Forgot your password?  

Resources for students & teachers

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

“How do you feel?” Levin asked in a whisper, after a silence.

“I feel I’m setting off,” Nikolay said with difficulty, but with extreme distinctness, screwing the words out of himself.  He did not raise his head, but simply turned his eyes upwards, without their reaching his brother’s face.  “Katya, go away!” he added.

Levin jumped up, and with a peremptory whisper made her go out.

“I’m setting off,” he said again.

“Why do you think so?” said Levin, so as to say something.

“Because I’m setting off,” he repeated, as though he had a liking for the phrase.  “It’s the end.”

Marya Nikolaevna went up to him.

“You had better lie down; you’d be easier,” she said.

“I shall lie down soon enough,” he pronounced slowly, “when I’m dead,” he said sarcastically, wrathfully.  “Well, you can lay me down if you like.”

Levin laid his brother on his back, sat down beside him, and gazed at his face, holding his breath.  The dying man lay with closed eyes, but the muscles twitched from time to time on his forehead, as with one thinking deeply and intensely.  Levin involuntarily thought with him of what it was that was happening to him now, but in spite of all his mental efforts to go along with him he saw by the expression of that calm, stern face that for the dying man all was growing clearer and clearer that was still as dark as ever for Levin.

“Yes, yes, so,” the dying man articulated slowly at intervals.  “Wait a little.”  He was silent.  “Right!” he pronounced all at once reassuringly, as though all were solved for him.  “O Lord!” he murmured, and sighed deeply.

Marya Nikolaevna felt his feet.  “They’re getting cold,” she whispered.

For a long while, a very long while it seemed to Levin, the sick man lay motionless.  But he was still alive, and from time to time he sighed.  Levin by now was exhausted from mental strain.  He felt that, with no mental effort, could he understand what it was that was right.  He could not even think of the problem of death itself, but with no will of his own thoughts kept coming to him of what he had to do next; closing the dead man’s eyes, dressing him, ordering the coffin.  And, strange to say, he felt utterly cold, and was not conscious of sorrow nor of loss, less still of pity for his brother.  If he had any feeling for his brother at that moment, it was envy for the knowledge the dying man had now that he could not have.

A long time more he sat over him so, continually expecting the end.  But the end did not come.  The door opened and Kitty appeared.  Levin got up to stop her.  But at the moment he was getting up, he caught the sound of the dying man stirring.

“Don’t go away,” said Nikolay and held out his hand.  Levin gave him his, and angrily waved to his wife to go away.

Follow Us on Facebook