Anna Karenina eBook

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Anna had never met this new star of fashion, and was struck by her beauty, the exaggerated extreme to which her dress was carried, and the boldness of her manners.  On her head there was such a superstructure of soft, golden hair—­her own and false mixed—­that her head was equal in size to the elegantly rounded bust, of which so much was exposed in front.  The impulsive abruptness of her movements was such that at every step the lines of her knees and the upper part of her legs were distinctly marked under her dress, and the question involuntarily rose to the mind where in the undulating, piled-up mountain of material at the back the real body of the woman, so small and slender, so naked in front, and so hidden behind and below, really came to an end.

Betsy made haste to introduce her to Anna.

“Only fancy, we all but ran over two soldiers,” she began telling them at once, using her eyes, smiling and twitching away her tail, which she flung back at one stroke all on one side.  “I drove here with Vaska....  Ah, to be sure, you don’t know each other.”  And mentioning his surname she introduced the young man, and reddening a little, broke into a ringing laugh at her mistake—­that is, at her having called him Vaska to a stranger.  Vaska bowed once more to Anna, but he said nothing to her.  He addressed Sappho:  “You’ve lost your bet.  We got here first.  Pay up,” said he, smiling.

Sappho laughed still more festively.

“Not just now,” said she.

“Oh, all right, I’ll have it later.”

“Very well, very well.  Oh, yes.”  She turned suddenly to Princess Betsy:  “I am a nice person...I positively forgot it...  I’ve brought you a visitor.  And here he comes.”  The unexpected young visitor, whom Sappho had invited, and whom she had forgotten, was, however, a personage of such consequence that, in spite of his youth, both the ladies rose on his entrance.

He was a new admirer of Sappho’s.  He now dogged her footsteps, like Vaska.

Soon after Prince Kaluzhsky arrived, and Liza Merkalova with Stremov.  Liza Merkalova was a thin brunette, with an Oriental, languid type of face, and—­as everyone used to say—­exquisite enigmatic eyes.  The tone of her dark dress (Anna immediately observed and appreciated the fact) was in perfect harmony with her style of beauty.  Liza was as soft and enervated as Sappho was smart and abrupt.

But to Anna’s taste Liza was far more attractive.  Betsy had said to Anna that she had adopted the pose of an innocent child, but when Anna saw her, she felt that this was not the truth.  She really was both innocent and corrupt, but a sweet and passive woman.  It is true that her tone was the same as Sappho’s; that like Sappho, she had two men, one young and one old, tacked onto her, and devouring her with their eyes.  But there was something in her higher than what surrounded her.  There was in her the glow of the real diamond among glass imitations.  This glow shone out in her exquisite, truly enigmatic eyes.  The weary, and at the same time passionate, glance of those eyes, encircled by dark rings, impressed one by its perfect sincerity.  Everyone looking into those eyes fancied he knew her wholly, and knowing her, could not but love her.  At the sight of Anna, her whole face lighted up at once with a smile of delight.

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