Anna Karenina eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,311 pages of information about Anna Karenina.

All the rooms of the summer villa were full of porters, gardeners, and footmen going to and fro carrying out things.  Cupboards and chests were open; twice they had sent to the shop for cord; pieces of newspaper were tossing about on the floor.  Two trunks, some bags and strapped-up rugs, had been carried down into the hall.  The carriage and two hired cabs were waiting at the steps.  Anna, forgetting her inward agitation in the work of packing, was standing at a table in her boudoir, packing her traveling bag, when Annushka called her attention to the rattle of some carriage driving up.  Anna looked out of the window and saw Alexey Alexandrovitch’s courier on the steps, ringing at the front door bell.

“Run and find out what it is,” she said, and with a calm sense of being prepared for anything, she sat down in a low chair, folding her hands on her knees.  A footman brought in a thick packet directed in Alexey Alexandrovitch’s hand.

“The courier has orders to wait for an answer,” he said.

“Very well,” she said, and as soon as he had left the room she tore open the letter with trembling fingers.  A roll of unfolded notes done up in a wrapper fell out of it.  She disengaged the letter and began reading it at the end.  “Preparations shall be made for your arrival here...I attach particular significance to compliance...” she read.  She ran on, then back, read it all through, and once more read the letter all through again from the beginning.  When she had finished, she felt that she was cold all over, and that a fearful calamity, such as she had not expected, had burst upon her.

In the morning she had regretted that she had spoken to her husband, and wished for nothing so much as that those words could be unspoken.  And here this letter regarded them as unspoken, and gave her what she had wanted.  But now this letter seemed to her more awful than anything she had been able to conceive.

“He’s right!” she said; “of course, he’s always right; he’s a Christian, he’s generous!  Yes, vile, base creature!  And no one understands it except me, and no one ever will; and I can’t explain it.  They say he’s so religious, so high-principled, so upright, so clever; but they don’t see what I’ve seen.  They don’t know how he has crushed my life for eight years, crushed everything that was living in me—­he has not once even thought that I’m a live woman who must have love.  They don’t know how at every step he’s humiliated me, and been just as pleased with himself.  Haven’t I striven, striven with all my strength, to find something to give meaning to my life?  Haven’t I struggled to love him, to love my son when I could not love my husband?  But the time came when I knew that I couldn’t cheat myself any longer, that I was alive, that I was not to blame, that God has made me so that I must love and live.  And now what does he do?  If he’d killed me, if he’d killed him, I could have borne anything, I could have forgiven anything; but, no, he....  How was it I didn’t guess what he would do?  He’s doing just what’s characteristic of his mean character.  He’ll keep himself in the right, while me, in my ruin, he’ll drive still lower to worse ruin yet...”

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