Anna Karenina eBook

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

Two maidservants walking along the platform turned their heads, staring at her and making some remarks about her dress.  “Real,” they said of the lace she was wearing.  The young men would not leave her in peace.  Again they passed by, peering into her face, and with a laugh shouting something in an unnatural voice.  The station-master coming up asked her whether she was going by train.  A boy selling kvas never took his eyes off her.  “My God! where am I to go?” she thought, going farther and farther along the platform.  At the end she stopped.  Some ladies and children, who had come to meet a gentleman in spectacles, paused in their loud laughter and talking, and stared at her as she reached them.  She quickened her pace and walked away from them to the edge of the platform.  A luggage train was coming in.  The platform began to sway, and she fancied she was in the train again.

And all at once she thought of the man crushed by the train the day she had first met Vronsky, and she knew what she had to do.  With a rapid, light step she went down the steps that led from the tank to the rails and stopped quite near the approaching train.

She looked at the lower part of the carriages, at the screws and chains and the tall cast-iron wheel of the first carriage slowly moving up, and trying to measure the middle between the front and back wheels, and the very minute when that middle point would be opposite her.

“There,” she said to herself, looking into the shadow of the carriage, at the sand and coal dust which covered the sleepers—­ “there, in the very middle, and I will punish him and escape from everyone and from myself.”

She tried to fling herself below the wheels of the first carriage as it reached her; but the red bag which she tried to drop out of her hand delayed her, and she was too late; she missed the moment.  She had to wait for the next carriage.  A feeling such as she had known when about to take the first plunge in bathing came upon her, and she crossed herself.  That familiar gesture brought back into her soul a whole series of girlish and childish memories, and suddenly the darkness that had covered everything for her was torn apart, and life rose up before her for an instant with all its bright past joys.  But she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the second carriage.  And exactly at the moment when the space between the wheels came opposite her, she dropped the red bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the carriage, and lightly, as though she would rise again at once, dropped on to her knees.  And at the same instant she was terror-stricken at what she was doing.  “Where am I?  What am I doing?  What for?” She tried to get up, to drop backwards; but something huge and merciless struck her on the head and rolled her on her back.  “Lord, forgive me all!” she said, feeling it impossible to struggle.  A peasant muttering something was working at the iron above her.  And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.

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