoriousone……isgoingbythistrain？’saidthePrincesswithasmilefulloftriumphandmeaning，whenhefoundheragainandgavehertheletter。
　　`Ihadheardhewasgoing，butIdidnotknowwhen。Bythistrain？’
　　`I’veseenhim。He’shere:there’sonlyhismotherseeinghimoff。It’sthebestthing，anyway，thathecoulddo。’
　　`Oh，yes，ofcourse。’
　　Whiletheyweretalkingthecrowdstreamedbythemtowardthediningtable。Theywentforwardtoo，andheardagentlemanwithaglassinhishanddeliveringalouddiscoursetothevolunteers。`Intheserviceofreligion，humanity，andourbrethren，’thegentlemansaid，hisvoicegrowinglouderandlouder；`tothisgreatcausemotherMoscowdedicatesyouwithherblessing。Jivio！’heconcluded，concluded，loudlyandtearfully。
　　EveryoneshoutedJivio！andafreshcrowddashedintothehall，almostcarryingthePrincessoffherfeet。
　　`Ah，Princess！Thatwassomethinglike！’saidStepanArkadyevich，suddenlyappearinginthemidstofthecrowdandbeaminguponthemwithadelightedsmile。`Capitally，warmlysaid，wasn’tit？Bravo！AndSergeiIvanovich！Why，yououghttohavesaidsomething-justafewwords，youknow，toencouragethem；youdothatsowell，’headdedwithasoft，respectful，anddiscreetsmile，movingSergeiIvanovichforwardalittlebythearm。
　　`No，I’mjustoff。’
　　`Whereto？’
　　`Tothecountry，tomybrother’s，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。
　　`Thenyou’llseemywife。I’vewrittentoher，butyou’llseeherfirst。Pleasetellherthatthey’veseenmeandthatit’s``allright，’astheEnglishsay。She’llunderstand。Oh，andbesogoodastotellherI’mappointedmemberofthecommittee……Butshe’llunderstand！Youknow，lespetitesmisèresdelaviehumaine，’hesaid，asitwereapologizingtothePrincess。`AndPrincessMiaghkaia-notLiza，butBibish-issendingathousandgunsandtwelvenurses，afterall。DidItellyou？’
　　`Yes，Iheardso，’answeredKoznishevindifferently。
　　`It’sapityyou’regoingaway，’saidStepanArkadyevich。`Tomorrowwe’regivingadinnertotwowhoaresettingoff-Dimer-BiartnianskyfromPeterburgandourVeslovsky，Grisha。They’rebothgoing。Veslovsky’sonlylatelymarried。There’safinefellowforyou！Eh，Princess？’heturnedtothelady。
　　ThePrincesslookedatKoznishevwithoutreplying。ButthefactthatSergeiIvanovichandthePrincessseemedanxioustogetridofhimdidnotintheleastdisconcertStepanArkadyevich。Smiling，hestaredatthefeatherinthePrincess’shat，andthenabouthimasthoughheweregoingtopicksomethingup。Seeingaladyapproachingwithacollectionbox，hebeckonedherupandputinafive-roublenote。
　　`IcanneverseethesecollectionboxesunmovedwhileI’vemoneyinmypocket，’hesaid。`Andhowabouttoday’stelegram？FinechapsthoseMontenegrins！’
　　`Youdon’tsayso！’hecried，whenthePrincesstoldhimthatVronskywasgoingbythistrain。ForaninstantStepanArkadyevich’sfacelookedsad，butaminutelater，when，strokinghiswhiskersandswingingashewalked，hewentintothehallwhereVronskywas，hehadcompletelyforgottenhisowndespairingsobsoverhissister’scorpse，andhesawinVronskyonlyaheroandanoldfriend。
　　`Withallhisfaultsonecan’trefusetodohimjustice，’saidthePrincesstoSergeiIvanovich，assoonasStepanArkadyevichhadleftthem。`WhatatypicallyRussian，Slavnature！Only，I’mafraiditwon’tbepleasantforVronskytoseehim。Saywhatyouwill，I’mtouchedbythatman’sfate。Dotalktohimalittleontheway，’saidthePrincess。
　　`Yes，perhaps，iftheoccasionarises。’
　　`Ineverlikedhim。Butthisatonesforagreatdeal。He’snotmerelygoinghimself-he’stakingasquadronathisownexpense。’
　　`Yes，soIheard。’
　　Abellsounded。Everyonecrowdedtothedoors。
　　`Hereheis！’saidthePrincess，indicatingVronsky，who，withhismotheronhisarmwalkedby，wearingalongovercoatandwide-brimmedblackhat。Oblonskywaswalkingbesidehim，talkingeagerlyofsomething。
　　Vronskywasfrowningandlookingstraightbeforehim，asthoughhedidnothearwhatStepanArkadyevichwassaying。
　　ProbablyonOblonsky’spointingthemout，helookedroundinthedirectionwherethePrincessandSergeiIvanovichwerestanding，and，withoutspeaking，liftedhishat。Hisface，agedandwornbysuffering，lookedstony。
　　Goingontotheplatform，Vronskylefthismotheranddisappearedintoacompartment。
　　Ontheplatformthererangout`GodsavetheCzar，’thenshoutsof`Hurrah！’and`Jivio！’Oneofthevolunteers，atall，veryyoungmanwithahollowchest，wasparticularlyconspicuous，bowingandwavinghisfelthatandanosegayoverhishead。Thentwoofficersemerged，bowingtoo，andastoutmanwithabigbeard，wearingagreasyforagecap。
　　Havingsaidgood-bytothePrincess，SergeiIvanovichwasjoinedbyKatavassov；togethertheygotintoacarriagefulltooverflowing，andthetrainstarted。
　　AtCzaritsinostationthetrainwasmetbyachorusofyoungmensinging`HailtoThee！’Againthevolunteersbowedandpokedtheirheadsout，butSergeiIvanovichpaidnoattentiontothem。Hehadhadsomuchtodowiththevolunteersthatthetypewasfamiliartohimanddidnotinteresthim。Katavassov，whosescientificworkhadpreventedhishavingachanceofobservingthemhitherto，wasverymuchinterestedinthemandquestionedSergeiIvanovich。
　　SergeiIvanovichadvisedhimtogointothesecondclassandtalktothemhimself。AtthenextstationKatavassovactedonthissuggestion。
　　Atthefirststophemovedintothesecondclassandmadetheacquaintanceofthevolunteers。Theyweresittinginacornerofthecarriage，talkingloudlyandobviouslyawarethattheattentionofthepassengers，andofKatavassov，ashegotin，wasconcentrateduponthem。Moreloudlythanalltalkedthetall，hollow-chestedyoungman。Hewasunmistakablytipsy，andwasrelatingsomestorythathadoccurredathisschool。Facinghimsatamiddle-agedofficerintheAustrianmilitaryjacketoftheGuards’uniform。Hewaslisteningwithasmiletothehollow-chestedyouth，andoccasionallypullinghimup。Thethird，inanartilleryuniform，wassittingonaportmanteaubesidethem。Afourthwasasleep。
　　Enteringintoconversationwiththeyouth，KatavassovlearnedthathewasawealthyMoscowmerchantwhohadrunthroughalargefortunebeforehewastwo-and-twenty。Katavassovdidnotlikehim，becausehewasunmanlyandeffeminateandsickly。Hewasobviouslyconvinced，especiallynowafterdrinking，thathewasperformingaheroicaction，andhebraggedofitinthemostunpleasantway。
　　Thesecond，theretiredofficer，madeanunpleasantimpressiontoouponKatavassov。Hewas，itseemed，amanwhohadtriedeverything。Hehadbeenonarailway，hadbeenalandsteward，andhadstartedfactories，andhetalked，quitewithoutnecessity，ofeverything，andusedlearnedexpressionsquiteinappropriately。
　　Thethird，theartilleryman，onthecontrary，struckKatavassovveryfavorably。Hewasaquiet，modestfellow，unmistakablyimpressedbytheknowledgeoftheofficerandtheheroicself-sacrificeofthemerchant，andsayingnothingabouthimself。WhenKatavassovaskedhimwhathadimpelledhimtogotoServia，heansweredmodestly:
　　`Oh，well，everyone’sgoing。TheServianswanthelp，too。I’msorryforthem。’
　　`Yes，youartillerymenareespeciallyscarcethere，’saidKatavassov。
　　`Oh，Iwasn’tlongintheartillery；maybethey’llputmeintotheinfantryorthecavalry。’
　　`Intotheinfantry，whentheyneedartillerymorethananything？’saidKatavassov，fancyingfromtheartilleryman’sapparentagethathemusthavereachedafairlyhighgrade。
　　`Iwasn’tlongintheartillery；I’majunker，inreserve，’hesaid，andhebegantoexplainhowhehadfailedinhisexamination。
　　AllofthistogethermadeadisagreeableimpressiononKatavassov，andwhenthevolunteersgotoutatastationforadrink，Katavassovwouldhavelikedtocomparehisunfavorableimpressioninconversationwithsomeone。Therewasanoldmaninthecarriage，wearingamilitaryovercoat，whohadbeenlisteningallthewhiletoKatavassov’sconversationwiththevolunteers。Whentheywereleftalone，Katavassovaddressedhim。
　　`Whatdifferentpositionstheycomefrom，allthosefellowswhoaregoingoffthere，’Katavassovsaidvaguely，notwishingtoexpresshisownopinion，andatthesametimeanxioustofindouttheoldman’sviews。
　　Theoldmanwasanofficerwhohadservedintwocampaigns。Heknewwhatmakesasoldier，and，judgingbytheappearanceandthetalkofthosepersons，bytheswaggerwithwhichtheyhadrecoursetothebottleonthejourney，heconsideredthempoorsoldiers。Moreover，helivedinadistricttown，andhewaslongingtotellhowonesoldierhadvolunteeredfromhistown，adrunkardandathiefwhomnoonewouldemployasalaborer。Butknowingbyexperiencethatinthepresentconditionofthepublictemperitwasdangeroustoexpressanopinionopposedtothegeneralone，andespeciallytocriticizethevolunteersunfavorably，hetoowatchedKatavassovwithoutcommittinghimself。
　　`Well，menarewantedthere，’hesaid，laughingwithhiseyes。Andtheyfelltotalkingofthelastwarnews，andeachconcealedfromtheotherhisperplexityastotheengagementexpectednextday，sincetheTurkshadbeenbeaten，accordingtothelatestnews，allalongtheline。Andsotheyparted，neithergivingexpressiontohisopinion。
　　Katavassovwentbacktohisowncarriage，andwithreluctanthypocrisyreportedtoSergeiIvanovichhisobservationsofthevolunteers，fromwhichitwouldappearthattheywerecapitalfellows。
　　Atabigstationatatownthevolunteerswereagaingreetedwithshoutsandsinging，againmenandwomenwithcollectionboxesappeared，andprovincialladiesbroughtbouquetstothevolunteersandfollowedthemintotherefreshmentroom；butallthiswasonamuchsmallerandfeeblerscalethaninMoscow。
　　Whilethetrainwasstoppingattheprovincialtown，SergeiIvanovichdidnotgototherefreshmentroom，butwalkedupanddowntheplatform。
　　ThefirsttimehepassedVronsky’scompartmenthenoticedthatthecurtainwasdrawnoverthewindow；butashepasseditthesecondtimehesawtheoldCountessatthewindow。ShebeckonedtoKoznishev。
　　`I’mgoing，yousee-takinghimasfarasKursk，’shesaid。
　　`Yes，soIheard，’saidSergeiIvanovich，standingatherwindowandpeepingin。`Whatanobleactonhispart！’headded，noticingthatVronskywasnotinthecompartment。
　　`Yes，afterhismisfortune，whatwasthereforhimtodo？’
　　`Whataterriblethingitwas！’saidSergeiIvanovich。
　　`Ah，whatIhavebeenthrough！Butdogetin……Ah，whatIhavebeenthrough！’sherepeated，whenSergeiIvanovichhadgotinandsatdownbesideher。`Youcan’tconceiveit！Forsixweekshedidnotspeaktoanyone，andwouldnottouchfoodexceptwhenIimploredhim。Andnotforoneminutecouldweleavehimalone。Wetookawayeverythinghecouldhaveusedagainsthimself。Welivedonthegroundfloor，buttherewasnoreckoningonanything。Youknow，ofcourse，thathehadshothimselfoncealreadyonheraccount，’shesaid，andtheoldlady’sbrowscontractedattherecollection。`Yes，herswasthefittingendforsuchawoman。Eventhedeathshechosewaslowandvulgar。’
　　`It’snotforustojudge，Countess，’saidSergeiIvanovichsighing；`butIcanunderstandthatithasbeenveryhardforyou。’
　　`Ah，don’tspeakofit！Iwasstayingonmyestate，andhewaswithme。Anotewasbroughthim。Hewroteananswerandsentitoff。Wehadn’tanideathatshewasclosebyatthestation。IntheeveningIhadonlyjustgonetomyroom，whenmyMarytoldmealadyhadthrownherselfunderthetrain。Somethingseemedtostrikemeatonce。Iknewitwasshe。ThefirstthingIsaidwasthathewasnottobetold。Butthey’dtoldhimalready。Hiscoachmanwasthereandsawitall。WhenIranintohisroom，hewasbesidehimself-itwasfrightfultoseehim。Hedidn’tsayaword，butgallopedoffthere。Idon’tknowtothisdaywhathappenedthere，buthewasbroughtbackatdeath’sdoor。Ishouldn’thaveknownhim。Prostrationcomplète，thedoctorsaid。Andthatwasfollowedalmostbymadness。Oh，whytalkofit！’saidtheCountesswithawaveofherhand。`Itwasanawfultime！No，saywhatyouwill，shewasabadwoman。Why，whatisthemeaningofsuchdesperatepassions？Itwasalltoshowherselfsomethingoutoftheordinary。Well，andthatshediddo。Shebroughtherselftoruinandtwogoodmen-herhusband，andmyunhappyson。’
　　`Andwhatdidherhusbanddo？’askedSergeiIvanovich。
　　`Hehastakenherdaughter。Alioshawasreadytoagreetoanythingatfirst。Nowitworrieshimterriblythatheshouldhavegivenhisownchildawaytoanotherman。Buthecan’ttakebackhisword。Karenincametothefuneral。ButwetriedtopreventhismeetingAliosha。Forhim，forherhusband，itwaseasier，anyway。Shehadsethimfree。Butmypoorsonwasutterlygivenuptoher。Hehadthrownupeverything，hiscareer，me，andeventhenshehadnomercyonhim，butofsetpurposeshemadehisruincomplete。No，saywhatyouwill，herverydeathwasthedeathofavilewoman，ofnoreligiousfeeling。Godforgiveme，butIcan’thelphatingthememoryofher，whenIlookatmyson’smisery！’
　　`Buthowishenow？’
　　`ItwasablessingfromProvidenceforus-thisServianwar。I’mold，andIdon’tunderstandtherightsandwrongsofit，butit’scomeasaprovidentialblessingtohim。Ofcourseforme，ashismother，it’sterrible；andwhat’sworse，theysay，cen’estpastrèsbienvuaPétersbourg。Butitcan’tbehelped！Itwastheonethingthatcouldrousehim。Iashvin-afriendofhis-hehadlostallhehadatcardsandhewasgoingtoServia。Hecametoseehimandpersuadedhimtogo。Nowit’saninterestforhim。Dopleasetalktohimalittle。Iwanttodistracthismind。He’ssolow-spirited。And，asbadluckwouldhaveit，hehastoothachetoo。Buthe’llbedelightedtoseeyou。Pleasedotalktohim；he’swalkingupanddownonthatside。’
　　SergeiIvanovichsaidhewouldbeverygladto，andcrossedovertotheothersideofthestation。
　　Intheslantingeveningshadowscastbythebaggagepiledupontheplatform，Vronskyinhislongovercoatandslouchhat，withhishandsinhispockets，strodeupanddown，likeawildbeastinacage，turningsharplyeverytwentypaces。SergeiIvanovichfancied，asheapproachedhim，thatVronskysawhimbutwaspretendingnottosee。ThisdidnotaffectSergeiIvanovichintheslightest。HewasaboveallpersonalconsiderationswithVronsky。
　　AtthatmomentSergeiIvanovichlookeduponVronskyasamantakinganimportantpartinagreatcause，andKoznishevthoughtithisdutytoencouragehimandexpresshisapproval。Hewentuptohim。
　　Vronskystoodstill，lookedintentlyathim，recognizedhim，andgoingafewstepsforwardtomeethim，shookhandswithhimverywarmly。
　　`Possiblyyoudidn’twishtoseeme，’saidSergeiIvanovich，`butcouldn’tIbeofusetoyou？’
　　`There’snooneIshouldlessdislikeseeingthanyou，’saidVronsky。`Forgiveme。There’snothinginlifeformetolike。’
　　`Iquiteunderstand，andImerelymeanttoofferyoumyservices，’saidSergeiIvanovich，scanningVronsky’sface，fullofunmistakablesuffering。`Wouldn’titbeofusetoyoutohavealettertoRistich，toMilan？’
　　`Oh，no！’Vronskysaid，seemingtounderstandhimwithdifficulty。`Ifyoudon’tmind，let’swalkon。It’ssostuffyamongthecars。Aletter？No，thankyou；tomeetdeathoneneedsnolettersofintroduction。TheTurkstake……’hesaid，withasmilethatwasmerelyofthelips。Hiseyesstillkepttheirlookofangrysuffering。
　　`Yes；butyoumightfinditeasiertogetintorelations，whichareafterallessential，withanyonepreparedtoseeyou。Butthat’sasyoulike。Iwasverygladtohearofyourintention。Therehavebeensomanyattacksmadeonthevolunteers，andamanlikeyouraisestheminpublicestimation。’
　　`Myuseasaman，’saidVronsky，`isthatlife’sworthnothingtome。AndthatI’veenoughbodilyenergytocutmywayintotheirranks，andtotrampleonthemorfall-Iknowthat。I’mgladthere’ssomethingtogivemylifefor，forit’snotsimplyuselessbutloathsometome。Anyone’swelcometoit。’Andhisjawtwitchedimpatientlyfromtheincessantnaggingtoothache，thatpreventedhimfromevenspeakingwithanaturalexpression。
　　`Youwillbecomeanotherman，Ipredict，’saidSergeiIvanovich，feelingtouched。`Todeliverone’sbrethrenfrombondageisanaimworthdeathandlife。Godgrantyousuccessoutwardly-andinwardlypeace，’headded，andheheldouthishand。
　　Vronskywarmlysqueezedhisoutstretchedhand。
　　`Yes，asaweaponImaybeofsomeuse。Butasaman，I’mawreck，’hejerkedout。
　　Hecouldhardlyspeakforthethrobbingacheinhisstrongtooth，hismouthbeingfilledupwithsaliva。Hewassilent，andhiseyesrestedonthewheelsofthetender，slowlyandsmoothlyrollingalongtherails。
　　Andallatonceadifferentpain，notanache，butaninnertrouble，thatsethiswholebeinginanguish，madehimforaninstantforgethistoothache。Asheglancedatthetenderandtherails，undertheinfluenceoftheconversationwithafriendhehadnotmetsincehismisfortune，hesuddenlyrecalledher-thatis，whatwasleftofherwhenhehadrunlikeonedistraughtintothebarrackoftherailwaystation:onthetable，shamelesslysprawlingoutamongstrangers，thebloodstainedbodysolatelyfulloflife；theheadunhurtdroppingbackwithitsweightofhair，andthecurlingtressesaboutthetemples，andtheexquisiteface，withred，half-openedmouth，thestrange，fixedexpression，piteousonthelipsandawfulinthestillopeneyes，thatseemedtoutterthatfearfulphrase-thathewouldbesorryforit-whichshehadsaidwhentheywerequarreling。
　　Andhetriedtothinkofherasshewaswhenhemetherthefirsttime，atarailwaystationtoo，mysterious，exquisite，loving，seekingandgivinghappiness，andnotcruellyrevengefulasherememberedheratthatlastmoment。Hetriedtorecallhisbestmomentswithher，butthosemomentswerepoisonedforever。Hecouldonlythinkofherastriumphant，successfulinhermenaceofawhollyuselessremorse，nevertobeeffaced。Helostallconsciousnessoftoothache，andhisfaceworkedwithsobs。
　　Passingtwiceupanddownbesidethebaggageinsilenceandregaininghisself-possession，headdressedSergeiIvanovichcalmly:
　　`Youhavehadnotelegramssinceyesterday’s？Yes，drivenbackforathirdtime，butadecisiveengagementexpectedfortomorrow。’
　　AndaftertalkingalittlemoreoftheproclaimingofMilanasKing，andtheimmenseeffectthismighthave，theyparted，goingtotheircarsonhearingthesecondbell。
　　SergeiIvanovichhadnottelegraphedtohisbrothertosendtomeethim，ashedidnotknowwhenheshouldbeabletoleaveMoscow。LevinwasnotathomewhenKatavassovandSergeiIvanovich，inawagonettehiredatthestation，droveuptothestepsofthePokrovskoehouse，asblackasNegroesfromthedustoftheroad。Kitty，sittingonthebalconywithherfatherandsister，recognizedherbrother-in-law，andrandowntomeethim。
　　`Whatashamenottohaveletusknow，’shesaid，givingherhandtoSergeiIvanovich，andputtingherforeheadupforhimtokiss。
　　`Wedroveherecapitally，andhavenotputyouout，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。`I’msodirty。I’mafraidtotouchyou。I’vebeensobusy，Ididn’tknowwhenIshouldbeabletotearmyselfaway。Andsoyou’restillaseverenjoyingyourpeaceful，quiethappiness，’hesaid，smiling，`outofthereachofthecurrentinyourpeacefulbackwater。Here’sourfriendFiodorVassilievich，successfulingettinghereatlast。’
　　`ButI’mnotaNegro；IshalllooklikeahumanbeingwhenIwash，’saidKatavassovinhisjestingfashion，andheshookhandsandsmiled，histeethflashingwhiteinhisblackface。
　　`Kostiawillbedelighted。Hehasgonetohisgrange。It’stimeheshouldbehome。’
　　`Busyaseverwithhisfarming。Itreallyisapeacefulbackwater，’saidKatavassov；`whileweintownthinkofnothingbuttheServianwar。Well，howdoesourfriendlookatit？He’ssurenottothinklikeotherpeople。’
　　`Oh，Idon’tknow，he’slikeeverybodyelse，’Kittyanswered，alittleembarrassed，lookingroundatSergeiIvanovich。`I’llsendtofetchhim。Papa’sstayingwithus。He’sonlyjustcomehomefromabroad。’
　　AndmakingarrangementstosendforLevinandforthegueststowash，oneinhisroomandtheotherinwhathadbeenDolly’s，andgivingordersfortheirluncheon，Kittyranoutonthebalcony，enjoyingthefreedomandrapidityofmovement，ofwhichshehadbeendeprivedduringthemonthsofherpregnancy。
　　`It’sSergeiIvanovichandKatavassov，aprofessor，’shesaid。
　　`Oh，it’shardinsuchaheat，’saidthePrince。
　　`No，papa，he’sverynice，andKostia’sveryfondofhim，’Kittysaid，withadeprecatingsmile，noticingtheironyonherfather’sface。
　　`Oh，Ididn’tsayanything。’
　　`Yougotothem，darling，’saidKittytohersister，`andentertainthem。TheysawStivaatthestation；hewasquitewell。AndImustruntoMitia。Asillluckwouldhaveit，Ihaven’tfedhimsincetea。He’sawakenow，andsuretobescreaming。’And，feelingarushofmilk，shehurriedtothenursery。
　　Thiswasnotamereguess；herconnectionwiththechildwasstillsoclosethatshecouldgaugebytheflowofhermilkhisneedoffood，andknewforcertainhewashungry。
　　Sheknewhewascryingbeforeshereachedthenursery。Andhewasindeedcrying。Sheheardhimandhastened。Butthefastershewentthelouderhescreamed。Itwasafinehealthyscream，hungryandimpatient。
　　`Hashebeenscreaminglong，nurse-verylong？’saidKitty，hurriedlyseatingherselfonachair，andpreparingtogivethebabythebreast。`Butgivemehimquickly。Oh，nurse，howtiresomeyouare！There，tiethecapafterward，do！’
　　Thebaby’sgreedyscreamwaspassingintosobs。
　　`Butyoucan’tmanageso，ma’am，’saidAgathyaMikhailovna，whowasalmostalwaystobefoundinthenursery。`Hemustbeputstraight。A-oo！A-oo！’shechantedoverhim，payingnoattentiontothemother。
　　Thenursebroughtthebabytohismother。AgathyaMikhailovnafollowedhimwithafacemeltingwithtenderness。
　　`Heknowsme，heknowsme。InGod’sfaith，KaterinaAlexandrovna，ma’am，herecognizedme！’AgathyaMikhailovnacriedabovethebaby’sscreams。
　　ButKittydidnothearherwords。Herimpatiencekeptgrowing，likethebaby’s。
　　Theirimpatiencehinderedthingsforawhile。Thebabycouldnotgetholdofthebreastright，andwasfurious。
　　Atlast，afterdespairing，breathlessscreaming，andvainsucking，thingswentright，andmotherandchildfeltsimultaneouslysoothed，andbothsubsidedintocalm。
　　`Butpoordarling，he’sallinperspiration！’saidKittyinawhisper，touchingthebaby。`Whatmakesyouthinkheknowsyou？’sheadded，withasidelongglanceatthebaby’seyes，thatpeeredroguishly，asshefancied，fromunderhiscap，athisrhythmicallypuffingcheeks，andthelittlered-palmedhandhewaswaving。
　　`Impossible！Ifheknewanyone，hewouldhaveknownme，’saidKitty，inresponsetoAgathyaMikhailovna’sstatement，andshesmiled。
　　Shesmiledbecause，thoughshesaidhecouldnotknowher，inherheartshewassurethatheknewnotmerelyAgathyaMikhailovna，butthatheknewandunderstoodeverything，andknewandunderstoodagreatdealtoothatnooneelseknew，andthatshe，hismother，hadlearnedandcometounderstandonlythroughhim。ToAgathyaMikhailovna，tothenurse，tohisgrandfather，tohisfathereven，Mitiawasalivingbeing，requiringonlymaterialcare，butforhismotherhehadlongbeenamoralbeing，withwhomtherehadbeenawholeseriesofspiritualrelationsalready。
　　`Whenhewakesup，pleaseGod，youshallseeforyourself。ThenwhenIdolikethis，hesimplybeamsonme，thedarling！Simplybeamslikeasunnyday！’saidAgathyaMikhailovna。
　　`Well，well；thenweshallsee，’whisperedKitty。`Butnowgoaway，he’sgoingtosleep。’