Anna Karenina eBook

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They walked on for some steps in silence.  Varenka saw that he wanted to speak; she guessed of what, and felt faint with joy and panic.  They had walked so far away that no one could hear them now, but still he did not begin to speak.  It would have been better for Varenka to be silent.  After a silence it would have been easier for them to say what they wanted to say than after talking about mushrooms.  But against her own will, as it were accidentally, Varenka said: 

“So you found nothing?  In the middle of the wood there are always fewer, though.”  Sergey Ivanovitch sighed and made no answer.  He was annoyed that she had spoken about the mushrooms.  He wanted to bring her back to the first words she had uttered about her childhood; but after a pause of some length, as though against his own will, he made an observation in response to her last words.

“I have heard that the white edible funguses are found principally at the edge of the wood, though I can’t tell them apart.”

Some minutes more passed, they moved still further away from the children, and were quite alone.  Varenka’s heart throbbed so that she heard it beating, and felt that she was turning red and pale and red again.

To be the wife of a man like Koznishev, after her position with Madame Stahl, was to her imagination the height of happiness.  Besides, she was almost certain that she was in love with him.  And this moment it would have to be decided.  She felt frightened.  She dreaded both his speaking and his not speaking.

Now or never it must be said—­that Sergey Ivanovitch felt too.  Everything in the expression, the flushed cheeks and the downcast eyes of Varenka betrayed a painful suspense.  Sergey Ivanovitch saw it and felt sorry for her.  He felt even that to say nothing now would be a slight to her.  Rapidly in his own mind he ran over all the arguments in support of his decision.  He even said over to himself the words in which he meant to put his offer, but instead of those words, some utterly unexpected reflection that occurred to him made him ask: 

“What is the difference between the ‘birch’ mushroom and the ‘white’ mushroom?”

Varenka’s lips quivered with emotion as she answered: 

“In the top part there is scarcely any difference, it’s in the stalk.”

And as soon as these words were uttered, both he and she felt that it was over, that what was to have been said would not be said; and their emotion, which had up to then been continually growing more intense, began to subside.

“The birch mushroom’s stalk suggests a dark man’s chin after two days without shaving,” said Sergey Ivanovitch, speaking quite calmly now.

“Yes, that’s true,” answered Varenka smiling, and unconsciously the direction of their walk changed.  They began to turn towards the children.  Varenka felt both sore and ashamed; at the same time she had a sense of relief.

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