Anna Karenina eBook

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

“Yes, I have seen them,” answered Levin.

“But, I beg your pardon, I interrupted you...you were saying?...”

Levin asked if she had seen Dolly lately.

“She was here yesterday.  She was very indignant with the high school people on Grisha’s account.  The Latin teacher, it seems, had been unfair to him.”

“Yes, I have seen his pictures.  I didn’t care for them very much,” Levin went back to the subject she had started.

Levin talked now not at all with that purely businesslike attitude to the subject with which he had been talking all the morning.  Every word in his conversation with her had a special significance.  And talking to her was pleasant; still pleasanter it was to listen to her.

Anna talked not merely naturally and cleverly, but cleverly and carelessly, attaching no value to her own ideas and giving great weight to the ideas of the person she was talking to.

The conversation turned on the new movement in art, on the new illustrations of the Bible by a French artist.  Vorkuev attacked the artist for a realism carried to the point of coarseness.

Levin said that the French had carried conventionality further than anyone, and that consequently they see a great merit in the return to realism.  In the fact of not lying they see poetry.

Never had anything clever said by Levin given him so much pleasure as this remark.  Anna’s face lighted up at once, as at once she appreciated the thought.  She laughed.

“I laugh,” she said, “as one laughs when one sees a very true portrait.  What you said so perfectly hits off French art now, painting and literature too, indeed—­Zola, Daudet.  But perhaps it is always so, that men form their conceptions from fictitious, conventional types, and then—­all the combinaisons made—­they are tired of the fictitious figures and begin to invent more natural, true figures.”

“That’s perfectly true,” said Vorknev.

“So you’ve been at the club?” she said to her brother.

“Yes, yes, this is a woman!” Levin thought, forgetting himself and staring persistently at her lovely, mobile face, which at that moment was all at once completely transformed.  Levin did not hear what she was talking of as she leaned over to her brother, but he was struck by the change of her expression.  Her face—­so handsome a moment before in its repose—­suddenly wore a look of strange curiosity, anger, and pride.  But this lasted only an instant.  She dropped her eyelids, as though recollecting something.

“Oh, well, but that’s of no interest to anyone,” she said, and she turned to the English girl.

“Please order the tea in the drawing room,” she said in English.

The girl got up and went out.

“Well, how did she get through her examination?” asked Stepan Arkadyevitch.

“Splendidly!  She’s a very gifted child and a sweet character.”

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