Anna Karenina eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,033 pages of information about Anna Karenina.

“Yes, yes...just so...”  Oblonsky said, sighing.  “That’s what I’ve come for.  At least not solely for that...I’ve been made a Kammerherr; of course, one has to say thank you.  But the chief thing was having to settle this.”

“Well, God help you!” said Betsy.

After accompanying Betsy to the outside hall, once more kissing her hand above the glove, at the point where the pulse beats, and murmuring to her such unseemly nonsense that she did not know whether to laugh or be angry, Stepan Arkadyevitch went to his sister.  He found her in tears.

Although he happened to be bubbling over with good spirits, Stepan Arkadyevitch immediately and quite naturally fell into the sympathetic, poetically emotional tone which harmonized with her mood.  He asked her how she was, and how she had spent the morning.

“Very, very miserably.  Today and this morning and all past days and days to come,” she said.

“I think you’re giving way to pessimism.  You must rouse yourself, you must look life in the face.  I know it’s hard, but...”

“I have heard it said that women love men even for their vices,” Anna began suddenly, “but I hate him for his virtues.  I can’t live with him.  Do you understand? the sight of him has a physical effect on me, it makes me beside myself.  I can’t, I can’t live with him.  What am I to do?  I have been unhappy, and used to think one couldn’t be more unhappy, but the awful state of things I am going through now, I could never have conceived.  Would you believe it, that knowing he’s a good man, a splendid man, that I’m not worth his little finger, still I hate him.  I hate him for his generosity.  And there’s nothing left for me but...”

She would have said death, but Stepan Arkadyevitch would not let her finish.

“You are ill and overwrought,” he said; “believe me, you’re exaggerating dreadfully.  There’s nothing so terrible in it.”

And Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled.  No one else in Stepan Arkadyevitch’s place, having to do with such despair, would have ventured to smile (the smile would have seemed brutal); but in his smile there was so much of sweetness and almost feminine tenderness that his smile did not wound, but softened and soothed.  His gentle, soothing words and smiles were as soothing and softening as almond oil.  And Anna soon felt this.

“No, Stiva,” she said, “I’m lost, lost! worse than lost!  I can’t say yet that all is over; on the contrary, I feel that it’s not over.  I’m an overstrained string that must snap.  But it’s not ended yet...and it will have a fearful end.”

“No matter, we must let the string be loosened, little by little.  There’s no position from which there is no way of escape.”

“I have thought, and thought.  Only one...”

Again he knew from her terrified eyes that this one way of escape in her thought was death, and he would not let her say it.

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