Anna Karenina eBook

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

And again she could not help mimicking him:  “’Anna, ma chere; Anna, dear’!”

“He’s not a man, not a human being—­he’s a doll!  No one knows him; but I know him.  Oh, if I’d been in his place, I’d long ago have killed, have torn to pieces a wife like me.  I wouldn’t have said, ‘Anna, ma chere’!  He’s not a man, he’s an official machine.  He doesn’t understand that I’m your wife, that he’s outside, that he’s superfluous....  Don’t let’s talk of him!...”

“You’re unfair, very unfair, dearest,” said Vronsky, trying to soothe her.  “But never mind, don’t let’s talk of him.  Tell me what you’ve been doing?  What is the matter?  What has been wrong with you, and what did the doctor say?”

She looked at him with mocking amusement.  Evidently she had hit on other absurd and grotesque aspects in her husband and was awaiting the moment to give expression to them.

But he went on: 

“I imagine that it’s not illness, but your condition.  When will it be?”

The ironical light died away in her eyes, but a different smile, a consciousness of something, he did not know what, and of quiet melancholy, came over her face.

“Soon, soon.  You say that our position is miserable, that we must put an end to it.  If you knew how terrible it is to me, what I would give to be able to love you freely and boldly!  I should not torture myself and torture you with my jealousy....  And it will come soon, but not as we expect.”

And at the thought of how it would come, she seemed so pitiable to herself that tears came into her eyes, and she could not go on.  She laid her hand on his sleeve, dazzling and white with its rings in the lamplight.

“It won’t come as we suppose.  I didn’t mean to say this to you, but you’ve made me.  Soon, soon, all will be over, and we shall all, all be at peace, and suffer no more.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, understanding her.

“You asked when?  Soon.  And I shan’t live through it.  Don’t interrupt me!” and she made haste to speak.  “I know it; I know for certain.  I shall die; and I’m very glad I shall die, and release myself and you.”

Tears dropped from her eyes; he bent down over her hand and began kissing it, trying to hide his emotion, which, he knew, had no sort of grounds, though he could not control it.

“Yes, it’s better so,” she said, tightly gripping his hand.  “That’s the only way, the only way left us.”

He had recovered himself, and lifted his head.

“How absurd!  What absurd nonsense you are talking!”

“No, it’s the truth.”

“What, what’s the truth?”

“That I shall die.  I have had a dream.”

“A dream?” repeated Vronsky, and instantly he recalled the peasant of his dream.

“Yes, a dream,” she said.  “It’s a long while since I dreamed it.  I dreamed that I ran into my bedroom, that I had to get something there, to find out something; you know how it is in dreams,” she said, her eyes wide with horror; “and in the bedroom, in the corner, stood something.”

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