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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
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    Half Title
        Half Title 1
        Half Title 2
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents 1
        Table of Contents 2
    List of Illustrations
        List of Illustrations 1
        List of Illustrations 2
    Anna Karenin
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ANNA WELCOMES DOLLY (See page 94) Frontispiece


1873- 1876
Parts VI., VII., and VIII.

"Vengeance is mine, I will repay."



DARYA ALEKSANDROVNA and her children were passing
the summer at Pokr6vskoe, with her sister Kitty Levin.
The house in her own estate had all fallen to pieces, and
Levin and his wife persuaded her to stay during the sum-
mer with them. Stepan ArkAdevich only too readily ap-
proved of this arrangement. He said that he was sorry
that his official duties prevented his passing the summer
with his family in the country, which would have been
the greatest happiness for him; he remained in Moscow,
and now and then came to see them for a day or two at a
time. Besides the Obl6nskis, with all the children and
the governess, there was staying with the Levins during
that summer the old princess, who considered it her duty
to watch her inexperienced daughter who was in such a
condition. In addition to these, VYrenka, Kitty's friend
from abroad, was making good her promise, which was
that she would come to see her when she was married,
and was visiting her. All these were relatives and friends
of Levin's wife. And, although he liked them all, he was


a little sorry for his Levin world and order, which was
submerged by this influx of the "ShcherbAtski element,"
as he said to himself. Of his relatives he had with him
that summer Sergy6y Ivnovich, but he was not a man of
the Levin, but of the Koznysh6v type, so that the Levin
spirit was completely destroyed.
In Levin's house, which had long been empty, there
were now so many people that nearly all the rooms were
occupied, and nearly every day the old princess had to
count up all the persons present, as she seated herself at
the table, and put the thirteenth grandchild at a separate
little table. And Kitty, who attended carefully to her
household, had no end of trouble about procuring chick-
ens, turkeys, and ducks, of which, considering the summer
appetites of the guests and children, a large number were
The whole family were sitting at the table. Dolly's
children were making plans with their governess and with
Varenka about where they should go for mushrooms. Ser-
gy6y Ivinovich, who among all the guests enjoyed a rep-
utation for wit and learning, which almost amounted to a
worship, surprised everybody by taking part in the con-
versation about the mushrooms.
Take me along I am very fond of going out mush-
rooming," he said, looking at Varenka. I find that it is
a very good occupation."
All right, we are very glad," Varenka replied, blush-
ing. Kitty exchanged significant glances with Dolly.
The proposition of clever and learned Sergy6y Ivanovich
to go mushrooming with Varenka confirmed certain of
Kitty's suspicions which had latterly interested her very
much. She hastened to talk to her mother lest her
glance be noticed. After dinner Sergy6y Ivanovich sat
down with his cup of coffee at the window in the draw-
ing-room, continuing his interrupted conversation with his
brother, and glancing at the door from which the children


were to come, to start out for the mushrooms. Levin
seated himself on the window-sill, near his brother.
Kitty was standing beside her husband, apparently
waiting for the end of the conversation, which did not
interest her, in order to say something to him.
You have changed in many things since your marriage,
and for the better," said Sergy4y Ivinovich, smiling at
Kitty, and evidently little interested in the subject of
their conversation, but you have remained true to your
passion for defending the most paradoxical themes."
KAtya, it is not good for you to stand," said her hus-
band, moving up a chair for her, and looking significantly
at her.
Well, anyway, I have no time now," added SergyBy
Ivanovich, upon noticing the children who were running
In front of all, running sidewise, at a gallop, in her
tightly fitting stockings, and waving a little basket and
Sergydy Ivanovich's hat, was Tanya, who was making
straight for him.
She ran courageously up to Sergydy Ivanovich, and
with sparkling eyes, which so resembled her father's beau-
tiful eyes, handed him his hat and acted as though she
wanted to put it on his head, softening her daring with a
timid and gentle smile.
Vrenka is waiting," she said, cautiously putting on
his hat, having concluded from his smile that she might
do so.
Virenka was standing at the door, wearing now a yel-
low chintz dress and having her head tied with a white
I am coming, I am coming, Vdrvara Andreevna," said
Sergy4y Ivanovich, finishing his coffee and putting his
handkerchief and cigar-case away in his pockets.
What a charming girl my Varenka is Eh ?" Kitty
said to her husband, the moment Sergydy Ivanovich had


got up. She said it in such a way that Sergydy IvAnovich
could hear her, which was her obvious intention. "And
how pretty she is, how nobly beautiful! Varenka!"
Kitty called out. Will you be in the mill forest ? We
will go to see you."
"You absolutely forget your condition, Kitty," said the
old princess, coming hurriedly through the door. You
must not speak so loud."
Hearing Kitty's voice and her mother's reproach, Vi-
renka with light steps rushed up to Kitty. The rapidity
of her motions, the colour which covered her animated
face, -everything showed that something unusual was
taking place in her. Kitty knew what that unusual thing
was, and watched her attentively. She had called up
Varenka for no other reason than that she might mentally
bless her for the important event which, according to
Kitty's idea, was to be accomplished that very day, after
dinner, in the woods.
Vrenka, I shall be very happy if a certain thing will
happen," she said in a whisper, kissing her.
"And will you go with us ?" Varenka said to Levin, in
confusion, making it appear that she had not heard what
had been said.
"I will, but only as far as the threshing-floor, and there
I will stay."
"What do you want to do it for ? asked Kitty.
"I have to, to look at the new wagons and see what
they are doing," said Levin. And where will you be ?"
On the terrace."

ON the terrace all the feminine society was gathered.
They were all fond of sitting there after dinner, but on
that day they had some special work to do. In addition
to the making of baby shirts and crocheting of swaddling-
clothes, with which all were occupied, they were busy
making preserves without the addition of water, which
was a new method for Agafya Mikhiylovna. Kitty was
trying to introduce this method which had been practised
in her house. Agafya Mikhaylovna, to whom this matter
had been entrusted before, and who assumed that what
was done in the house of the Levins could not be bad,
nevertheless put water into the wild and the cultivated
strawberries, insisting that it was not possible to do it in
any other way; she was caught at it, and so now the
raspberries were boiling in their presence, and Agafya
Mikhaylovna was to be convinced that the preserves
would come out all right without the water.
Agafya Mikhaylovna, with heated and chagrined face,
dishevelled hair, and her lean arms bared above the elbow,
was giving a circular motion to the flat pot on the fire-
place and looking gloomily at the raspberries, hoping in
the depth of her heart that they might thicken and keep
from boiling. The princess, who felt that Agafya Mikhay-
lovna's anger was no doubt directed against her, as the
chief adviser in the making of the preserves, tried to look
as though she were busy at something else and was not
interested in the raspberry preserves, and talked about
other matters, but still kept stealthily an eye on the fire.
I always buy bargains in dresses for the girls," said


the princess, continuing the conversation on which they
had started. Had you not better take off the scum, my
dear ? she added, turning to Ag6fya Mikhaylovna. "You
don't have to do it yourself, and it is hot, too," she stopped
I will do it," said Dolly. She got up and began care-
fully to move the spoon over the frothing sugar, now and
then striking it against a plate, in order to remove that
which stuck fast to it. The plate was already filled with
variegated, yellowish pink scum, with streaks of blood-red
syrup. How they will lick it with their tea she was
thinking of her children, recalling how she, as a child,
used to wonder why the grown people did not eat the best
part, the scum.
Stiva says that it is much better to give them money,"
Dolly in the meantime continued the conversation, which
so interested her, about what it was best to do in giving
presents to the servants. But "
How can you give money!" the princess and Kitty
exclaimed in one voice. They appreciate it."
Well, I, for example, last year bought for our Matrdna
Sem6novna not poplin, but something of this kind," said
the princess.
I remember, she wore it on your name-day."
"Such a charming pattern, so simple and so elegant.
I would have made one for myself of the same, if she had
not had it. Something like Varenka's. So sweet, and so
Now, it seems it is all done," said Dolly, dripping the
syrup from the spoon.
If it comes in rings, it is done. Boil it a little while
longer, Ag6fya Mikhdylovna !"
"These flies!" Agifya Mikhaylovna said, angrily. "It
won't be any better," she added.
Oh, how sweet it is, don't frighten it! Kitty sud-
denly exclaimed, looking at a sparrow that had alighted


on the balustrade and, turning over the pedicel of a rasp-
berry, was nibbling at it.
Yes, but you must get farther away from the fire," said
her mother.
A props de VArenka," Kitty said in French, in which
language they were talking all the time, so that Agdfya
MikhAylovna.might not understand them. Do you know,
mamma, I for some reason expect a decision to-day. You
know what it is. How nice it would be!"
I must say you are a great match-maker !" said Dolly.
"How carefully and cleverly she is bringing them to-
gether !"
"Really, mamma, what do you think?"
"What is there to think ? He" (he was Sergy4y
Ivinovich) could always make the best match in Russia;
he is not so young now, but still I know many girls
would marry him even now She is a very good girl,
but he might "
Really, you must understand, mamma, that nothing
better could be imagined for either of them. In the first
place, she is a dear!" said Kitty, bending a finger.
He likes her pretty well,- that is evident," Dolly
confirmed her.
Then, he occupies such a position in society that he
needs neither a fortune nor a social position from his wife.
All he needs is a good, sweet, quiet wife."
"Yes, with her one may be quiet," Dolly confirmed her.
"In the third place, she has to love him. And that is
the case. That is, it would be so nice. I am waiting for
them to come back from the woods, and everything to be
decided. I shall see it at once by their eyes. It would
make me so happy What do you think, Dolly ?"
"Don't get so agitated. There is no need of getting
excited," her mother said.
But I am not, mamma. I think he will propose to her
this very day."


Oh, it is so strange when a man proposes, and the
manner in which he does it. There seems to be a barrier,
and suddenly it gives way," said Dolly, smiling pensively,
and recalling her past with Steptn ArkAdevich.
SMamma, how did papa propose to you ?" Kitty sud-
denly asked.
There was nothing especial; it was all very simple,"
the princess replied, but her face none the less brightened
up at this recollection.
Really, how did he ? You loved him before you were
permitted to speak, did you not ?"
Kitty experienced a peculiar charm in being able to
speak now with her mother as with an equal about these
most important questions in the life of a woman.
Of course he loved me; he used to come to see us in
the country."
"But how was it decided, mamma ?"
"You evidently think that you have invented something
new. It is always the same thing: it was decided with
the eyes, with smiles "
"How well you have expressed it, mamma! That's it:
with the eyes and with smiles," Dolly confirmed her.
But what words did he use?"
"What did Konstantin say to you ? "
"He wrote them with chalk. It was remarkable -
How remote it now seems to me!" she said.
And the three women fell to musing about the same
thing. Kitty was the first to break the silence. She re-
.called all that last winter before her marriage, and her
infatuation for Vr6nski.
" There is one thing that old infatuation of V6-
renka's," she said, thinking of it by a natural connection
of ideas. I had intended to tell Sergyey Ivinovich about
it, to prepare him for it. All men," she added, are
dreadfully jealous of our past."
"Not all," said Dolly. You are judging from your


husband. He is still suffering from the thought of Yr6n-
ski. Yes? Am I right ?"
"Yes," Kitty replied, pensively, smiling with her eyes.
"But what I cannot understand," the princess retorted,
to defend the maternal care she had taken of her daughter,
" is what past of yours has been troubling him ? That
Vr6nski had been paying you attentions? That happens
to every girl"
"But we are not talking about it," Kitty said, blushing.
"Excuse me," continued her mother, and then, you
yourself did not let me talk to Vr6nski, do you remem-
ber ?"
Oh, mamma!" Kitty said, with an expression of
Nowadays you can't be held back Your relations
could never have gone farther than would have been
proper; I should have challenged him myself. Besides,
my dear, it is not good for you to excite yourself. Please
remember that, and calm yourself!"
"I am quite calm, mamma."
"How fortunate that Anna happened to come then !"
said Dolly," and how unfortunate for her. Just exactly the
opposite," she added, startled at her thought. "Anna
was then so happy, and Kitty regarded herself as unhappy.
How exactly the opposite it is! I frequently think of
Think of better women She is a mean, contemptible
woman, without a heart," said her mother, who could not
forget that Kitty had married Levin, and not Vr6nski.
"What pleasure is there in talking about it?" Kitty
said, with'indignation. I am not thinking of it, and I do
not want to think of it, I do not want to think of it," she
repeated, listening to the familiar footsteps of her husband
on the staircase of the terrace.
"What is that about: I do not want to think of it' ?"
asked Levin, coming up on the terrace.


But nobody made any reply to him, and he did not
repeat the question.
"I am sorry to have disturbed your feminine realm,"
he said, casting a dissatisfied glance at everybody, and
concluding that they had been talking about something
which they would not have mentioned in his presence.
Still, he smiled, and went up to Kitty.
Well ?" he asked her, looking at her with the same ex-
pression with which all talked to her now.
"Nothing, all right," Kitty said, smiling, and how is it
with you ?"
They are hauling three times as much as a cart will
hold. Shall we go for the children ? I have ordered
them to hitch up."
"What, you want to take Kitty in the line carriage ?"
the mother said, reproachfully.
We mean to drive at a slow pace, princess."
Levin never called the princess mamma," as all sons-
in-law do, and that provoked the princess. But though
Levin loved and respected the princess he could not bring
himself to call her thus, without profaning his feeling for
his dead mother.
Come with us, mamma !" said Kitty.
"I do not want to look at your foolishness!"
"Well, I will walk. That will do me good." Kitty
got up, walked over to her husband and took his hand.
"It will, but everything in measure," said the princess.
"Well, Agafya Mikhaylovna, are the preserves done ?"
asked Levin, smiling at Agafya Mikhaylovna, and wishing
to cheer her up. Is it good according to the new style ?"
"I suppose it is. According to our way it is over-
It is better that way, Agifya Mikhaylovna. It will
not get soured. As it is, all of our ice is melted, and we
have no place in which to keep it," said Kitty, who at once
understood her husband's intention, and with the same


feeling addressed the old woman. "On the other hand,
your pickling is so fine that mamma says she has never
eaten the like," she added, smiling, and adjusting Agifya
Mikhaylovna's kerchief.
Agdfya Mikhdylovna looked angrily at Kitty.
"Don't console me, lady! It makes me happy enough
to look at you with him," she said, and the brusque ex-
pression with him touched Kitty.
"Go with us for mushrooms, you will show us the
Agdfya Mikhlylovna smiled and shook her head, as
much as to say, I should like to be angry with you, but
I can't."
"Please follow my advice !" said the old princess.
"Put a piece of paper on the preserves, and moisten it
with rum: it will not mould then, even without ice."

KITTY was exceedingly glad to be alone with her husband,
because she had observed a shadow of grief on his face,
which vividly reflected everything, at the moment when
he had come up on the terrace and had asked what they
had been talking about, without receiving any answer.
When they started out on foot, ahead of the rest, and
got out of sight of the house on the beaten, dusty road,
which was covered with rye ears and kernels, she leaned
more heavily on his arm and pressed it close to herself.
He had already forgotten the unpleasant impression of the
moment and, being all alone with her, experienced, now
that the thought of her pregnancy did not leave him for a
moment, that new and joyous sensation of the proximity
of a beloved woman, which was so entirely free from all
sensuality. There was nothing to talk about, but he
wanted to hear the sound of her voice, which now, with
her pregnancy, had changed as much as her looks. In her
voice, as in her looks, there was softness and seriousness,
something like what is to be seen in people who are all
the time concentrating their thoughts on one favourite
"So you will not get tired? Lean more against me,"
he said.
No, I am so glad to have a chance of being all alone
with you, and I must confess, no matter how happy I am
to have them with us, I regret our winter evenings


"That was good, but this is better. Both are better,"
he said, pressing her arm.
Do you know what we were talking about when you
came in ?"
"About the preserves."
"Yes, about the preserves too; and then about how
people propose."
"Ah!" said Levin, listening to the sound of her voice,
rather than to the words which she was saying, thinking
all the time about the road, which now passed through the
forest, and avoiding the places where she might make a
And about Sergy4y IvAnovich and Varenka. Have
you noticed ? I wanted it so much!" she continued.
" What do you think about it?" And she gazed at his
"I do not know what to think," Levin replied, smiling.
"Sergy6y is in that respect very strange to me. I told
you -
"Yes, that he was in love with the girl that died -"
That was when I was a child; I know by tradition.
I remember how he was then. He was a remarkably
nice man. But since then I have been observing him with
women: he is amiable, and some of them he likes, but one
feels that for him they are only people, and not women."
Yes, but now with Varenka It seems to me, there
is something "
Maybe there is But you must know him He
is a peculiar, a remarkable man. He lives only a spiritual
life. He is too pure and exalted."
"What ? Will this lower him ?"
No, but he has become so accustomed to living a spir-
itual life only that he cannot make his peace with reality,
and Varenka is after all a reality."
Levin had become used to expressing his thoughts
boldly, without taking the trouble of clothing them in


precise words; he knew that his wife would at such
moments of love understand what he meant to convey
from mere hints, and she actually did understand him.
Yes, but there is not in her that reality that there is
in me; I understand that he would never have fallen in
love with me. She is all spiritual -"
Not at all, he loves you very much, and it gives me
such pleasure to see that my family loves you -"
Yes, he is good to me, but "
But it is not the way it was with Nikol6y you
took a great liking to each other," Levin finished her sen-
tence. "Why not say it?" he added. I sometimes re-
proach myself : it will end by my forgetting him. What
a terrible and excellent man he was So what were
we talking about ? Levin said, after a moment's silence.
You think that he cannot fall in love," Kitty said,
interpreting it in her language.
"Not exactly that," Levin said, smiling, "but he does
not have that weakness which is necessary I always
envy him, and even now, while I am so happy, I envy
Do you envy him because he cannot fall in love ? "
I envy him because he is better than I," Levin said,
smiling. "He does not live for himself. His whole life
is subservient to duty. And so he can be calm and
"And you ?" Kitty said, with a sarcastic smile, full of
She would have been absolutely at a loss to explain
the course of ideas which made her smile; but her final
conclusion was that her husband, who was so enthu-
siastic about his brother and humbled himself before him,
was not sincere. Kitty knew that this insincerity was due
to the love which he had for his brother, to his scruples
about being too happy, and especially to a constant desire
to be better, and this she loved in him, and so smiled.


"And you ? What are you dissatisfied with ?" she
asked him, with the same smile.
Her incredulity in his dissatisfaction with himself gave
him pleasure, and he unconsciously provoked her to tell
him the causes of her incredulity.
I am happy, but dissatisfied with myself -" he
But how can you be dissatisfied if you are happy ?"
"That is, how shall I say it? In my heart I do not
wish for anything but that you should not stumble.
Really, you must not make such leaps!" he interrupted
his talk, to rebuke her for making too rapid a motion in
her attempt to step over a branch which was lying in the
road. But when I reflect on myself and compare myself
with others, especially with my brother, I find that I am
no good."
"Why?" Kitty continued, with the same smile.
"Don't you do for others? Your out-farms, and your
estate, and your book ? "
No, I feel, especially now, that you are to blame," he
said, pressing her arm, for this being so. I am doing it
just lightly. If I could love all that business as I love
you for I have been doing it of late as though it were
a school task."
Well, what will you say about papa ?" asked Kitty.
"So he, too, is no good because he has done nothing for
the common good ?"
"He? No. But one has to have that simplicity, that
clearness, that goodness, which your father has; have I
them ? I am not doing anything, and am tormented.
You have done it all. When you did not exist, and there
was not this," he said, with a glance at her abdomen,
which she understood, I used to put all my energy into
work; but now I cannot, and I feel ashamed; I am simply
doing a school task, I pretend -"
Well, would you want this moment to change places


with SergySy IvAnovich ?" said Kitty. "Would you like
to do that common good and love that school task, and
nothing more?"
Of course not," said Levin. However, I am so happy
that I do not understand a thing. And you really think
that he is going to propose to-day ?" he added, after some
I both think and do not think. Only I want it badly.
Wait!" she bent down and plucked an ox-eyed daisy at
the edge of the path. "Well, count it: he will propose,
he will not," she said, giving him the flower.
He will, he will not," said Levin, tearing off the nar-
row, white ray flowers.
"No, no!" Kitty stopped him, taking hold of his hand,
having watched his fingers in excitement. "You tore off
"But this little one does not count," he said, pulling
off a short, stunted petal. "And here the carriage has
caught up with us."
Are you not tired, Kitty ? called out the princess.
"Not in the least."
"Get in, if the horses are gentle, and the carriage is
driving at a slow pace."
But it was not worth while getting in. They were not
far now, and all went on foot.

VARENKA, in her white kerchief over her black hair,
surrounded by the children, and merrily occupied with
them, and apparently agitated by the possibility of a
declaration from a man whom she liked, was exceedingly
attractive. SergyBy Ivanovich was walking beside her,
looking all the time admiringly at her. As he gazed at
her, he recalled all the charming remarks which she had
made and everything good he knew about her, and became
more and more conscious of the fact that the sentiment
which he was experiencing toward her was something
especial, something which he had experienced a long time
ago, only once, during his youth. The feeling of joy at
being near to her, increasing all the time, reached such a
point that, as he was throwing into her basket an immense
boletus scaber on a thin stem with turned-up edges, which
he had found, he looked into her eyes and, noticing a
colour of joyous and frightened agitation, which flushed
her face, himself became embarrassed and silently smiled
at her a smile which said too much.
"If so," he said to himself, I must consider it and
make up my mind, and not abandon myself, like a boy,
to the infatuation of the moment."
"I will go to gather mushrooms separately from the
rest, for my contribution is small," he said. And he
went alone away from the edge of the forest, where they
were walking over the low, silk-like grass, between widely
distant old birch-trees, into the middle of the forest where,
between the white birch trunks could be seen the gray


trunks of the aspens and the darkling hazel-bushes. Ser-
gy4y Ivanovich walked about forty paces and went behind
a prick-wood bush in full bloom, with its rose-coloured
catkins; there he stopped, knowing that he could not be
seen. Around him everything was absolutely quiet. Only
above the tops of the birches, under which he was stand-
ing, the flies buzzed incessantly, like a swarm of bees, and
now and then the voices of the children were borne to
him. Suddenly, Varenka's contralto voice, calling Grisha,
was heard not far away, at the edge of the forest, and a
joyous smile appeared on Sergyey Ivanovich's face. Be-
coming conscious of this smile of his, he shook his head
disapprovingly at his condition and, taking out a cigar,
began to light it. For a long time he was unable to
strike fire with the match, by rubbing it against the
trunk of a birch-tree. The tender cuticle of the white
bark stuck to the phosphorus, and the fire went out.
Finally a match caught fire, and the fragrant smoke of
the cigar, rising as a broad, quivering sheet, tended defi-
nitely forward and upward, above the bush and beneath
the droopingibranches of the birch-tree. Watching the
streak of smoke, Sergydy Ivanovich moved on at a slow
pace, meditating on his condition.
"And why not?" he thought. "If it were an out-
burst or a passion, if I experienced only this attraction, -
this mutual attraction (I may say mutual), and felt that
it ran counter with the whole composition of my life -
If 1 felt that, in abandoning myself to this attraction, I
was untrue to my calling and sense of duty but there
is nothing of the kind. The one thing that I have to say
against it is that when I lost Marie I said to myself that
I should remain true to her memory. That is all I can
say against this sentiment-- That is important," he
said to himself, feeling at the same time that this reflec-
tion could have no importance for him personally, but at
best only spoiled his poetical reputation in the eyes of


other people. Outside of this, no matter how much I
may seek, I shall not find anything to say against my
sentiment. If I were to choose with my reason only, I
could not find anything better!"
No matter of how many women and girls of his ac-
quaintance he thought, he could not recall a single one
who to such a degree combined all, that was it, all
qualities, which, upon calm reflection, he wished to see in
a wife of his. She had all the charm and freshness of
youth, but was not a child, and, if she loved him, she
loved him consciously, as a woman ought to love: so
much for one thing. Secondly: she was not only far
from worldliness, but obviously despised society, and yet
knew it and had all those manners of a woman of good
society, without which a life companion was unthinkable
to Sergyey Ivdnovich. Thirdly: she was religious, -
not unaccountably religious and good, like a child, and as
Kitty was; but her life was based on religious convic-
tions. Even down to trifles he found in her everything
that he wanted of a wife: she was poor and lonely, so
that she would not bring along a crowd of relatives and
their influence to her husband's house, as was the case
with Kitty, but would be for everything grateful to her
husband, a thing which he had always desired for his fu-
ture domestic life.
And this girl, who combined all these qualities, loved
him. He was modest, but could not help seeing this.
And he loved her. The one consideration against it was
his age. But he came from a long-lived stock; he did
not have a single gray hair; nobody gave him more than
forty years, and he remembered that Varenka had said
that only in Russia did people regard themselves as old
at fifty, while in France a man of fifty years of age con-
sidered himself to be dans la force de l'tige, while a man
of forty ..was un jeune homme. But what did the num-
ber of years mean, since he felt himself as young at heart


as he had been twenty years before? Was it not youth
that he was experiencing now as he stepped out to the
edge of the forest on the other side and in the bright
light of the slanting sun-rays saw VArenka's graceful
figure, in her yellow dress, carrying the basket and walk-
ing with light steps past the trunk of an old birch, and
as the impression of Varenka's form blended with the
yellowing oat-field, which was bathed by the slanting
rays, and which startled him by its beauty, and, beyond
the field, with the far-off old forest, which was tinted with
yellow, and which welded with the azure distance ? His
heart was compressed with joy. A feeling of meekness
of spirit took possession of him. He felt that he had
made up his mind. Vdrenka, who had just stooped to
pick up a mushroom, got up with a flexible motion and
looked about her. SergyBy Ivinovich threw away his
cigar and walked over to her with determined steps.

VARVARA ANDREVNA, when I was very young I
formed an ideal of a woman, whom I fell in love with,
and whom I shall be happy to call my wife. I have
lived a long life, and have now for the first time found in
you what I have been looking for. I love you and offer
you my hand."
Sergy4y Ivanovich was saying that to himself when he
was within ten paces of Virenka. She got down on her
knees and, defending a mushroom from Grisha, was call-
ing up little Masha.
"This way, this way Little ones Lots of them! "
she said with her sweet chest tones.
When she saw Sergy4y Ivinovich approaching, she did
not get up and did not change her position; but every-
thing told him that she was conscious of his approach,
and was glad of it.
Well, have you found anything ?" she asked, behind
her white kerchief, turning to him her beautiful, softly
smiling countenance.
Not one," said Sergy6y Ivanovich. "And you ?"
She made no reply, being busy with the children who
were surrounding her.
"And that one, near the twig," she indicated to little
Masha a small russula which was cut across its flexible
pink cap by a dry grass-blade, underneath which it was
pushing its way up. Varenka rose, when Masha, break-
ing the russula into two white halves, picked it up.
"This reminds me of my childhood," she added, walking
away from the children to Sergy4y Ivanovich.


They took several steps in silence. Varenka saw that
he wanted to speak; she divined what it would be about,
and her heart was sinking from joy and terror. They got
so far away that no one could hear them, but he still kept
silence, and Varenka preferred not to say anything. After
a silence it would have been easier for them to say what
they wished than if they got to talking about the mush-
rooms; but against her will, as though by accident,
V~renka said:
So you have not found anything to-day ? Indeed, in
the middle of the forest there are never many to be found."
Sergy6y Iv6novich heaved a sigh and said nothing.
He was annoyed to hear her talk about mushrooms. He
wanted to bring her back to her first words, which she
had said about her childhood; but, as though against his
will, he, after some silence, replied to her last words:
"I have heard that the edules are generally found at
the edge of the forest, though I cannot tell an edulis."
A few minutes more passed and they had gone still
farther away from the children and were all alone.
V6renka's heart beat so strongly that she could hear its
palpitations and felt that she was blushing and growing
pale and blushing again.
To be the wife of such a man as Koznysh6v, after her
position with Madame Shtal, presented itself to her as the
acme of happiness. Besides, she was almost convinced
that she was in love with him. She felt terribly. And
whether he should say something or nothing, it would be
Now or never the declaration was to come; Sergydy
Ivanovich felt that, too. Everything in the glance, the
blush, and the drooping eyes of Varenka showed morbid
animation. Sergy4y Iv6novich saw that and felt sorry
for her. He even felt that not to say anything to her
now would be an insult to her. He quickly repeated in
his mind all the arguments in favour of his decision. He




also repeated the words in which he wished to propose to
her; but, by some unexpected combination, which just
then occurred to him, he suddenly asked:
"What difference is there between an edulis and a
scaber ?"
Virenka's lips were trembling from agitation, when she
replied :
There is hardly any difference in the cap, but they
differ as to their stems."
And, the moment these words were uttered, both of
them felt that the affair was settled, and that that which
ought to have been said, would not be, and their agitation,
which had reached the highest point, began to abate.
The stem of a boletus scaber reminds me of the beard
of a dark-complexioned man, which has not been shaved
for two days," SergyBy Ivanovich said, calmly.
Yes, that is so," VYrenka replied, smiling, and invol-
untarily the direction of their walk was changed. They
began to approach the children. V6renka felt both
pained and ashamed, but, at the same time, she expe-
rienced a feeling of relief.
When Sergyey Ivanovich returned home and examined
all his arguments, he found that he had not judged cor-
rectly. He could not be untrue to Marie's memory.

Softly, children, softly !" Levin called out to the chil-
dren, almost in an angry voice, as he stood up before his
wife, in order to defend her, when the crowd of children
flew toward them with screams of joy.
After the children, Sergy6y Iv6novih. and Varenka
came out of the woods. Kitty did not have to ask
Varenka; she saw by the calm and somewhat abashed
expressions of their faces that her plans had not been
"Well ?" her husband asked her, as they were return-
ing home.


It does not work," said Kitty, in smile and manner
reminding one of her father, in a way which Levin had
frequently observed in her with delight.
Why does it not work ?"
It is like this," she said, taking her husband's hand,
drawing it up to her mouth, and touching it with her
closed lips. As one kisses the bishop's hand."
"With whom does it not work ? he asked, laughing.
With both. It ought to be done like this-"
"Peasants are coming !"
"No, they did not see it."

DURING the children's tea, the grown people were sitting
on the veranda and talking as though nothing had happened,
although all, especially SergyBy IvAnovich and V6renka,
knew very well that a very important, though negative,
incident had taken place. Both of them experienced the
same sensation, something like what a pupil feels after
having failed in his examination, when he is left in the
same class, or is entirely excluded from the institution.
All persons present, feeling that something important had
taken place, were talking with animation about extrane-
ous matters. Levin and Kitty felt on that evening par-
ticularly happy and in love with each other. And their
being happy in their love included a disagreeable refer-
ence to those who wanted the same and did not get it, -
and so they felt ashamed.
Remember what I say, Aleksandr will not come," said
the old princess.
Stepan Ark6devich was expected that evening, and the
old prince had written that he, too, would probably come.
"And I know why," continued the princess. He
says that a young couple must be left alone."
"Papa has abandoned us altogether. We have not
seen him," said Kitty. How can we be called a young
couple? We are old people now."
"But if he does not come, I will bid you good-bye, my
children," the princess said, with a sad sigh.
"Don't say that, mamma !" both daughters attacked


"Think how he must feel! Now -"
And suddenly the voice of the old princess began to
tremble. The daughters grew silent and exchanged
glances. Mamma will always discover some doleful
subject," both said with that glance. They did not know
that, no matter how happy the princess felt at her
daughter's, no matter how much she felt herself needed
there, she had been feeling painfully sad for her own sake
and for the sake of her husband, ever since they had got
their last daughter married and the family nest had been
What is it, Agifya Mikhiylovna ?" Kitty suddenly
asked Agifya Mikhbylovna, who had stopped with a
mysterious look and a significant expression on her face.
"About the supper."
That is nice," said Dolly. Go and attend to it, and
I will go with Grisha and have him recite his lesson. He
has not done anything yet to-day."
"I will attend to that lesson No, Dolly, I will go,"
said Levin, jumping up.
Grisha, who had already entered the gymnasium, had to
review his lessons during the summer. Darya Aleksdn-
drovna, who had studied Latin together with her son in
Moscow, had made it her rule, after her arrival at Levin's,
to go over with him, at least once a day, the most diffi-
cult lessons in arithmetic and in Latin. Levin had offered
himself to teach him, but the mother, who had once been
present at his lesson, and had observed that he was not
teaching in the same manner in which the tutor had done
it in Moscow, in embarrassment, and trying not to offend
Levin, told him definitely that the lessons had to be pre-
pared by the book, as the teacher had taught them, and
that she had better attend to them herself. Levin was
indignant at StepAn ArkAdevich because, in his careless-
ness, he did not himself watch the instruction of his boy,
but left it to his mother, who did not understand a thing


about it, and at the teachers for teaching the children so
badly; and he promised his sister-in-law that he would
conduct the instruction as she wanted it. And he con-
tinued to work with Grisha, not according to his method,
but according to the book, and so did it reluctantly and
frequently forgot the time of his lesson. Even thus it
had happened on that day.
"No, I will go, Dolly, and you stay here," he said.
"We shall do everything in the proper way, according
to the book. But when Stiva comes, we will go out
hunting, and then we shall have to miss the lessons."
And Levin went away with Grisha.
Something similar Varenka said to Kitty. Even in
the happy, well-managed house of the Levins, Virenka
knew how to make herself useful.
"I will order the supper, and you stay here," she said,
getting up to go with Agifya Mikhaylovna.
"Yes, yes, no doubt they did not find any chicks. If
so, take the -" said Kitty.
"Agafya Mikhiylovna and I will fix it all," and
Varenka disappeared with her.
"What a sweet girl!" said the princess.
"Not sweet, mamma, but simply superb, such as it is
hard to find nowadays."
So you are expecting Step6n Arkidevich to-night ?"
said Sergydy Ivanovich, who evidently did not wish to
have the conversation about V6renka continued. It
would be hard to find two brothers-in-law who resemble
each other less," he said, with a sarcastic smile. "One is
mercurial and lives only in society, like a fish in the
water; the other, our Konstantin, is lively, quick, sensi-
tive to everything, but the moment he gets into society, his
heart sinks in him, or he struggles senselessly, like a fish
on the land."
Yes, he is very frivolous," said the princess, turning
to Sergydy Ivanovich. "I wanted to ask you to talk


with him and tell him that she (she pointed to Kitty)
" cannot possibly stay here, but ought by all means to go
to Moscow. He says he wants to send for a doctor "
"Mamma, he will do everything, he assents to every-
thing," said Kitty, with annoyance at her mother for
invoking the aid of Sergydy Ivinovich in this matter.
In the middle of their conversation the neighing of
horses and the sound of wheels on the gravel was heard
in the avenue of trees.
Dolly had not yet had time to get up to meet her
husband, when down-stairs Levin jumped out of the win-
dow of the room in which Grisha had been studying, and
took Grisha out through it.
It is Stiva!" Levin called out below the balcony.
" We are through, Dolly, don't be afraid !" he added, start-
ing like a boy to run toward the carriage.
Is, ea, id, ejus, ejus," shouted Grisha, leaping down
the avenue.
And somebody else. No doubt papa!" Levin ex-
claimed, stopping at the entrance of the avenue. "Kitty,
don't go down the steep staircase, but go around !"
But Levin was mistaken in his supposition that the
other person in the carriage was the old prince. When
he went up to it, he saw beside Stepan Arkidevich, not the
prince, but a handsome, plump young man in a Scotch cap,
with long ribbons behind. That was VAsenka Vesl6vski,
a cousin of the ShcherbAtskis twice removed,-a bril-
liant young man of St. Petersburg and Moscow, a first-
class fellow and an impassioned hunter," as Stepan
Arkadevich introduced him.
Not in the least embarrassed by the disappointment
which he produced by having come in place of the old
prince, Vesl6vski exchanged merry greetings with Levin,
reminding him of their former acquaintance, and, picking
up Grisha, lifted him into the carriage, over the pointer,
which Steptn Ark6devich was bringing along with him.


Levin did not get into the carriage, but walked behind
it. He was a little annoyed because the old prince,
whom he loved more, the more he knew of him, had not
come, and also because this Vasenka Vesl6vski, a stranger
and a superfluous man, had arrived. He appeared the
more a stranger and a superfluous man to him, when,
upon reaching the porch, where the whole animated
crowd of the grown people and of the children were
gathered, he saw that Visenka Vesl6vski was kissing
Kitty's hand in a peculiarly amiable and gallant manner.
Your wife and I are cousins, and old acquaintances,"
Visenka Vesl6vski said, again giving Levin a firm
pressure of his hand.
Well, is there any game ?" Stepin Arkadevich, who
had hardly had time to exchange greetings with every-
body, said to Levin. "He and I have most cruel inten-
tions Why, mamma, they have not been in Moscow
since then Here, TAnya, is something for you i Get
it out from the back of the carriage," he kept talking in all
directions. How much fresher you look, Dolly," he said
to his wife, once more kissing her hand, holding it in his
own, and patting it with his other hand.
Levin, who but a minute ago had been in the happiest
frame of mind, now looked gloomily at everybody, and it
all displeased him.
Whom did he kiss yesterday with those lips ?" he
thought, looking at Stepan Ark6devich's tenderness to his
wife. He looked at Dolly, and she, too, displeased him
She does not believe in his love. So what is she so
happy about ? It is disgusting !" thought Levin.
He looked at the princess, who had been so dear to
him a minute ago, and he disliked the manner in which
she received that Vasenka Vesl6vski, with his ribbons, as
though it were to her own house.
Even Sergy4y Iv6novich, who, too, had come out on the


porch, appeared to him disagreeable by that feigned friend-
ship with which he met StepAn Arkadevich, though he
knew full well that his brother did not like, nor respect,
And even VYrenka was disgusting to him, seeing with
what an aft of a sainte nitouche she made the acquaintance
of that gentleman, whereas all she thought of was how to
get married.
But more disgusting was Kitty, as she fell in with that
tone of merriment, with which that gentleman regarded
his arrival in the country as a holiday for himself and for
everybody else; she was especially disagreeable to him on
account of the peculiar smile with which she replied to
Vesl6vski's smiles.
Talking noisily, they all went into the house; but the
moment they all were seated, Levin turned around and
left the room.
Kitty saw that something was the matter with her
husband. She wanted to absent herself for a moment, in
order to have a private chat with her husband, but he
hurried away from her, saying that he had to go to the
office. His farm affairs now seemed to him more impor-
tant than they had been for a long time. Everything
is a holiday for them," he thought, but here affairs are
by no means of a holiday character: they brook no delay,
and without them one cannot live."

LEVfN returned home only when he was sent for to
come to supper. On the staircase stood Kitty and Agafya
Mikhaylovna, consulting about the wine for the supper.
But why are you making such a fuss? Serve the
usual wine "
No, Stiva does not drink it Konstantin, wait a
minute! What is the matter with you ?" said Kitty,
hurrying after him, but he ruthlessly, without waiting for
her, strutted with long steps into the dining-room, and
immediately took part in the animated conversation, which
was there carried on by VAsenka Vesl6vski and Stepin
Well, shall we go out hunting to-morrow ?" asked
Step6n Arkadevich.
Please, let us go !" said Vesl6vski, seating himself side-
wise on another chair, and tucking his fat leg under him.
"I am very glad, let us go Have you been hunting
this year ?" Levin said to Vesl6vski, fixedly watching his
leg, but with a feigned politeness, which Kitty knew so
well, and which so little agreed with him. "I do not
know whether we shall find any double-snipes, but there
are plenty of woodcocks. Only we must leave early.
Won't you get tired? Are you not tired, Stiva?"
"Am I tired ? I never get tired. Let us stay up all
night Let us go out walking "
Really, let us stay up Superb!" Vesl6vski assented.
Oh, we are convinced of your being able to stay up and
keep others from sleeping," Dolly said to her husband, with


that faint irony which she now nearly always employed
toward him. So far as I am concerned, it is time now to
go to bed I am going, -I shall not eat any supper."
"No, stay, Dolly!" said Stepan Arkddevich, walking
over to her side of the large table, at which they were
eating their supper. I will tell you a number of things."
"I suppose you have nothing."
"Do you know Vesl6vski has called on Anna. He is
now going there again. They live within seventy versts
of you. I, too, will go there, by all means. Vesl6vski,
come here !"
Visenka went up to the ladies and sat down beside
Oh, tell us, if you please, were you there ? How is
she ?" Dirya Aleksandrovna turned to him.
Levin remained at the other end of the table and,
though talking all the time with the princess and with
VWrenka, saw that between Stepan Arkadevich, Dolly,
Kitty, and Vesl6vski there was going on an animated and
mysterious conversation. Not only that, he saw in the
face of his wife an expression of a serious feeling, as she,
without taking her eyes off, was looking at the handsome
face of Vasenka, who was telling something in an animated
"Everything is very nice with them," Vasenka was
saying about Vr6nski and Anna. Of course, I do not
take it upon myself to pass judgment, but in their house
one feels as though one were in a family."
"What do they intend to do ?"
I think they want to go to Moscow for the winter."
"How nice it would be for us to meet there When
are you going there ?" Stepin Ark6devich asked Vasenka.
"I shall pass the month of July with them."
"Will you go ?" StepAn Arkadevich turned to his wife.
"I have been wanting to, and I certainly will," said
Dolly. "I am sorry for her, and I know her. She is a


beautiful woman. I will go there by myself, when you
leave, and thus I shall not embarrass anybody. It will
be even better without you."
Very well'" said Stepan Arkadevich, and you, Kitty ?"
I ? Why should I go ?" Kitty said, with a flushed face,
looking back at her husband.
Are you acquainted with Anna Arkadevna ?" Vesl6v-
ski asked her. She is a very attractive woman."
Yes," she replied to Vesl6vski, blushing even more.
She got up and went over to her husband.
So you are going out to hunt to-morrow ?" she said.
His jealousy of her had taken a big start in those few
minutes, especially on account of the blush which had
covered her cheeks, as she had been talking to Vesl6vski.
As he was now listening to her words, he comprehended
them in his own way. Though later it seemed strange to
him to think of it, just then it was clear to him that,
in asking him whether he was going out to hunt, she was
interested only to find out whether he was going to afford
that pleasure to Vasenka Vesl6vski, with whom she, ac-
cording to his ideas, was already in love.
"Yes, I will," he replied to her, in an unnatural voice,
which was disgusting even to himself.
You had better stay here to-morrow, for Dolly has not
had a chance of seeing her husband; you can go day after
to-morrow," said Kitty.
The meaning of Kitty's words, as now translated by
Levin, was as follows: "Do not separate me from him ; I
do not mind your going away, but let me enjoy the com-
pany of this charming young man !"
Oh, if you want us to, we will stay to-morrow," Levin
replied, with peculiar amiability.
In the meantime Vdsenka, who did not in the least
suspect the suffering which his presence was causing, rose
from the table soon after Kitty and followed her, watching
her with a smiling, kindly glance.


Levin saw this glance. He grew pale and for a minute
could not draw his breath. "How dare a man look that
way at my wife!" it boiled within him.
"So it is to-morrow ? Let us go by all means," said
VTsenka, sitting down on a chair and bending his leg in
his habitual fashion.
Levin's jealousy went even farther. He already saw
himself a deceived husband, whom his wife and her lover
needed only to furnish them the comforts and the pleas-
ures of life But, in spite of it, he hospitably and ami-
ably asked VYsenka about his hunts, his gun, and his
boots, and consented to going on the next day.
Luckily for Levin, the old princess put an end to his
sufferings by getting up herself and advising Kitty to re-
tire. But here again Levin did not get along without new
suffering. Bidding the hostess good night, Visenka again
wanted to kiss her hand, but Kitty, blushing, with naive
rudeness, for which she was later reprimanded by her
mother, said, turning away her hand:
"That is not customary with us."
In Levin's eyes she was to blame for having permitted
such relations, and still more guilty for having shown so
awkwardly that she did not like them.
"Who wants to go to sleep!" said Stepan Arkddevich,
who, after the several glasses of wine imbibed at supper,
had fallen into his exceedingly sweet and poetical mood.
" Look there, Kitty !" he said, pointing at the moon which
was rising behind the lindens. "How beautiful! Vesl6v-
ski, this is the time for a serenade. You know he has a
charming voice, we have been singing together on the
way up. He has brought with him some exquisite ro-
mances, two new ones. He ought to sing with Var-
vara Andreevna."

After all had scattered, Stepin Arkadevich for a
long time kept walking with Vesl6vski through the ave-


nues, and their voices could be heard practising together
a new romance.
Listening to these voices, Levin sat, with a scowl, in a
chair in his wife's sleeping-room and kept stubborn si-
lence to all her questions what the matter with him was;
but when at last, she herself, smiling timidly, asked him,
" Is there something that has displeased you in Vesl6vski ?"
his fury broke loose in him, and he made a clean breast of
everything; what he was telling her offended him, and so
irritated him even more.
He was standing before her with eyes glistening terri-
bly beneath scowling brows, and pressing his powerful
arms against his breast, as though straining all his mus-
cles in order to hold himself back. The expression of his
face would have been surly and even cruel, if it had not
at the same time expressed suffering, which touched her.
His cheeks quivered, and his voice faltered.
Understand me that I am not jealous: that is a des-
picable word. I cannot be jealous and believe that I
cannot say what I feel, but it is terrible -I am not
jealous, but I am insulted, humiliated by the thought
that a person dare think, dare look at you with such
eyes "
With what eyes ?" asked Kitty, trying in all sincerity
to recall all the words and gestures of the evening, and all
their shades of meaning.
In the depth of her heart she found that there had been
something when he had followed her to the other end of
the table, but she did not dare to acknowledge that fact to
herself, and much less did she have the courage to tell
him so and thus to increase his suffering.
What attraction can I have for a person, when I am
such as I am now ? "
"Oh !" he exclaimed, grasping his head. You had
better not say anything! It means that if you were at-
tractive -"


But no, Konstantin, wait, and listen to me!" she said,
looking at him with an expression of suffering and of
compassion. "What can you be thinking of ? I tell you
there are no men for me, there are none Well, do you
want me not to see anybody ? "
At the first moment this jealousy was offensive to her;
it annoyed her to hear that she was prohibited the least
distraction, even of the most innocent character, but now
she would gladly have sacrificed not only such trifles, but
everything for his peace, in order to free him from the
suffering which he was undergoing.
"You must understand the terror and comicalness of
my situation," he continued, in a desperate whisper, "for
he is in my house and has really done nothing improper
except for that volubility of his and his way of tucking
up his legs. He regards it as the best kind of manners,
and so I have to be amiable to him."
"But, Konstantin, you exaggerate," said Kitty, in the
depth of her heart rejoicing at that power of that love for
her, which was now expressed in his jealousy.
Most terrible of all is the fact that you are just the same
as ever, and now that you are such a holiness to me, and we
are so happy, so uncommonly happy, and suddenly that
scamp No, not a scamp, why should I call him
names ? I have no business with him. But your happi-
ness, and mine ?"
Do you know, I understand what has caused it all,"
began Kitty.
"What? What ?"
"I saw you looking at us as we were talking at supper."
"Well, yes, yes!" Levin said, in fright.
She told him what they had been talking about. As
she was telling him this, she was breathless with excite-
ment. Levin kept silence, then gazed at her frightened
face, and suddenly grasped his head.
Ktya, I have worn you out Darling, forgive me !


It is madness! Kitya, I am to blame for it all. How
could I have allowed myself to be tormented so by such a
trifle ? "
Really, I am sorry for you."
"Forme? For me? What amI? Amadman! And
what about you ? It is terrible to think that any stranger
may destroy our happiness."
Of course that is offensive."
"No, on the contrary, I will purposely invite him to
stay the whole summer with us, and will lose myself in
civilities," said Levin, kissing her hand. "You shall see !
To-morrow Yes, it is true, we shall go to-morrow."


ON the following day, the ladies were still asleep, when
the hunters' vehicles, a line carriage and a cart, were
already standing in front of the house, and Laska, who had
made up her mind early in the morning that they were
going out to hunt, and who had whimpered and jumped
about all she cared to, was sitting in the line carriage
near the coachman, in agitation and disapprobation of the
delay, looking at the door, from which the hunters were
so late in coming. First came V6senka Vesl6vski, in tall
hunter's boots, which reached up to the middle of his stout
thigh, in a green blouse girded by a new pouch belt that
smelled of the leather, and in his Scotch cap with the
ribbons, and with a new English gun without strap or
strap rings. Laska leaped toward him, greeted him, and,
jumping up, asked him in her own way how soon it would
be before they would be out, and, receiving no reply from
him, returned to her post of waiting, and again lay motion-
less, twisting her head sidewise, and pricking one of her
ears. Finally the door opened with a clatter, and out flew,
circling and whirling in the air, Krak, Step6n Ark6de-
vich's yellow, spotted pointer, and came Step6n Arkadevich
himself with a gun in his hands and a cigar in his mouth.
" Quiet, quiet, Krak he called out gently to the dog, who
was throwing up his paws on his abdomen and chest, and
clutching at the game-bag. Step6n Arkadevich wore
peasant leggings, a ragged pair of trousers, and a short
overcoat. On his head he had a ruin of a hat, but the


gun was of the latest design and a joy to look at, and his
game-bag and pouch, though worn, were of the best make.
Visenka Vesl6vski had never before known what real
hunter's dandyism was, to be dressed in rags, and have
the hunter's appliances of the best quality. He now un-
derstood it as he looked at Stepan Arkidevich, who, in his
tatters, beamed with his elegant, well-fed, merry figure of
a gentleman, and he decided that he would by all means
fix himself that way for his next chase.
Well, and our host ?" he asked.
"A young wife," Stepin Arkadevich said, smiling.
"Yes, and such a charming wife!"
"He was dressed. No doubt he has run back to her."
Step6n Arkidevich guessed it rightly. Levin had run
back to his wife, to ask her once more whether she had
forgiven him his stupidity of the day before and to beg
her, for Christ's sake, to be as careful as possible. The
main thing was to keep away as far as possible from the
children, they might push her. Besides, he had to get
from her once more the confirmation of the fact that she
was not angry with him for leaving her for two days, and
again to ask her to be sure and send him a note in the
morning by a rider,- to write him just two words, so
that he might know that she was well.
It pained Kitty, as it always did, to be separated from
her husband for two days; but, when she saw his ani-
mated figure, which appeared uncommonly large in his
hunter's boots and white blouse, and a certain gleam of
a hunter's excitement, so incomprehensible to her, she re-
joiced with him and forgot her grief and merrily bid him
Pardon me, gentlemen !" he said, running out on the
porch. Have they put in the lunch ? Why did you put
the chestnut one on the right ? Well, let it be. LUska, stop,
go and take your place "
"Put them with the heifers he turned to the cattle-


tender, who was waiting at the porch to receive his orders
about the steers. "Excuse me, here comes another ras-
Levin jumped down from the carriage, in which he was
already seated, and went up to the contractor, who was com-
ing toward the porch with a measure in his hand.
You did not go to the office yesterday, and now you
are keeping me back. What is it?"
"Permit me to make another turn. Just to add three
steps. We will strike it just right. It will be much more
"You had better listen to what I have to say," Levin
replied, angrily. "I told you to put up the string-boards
first, and then to cut out the steps. You can't fix it now.
Do as I tell you: make a new staircase !"
The point was that in a wing which was going up
the carpenter had ruined a staircase, having made it sepa-
rately, without considering the elevation, so that the steps
all turned out to be slanting when the staircase was put
in place. Now the carpenter wanted to leave the staircase
as it was and merely add three steps to them.
"It will be much better."
"Where will it come out with those three additional
steps ?"
"If you please, sir," the carpenter said, with a con-
temptuous smile, it will be just the thing. So to speak,
it will be picked up from underneath," he said, with a
convincing gesture, "and it will go and go and get
But the three steps will add to the length, so where
will it all come to ? "
"As it will be lifted from underneath, it will come out
all right," the carpenter said, stubbornly and convincingly.
"It will abut against the ceiling and against the wall."
"Excuse me, sir. It will come up from below. It will
go and go and get there."


Levin took out the ramrod and began to draw the stair-
case in the dust.
"Well, do you see?"
As you please," said the carpenter, with beaming eyes,
at last understanding the matter. Evidently I shall have
to make a new staircase."
"That's it: do as you are ordered," called out Levin,
seating himself in the carriage. "Go! Hold the dogs,
Filipp !"
Having left all his domestic and farm cares behind him,
Levin now experienced such a strong sensation of the joy
of life and of expectancy, that he did not feel like talking.
Besides, he experienced that feeling of concentrated agita-
tion, which is experienced by every hunter as he ap-
proaches the place of action. If anything interested him
at all, it was the questions about whether they would find
anything in the Kdlpen swamp, about how LAska would
show up in comparison with Krak, and about what luck
in shooting he would have to-day. How he might avoid
making a bad showing before a new man, and how he might
prevent Obl6nski from beating him in shooting, also passed
through his mind.
Obl6nski was experiencing a similar feeling and was
himself incommunicative. Vdsenka Vesl6vski was the only
one who never stopped talking. Now, listening to him,
Levin felt ashamed of the injustice he had done him the
night before. Vasenka was indeed a fine fellow, simple,
good-natured, and jolly. If Levin had made his closer
acquaintance when he was a bachelor, he would have be-
come an intimate friend of his. What a little displeased
Levin was his holiday relation to life and a certain non-
chalance of elegance. It was as though he acknowledged
his high, unquestionable importance for having long nails,
and a cap, and everything else corresponding to it; but
that was excusable in consideration of his good nature and
decency. Levin liked him for his good education, his su-


perb pronunciation of French and English, and for being a
man of his world.
Vdsenka took quite a liking to the Don steppe horse,
which was on the left side. He kept admiring it. What
a joy it is to gallop through the steppe on a steppe horse.
Eh ? Is it not so ?" he said. He imagined something
wild and poetical in that ride on a steppe horse, in which
there was really nothing; but his naivete, especially in
conjunction with his handsome appearance, sweet smile,
and grace of motions, was very attractive. Whether it
was that his nature was sympathetic to Levin, or because
Levin, to atone for the sin of the previous night, tried to
find everything good in him, Levin was happy in his
When they had driven about three versts, Vesl6vski
suddenly thought of his cigars and his pocketbook, and
could not tell whether he had lost them, or had left them
on the table. The pocketbook contained 370 roubles, and
so it could not be left that way.
"You know, Levin, I will ride back on this Don off
horse. That will be fine. Eh ?" he said, getting ready
to mount it.
No, why should you ?" replied Levin, who calculated
that VYsenka weighed probably not less than two hundred
pounds. I will send the coachman."
The coachman rode back on the off horse, and Levin
himself attended to the span that was left.




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"WELL, what is our route? Do tell us," said Stepin
The plan is as follows: now we are going as far as
Gv6zdevo. In Gv6zdevo, on this side of it, there is a
double-snipe bog, and beyond Gv6zdevo there are superb
woodcock bogs, and there are snipes there too. Now it is
hot, and we shall get there in the evening (twenty versts)
and will hunt in the evening; we shall stay overnight,
and to-morrow we will make the large bogs."
"And is there nothing on the way ?"
There is; but we shall only lose time, and it is hot.
There are two fine little places, but there is hardly any-
thing there."
Levin himself was anxious to go to those little places,
but they were near to the house, and he could take them
any time; besides, there would not be enough there for
three men to shoot. And so he was not frank, when he
said that there was hardly anything there. As they
reached a small bog, Levin wanted to drive on, but Stepdn
Arkidevich, with the look of an experienced hunter, im-
mediately described the swale, which was visible from the
Had we not better stop here ?" he said, pointing to
the swamp.
"Levin, please i How nice it is !" Vasenka Vesl6vski
began to implore him, and Levin could not help but
They had not yet had time to stop when the dogs,


racing against each other, were already making for the
Krak i Laska i"
The dogs returned.
"It will be too small for three. I will stay here," said
Levin, hoping that they would not find anything but
plovers, which rose at the approach of the dogs and,
rolling in their flight, cried pitifully over the bog.
"Do come with us, Levin Let us go together," Ves-
16vski called out to him.
Really, it is too small. Lsska, back! Laska! You
do not need the two dogs, do you ? "
Levin remained at the line carriage, looking enviously
at the hunters. There was nothing in that swamp but a
hen and some plovers, of which V6senka killed one.
You see yourselves that I was not trying to save the
swamp," said Levin. It is only loss of time."
It is fun all the same. Did you see it ?" said Vasenka
Veslovski, awkwardly climbing into the carriage, with his
gun and the plover in his hands. "How nicely I killed
it! Don't you think so? Well, how soon shall we get
to the real place?"
The horses gave a sudden start, and Levin hit his head
against the barrel of somebody's gun, and a shot was heard.
So it seemed to Levin, but the gun was discharged first.
The trouble was that Visenka Vesl6vski, who was un-
cocking his gun, was pressing against one trigger and
letting down the other cock. The shot went into the
ground, doing no harm to any one. Stepin Arkadevich
shook his head and laughed reproachfully at Vesl6vski.
But Levin did not have the heart to reprimand him. In
the first place, every rebuke would have appeared to be
provoked by the danger which had just been passed, and
by the bump, which had made its appearance on Levin's
brow; secondly, Vesl6vski was so naively chagrined at
first, and later laughed so good-naturedly and fascinatingly


at the general commotion, that he could not help laughing
When they reached the second swamp, which was fairly
large and would have taken much time, Levin tried to
persuade them not to get out. But Vesldvski again im-
plored him to let them go. This time again, as the
swamp was narrow, Levin, as a hospitable host, stayed
with the vehicles.
The moment they started out, Krak made for the
knolls. Vasenka Vesl6vski was the first to run after
the dog. Before Stepin Arkidevich had come up, a snipe
flew up, Vesl6vski missed it, and the snipe alighted in the
unmowed field. Vesl6vski was allowed to fetch that snipe.
Krak found it again, and Vesl6vski killed it, and came
back to the vehicles.
"You go now, and I will stay with the horses," he said.
A hunter's envy was now beginning to work in Levin.
He turned the lines over to Vesl6vski, and went into the
LIska, who had been pitifully whining and complaining
of the injustice, bore forward to the promising tufty place,
which Levin was familiar with, and into which Krak had
not yet gone.
Why don't you stop her ?" shouted Stepin Arkide-
"She will not scare them up," replied Levin, looking
joyfully at the dog, and hastening after her.
The nearer Laska, in her search, came to the familiar
knolls, the more and more serious did she get. A small
swamp bird distracted her attention for but a moment.
She made a circle in front of the knolls, began a second,
and suddenly shivered and stopped stark-still.
Go, go, Stiva exclaimed Levin, feeling his heart
beat more strongly, and suddenly it was as though a latch
had been lifted in his strained ear, and all the sounds,
having lost the proportion of distance, began to startle


him in a disorderly, but distinct manner. He heard the
tread of Step6n Ark6devich's steps, taking them to be the
distant tramp of horses, heard the gristly sound produced
by the breaking of a corner of the rooty knolls on which
he was stepping, mistaking this sound for the flight of a
snipe. He also heard not far behind him a splashing in
the water, of which he could not give himself any account.
Choosing a spot for his foot, he moved up toward the
It was not a snipe, but a woodcock, that the dog scared
up. Levin raised his gun, but just as he was aiming that
sound of splashing in the water was increased and came
nearer, and to it was added the sound of Vesl6vski's voice
shouting something in a strange and loud manner. Levin
saw that he was aiming too far behind the woodcock, but
nevertheless fired.
When he convinced himself that he had missed the
bird, he turned back and saw that the horses with the
carriage were no longer on the road, but in the swamp.
Wishing to see the shooting, Vesl6vski had driven the
horses into the swamp, from which he could not extricate
"What the devil brought him here ?" Levin muttered,
returning to the stalled vehicle. Why did you drive
here ?" he said dryly to Vesl6vski. Calling up the coach-
man, he began to take out the horses.
Levin was annoyed because he was being bothered,
during his shooting, and because the horses were stalled,
but more particularly, because neither Stepnd ArkAdevich
nor Vesl6vski, who had not the slightest idea about the
harness, helped him to unhitch the horses and get them
out. He did not reply to VAsenka's assurances that it was
quite dry there, but kept working with the coachman to
get the horses out. But later, when he warmed up to the
work and saw with what zeal Vesl6vski was tugging at


the wing of the vehicle, so that he even pulled it off, he
reproached himself because, under the influence of his
feeling of the day before, he was too cold to Vesl6vski,
and so he tried to atone for his brusqueness by being
unusually amiable to him. When everything was straight-
ened out and the vehicles were brought back to the road,
Levin ordered the lunch to be taken out.
Bon appetite bonne conscience Ce poulet va tomber
jusqu'au fond de mes bottes," Vesl6vski, who had again
cheered up, quoted the French saying, as he was finishing
his second pullet. "Now our calamities are over; now
everything will go well. Only, as a punishment for what
I have done, I shall have to sit on the box. Am I right ?
Eh? No, no, I am Automedon. You will see how I
shall drive you !" he said, without letting the lines out of
his hands, when Levin asked him to turn them over to
the coachman. "No, I must expiate my guilt, and I am
quite comfortable on the box." And he drove on.
Levin was rather afraid that he would wear out the
horses, especially the left chestnut, whom he did not
know how to manage; but he involuntarily submitted to
his merriment, and listened to the romances which he,
sitting on the box, kept singing all the way up, or to the
stories and the mimic representations of how one must
drive in English fashion, four-in-hand; and after their
breakfast they reached the Gv6zdevo bog in the happiest
frame of mind.

VASENKA had been driving the horses so fast that they
came to the bog too early, when it was still hot.
As they came near to the considerable bog, the chief
aim of their journey, Levin involuntarily was thinking
of how to get rid of VWsenka and walk off undisturbed.
Step6n Ark6devich evidently had the same desire, and on
his face Levin saw the expression of anxiety, which a
real hunter always has before the beginning of a chase,
and of a certain good-natured cunning, which was char-
acteristic of him.
How are we going to walk? The bog is fine, I see,
and there are some hawks here," said Stepan Arkadevich,
pointing to two large birds that were circling above the
reeds. "Where there are hawks, there certainly is also
some game."
"Well, you see, gentlemen," said Levin, pulling up his
boots with a slightly gloomy expression on his face, and
examining the caps on his gun. Do you see those
reeds?" He pointed to a dark green island in an im-
mense, wet, half-mowed meadow, on the right side of the
river. "The bog begins here, directly in front of us,-
you see where it looks green. From here it goes to the
right, where the horses are walking; over there are the
knolls, and snipes are there; then around this reed island
as far as that elder-tree and the mill. Over there where
the water is standing, that is the best place. There I
once killed seventeen woodcocks. We shall scatter in


various directions with the two dogs, and shall meet again
at the mill."
Well, who goes to the right, and who to the left ?"
asked StepAn Arkadevich. "It is broader to the right, so
you walk together, and I will go to the left," he said,
apparently without any thought.
Very well! We shall get ahead of him. Well, come,
come, come!" broke in Vasenka.
Levin could not help but give his assent, and they
The moment they entered the bog, both dogs began to
scent and made for the moor. Levin knew what that
cautious and indefinite search of LAska's meant; he knew
also the spot, and was expecting a flock of woodcocks.
"Vesl6vski, walk beside me, beside me !" he muttered,
in trepidation, to his companion, who was splashing be-
hind him, and the direction of whose gun, after the acci-
dental discharge in the K61pen swamp, instinctively
interested Levin.
No, I will not incommode you! Don't think of me!"
But Levin involuntarily thought of Kitty's words, as
she had dismissed him, "Look out and don't shoot each
other !" The dogs came nearer and nearer, passing each
other, each of them on a separate scent; the expectancy
was so great that the smacking of the heel, as it pulled
out of a boggy place, appeared to Levin as the cry of a
woodcock, and he grasped his gun and pressed the butt
against him.
"Bang! Bang!" it resounded above his very ears.
Visenka had fired at a flock of ducks that were circling
over the bog, and that had made their appearance unpro-
pitiously for the hunters. Before Levin had a chance to
look around, a woodcock whirred in the air, a second, a
third, and eight more rose from the ground.
Stepan Arkadevich brought one down the very mo-
ment he was beginning on his zigzags, and the woodcock


fell like a clump into the swamp. Obl6nski leisurely
trained his gun on a second, which was flying low toward
the reeds, and, at the same time that the shot rang out,
this woodcock, too, fell, and could be seen leaping out
of the mowed reed-plot, flapping its unhurt wing, which
was white at the lower surface.
Levin was not so fortunate: he aimed at the first wood-
cock at too close a range, and missed it; he aimed at it
again as it was beginning to rise in the air, but just
then another flew out from under his feet and distracted
his attention, and he missed again.
While they were loading their guns, another woodcock
rose, and Vesl6vski, who had in the meantime loaded for
the second time, fired two shots of small shot over the
water. Stepan Arkadevich picked up his two woodcocks
and looked at Levin with sparkling eyes.
"Now we shall separate," said Step6n Arkadevich.
Limping a little with his left leg and holding his gun in
readiness and whistling to his dog, he went to one side.
Levin and Vesl6vski went down the other side.
It was always the case with Levin that, if his first
shots were not successful, he grew excited and angry, and
shot badly all day long. It was so on that day. There
turned up a large number of woodcocks. They kept ris-
ing all the time from under the dogs and from under the
hunters' feet, and Levin might have improved; but, the
more he shot, the more did he grow ashamed before Ves-
16vski, who merrily fired in time and out of time, without
killing anything, or getting on that account embarrassed.
Levin was hasty, did not hold out, grew more and more
excited, and reached such a point that he lost all hope of
hitting anything. It looked as though LAska understood
that. She scented with less eagerness, and seemed to
scan the hunters in perplexity and with reproach. Shot
followed after shot. The powder smoke hovered above
the hunters, but in the large, spacious net of the game-


bag there were only three light little woodcocks. And
of these one had been killed by Vesl6vski, and one in com-
mon with him. In the meantime, on the other side of
the bog, were heard Stepan Arkadevich's frequent and, as
Levin thought, significant shots, after nearly each of which
was heard, "Krak, Krak, retrieve!"
This agitated Levin still more. The woodcocks kept
circling all the time above the reeds. The whirring on
the ground and the croaking in the air could be heard
incessantly on all sides; the woodcocks that had been
scared up and were flying about alighted in front of the
hunters. Instead of two hawks, dozens of them were
circling with screeches above the bog. Having tramped
through the greater half of the bog, Levin and Vesl6vski
came out at a spot where the peasant mowings, indicated
in places by tramped down strips, and in others by mowed
rows, abutted in long slips against the reeds. One-half of
these slips were already mowed.
Though he could not hope to find as many birds on
the unmowed plots as on the mowed ground, Levin had
promised Step6n Arkadevich to meet him, and so he went
with his companion over the mowed and the unmowed
Oh, there, hunters !" called out one of the peasants,
who were sitting near an unhitched cart. Come and
take your midday meal with us! Drink some liquor !"
Levin looked around.
Come, never mind!" shouted a jolly bearded peasant
with a red beard, displaying his white teeth in a grin, and
lifting up a shining greenish bottle in the sun.
Qu'est-ce qu'ils disent ?" asked Vesl6vski.
"They are inviting us to drink v6dka with them. No
doubt they have been dividing up the meadows. I should
like to take a drink," Levin said, not without some cun-
ning, hoping that Vesl6vski would be tempted by the
v6dka and would leave him.


"Why do they treat us? "
"They are just having a good time. Truly, go to
them, it will be interesting for you."
Allons, c'est curieux."
Go, go, you will find the road to the mill." Levin
called out to him. He looked back and saw, to his
delight, that Vesl6vski, bending over and stumbling with
his tired feet and holding his gun in his outstretched
hand, was making his way out of the swamp and toward
the peasants.
You, too !" the peasant shouted to Levin. "Never
mind Take a bite of our white loaf!"
Levin wanted very much to drink some v6dka and eat
a piece of bread. He was weak with hunger and felt that
he with difficulty pulled his tottering legs out of the bog,
and for a moment he was in doubt. But his dog stopped.
And immediately all his fatigue was gone, and he pro-
ceeded with ease through the bog. From under his feet
rose a woodcock; he fired his gun and killed it, but
the dog continued to stand still "Go! Another rose
from under the dog. Levin fired his gun. But it was an
unlucky day; he missed and, when he went to recover
the dead woodcock, he could not find it. He crawled
through all the reeds, but LAska did not believe him that
he had killed a bird, and when he sent her to retrieve, she
pretended to be searching, though she did not search at
Even without Vasenka, whom Levin had accused of his
failure, matters did not mend. Here, too, were many
woodcocks, but Levin missed one after another.
The slanting sunbeams were still hot; his garments,
which were wet through and through from the perspira-
tion, stuck to his body ; his left boot, which was full of
water, was heavy and kept making a sucking sound; the
perspiration came down in drops over his face, which was
smeared over with the powder sediment; in his mouth


there was a bitter taste, and in his nose the odour of gun-
powder and of the stagnant pools, and in his ears the in-
cessant smacking of the woodcocks; the barrels could not
be touched, so hot were they; his heart palpitated in
short, rapid beats; his hands trembled from excitement,
and his tired legs stumbled and were tripped up over the
tufts and in the boggy places. Finally, after a shameful
miss, he threw the gun and his hat down on the ground.
Really, I must come to my senses!" he said to him-
self. He picked up his gun and his hat, called Laska up
to his feet, and went out of the bog. When he reached
dry land, he sat down on a mound, took off his boots,
emptied the water from one of them, then walked back to
the swamp, drank from it some water with a rusty taste,
wet the heated barrels, and washed his face and hands.
When he was refreshed, he once more moved up toward
the place where a woodcock had alighted, with the firm
determination of keeping cool.
He wanted to be calm, but it was still the same. His
finger pressed the trigger before he sighted the bird.
Everything went worse and worse.
He had only five birds in his game-bag, when he left the
bog and went up to the elder grove where he was to meet
Stepan Arkddevich.
Before seeing Stepan Arkadevich himself, he espied his
dog. Krak jumped out from under an upturned elder
root. He was all black from the ill-smelling swamp
ooze, and he sniffed at L4ska with the look of a victor.
Behind Krak, in the shade of the elder, appeared Stepan
ArkAdevich's stately figure. He was walking toward
Levin, looking red, and perspiring, and with his collar all
unbuttoned, limping a little as before.
Well ? You have been firing a lot 1" he said, with a
merry smile.
And you ? asked Levin. But there was no need of
asking, for he saw a full game-bag.


"Not bad."
He had fourteen birds.
"A superb bog Vesl6vski, no doubt, was in your
way. It is not very convenient for two persons to hunt
with one dog," said Stepan Ark6devich to detract from
his own triumph.

WHEN Levin and Step6n Arkadevich arrived at the hut
of the peasant, with whom Levin was in the habit of
stopping, Vesl6vski was already there. He was sitting in
the middle of the hut, and, with both hands holding on to
a bench, from which a soldier, the hostess's brother, was
pulling him down, while tugging at his ooze-covered boots,
was laughing his infectious laughter.
I have just come. Is ont itd charmants. Just
think of it! They have fed me and have given me
something to drink. What superb bread! Delicieux!
And the vodka, -I have never drunk any that tasted
better And they would not take any money from me.
They kept saying, 'Make no accounts,' or something
like it."
"Why should they take the money ? They were treat-
ing you, so to speak. You do not suppose that they are
selling v6dka ?" said the soldier, having finally pulled off
the wet boot with the blackened stocking.
In spite of the uncleanliness of the hut, which was
soiled by the hunters' boots and by the dirty dogs that
were licking themselves clean; in spite of the powder
smoke with which they were permeated; and in spite of
the absence of knives and forks, the hunters drank tea
and ate their supper with gusto such as one has only
after a hunt. Having washed and cleaned themselves,
they went into the cleanly swept hay-barn where the
coachmen had prepared beds for the gentlemen.


Though it was getting dark, none of them felt like
sleeping. After some wavering between reminiscences
and stories about the shooting, the dogs, and former
chases, the conversation finally drifted to the theme in
which all were interested. In response to VWsenka's
frequently repeated expressions of delight at the charm
of this manner of passing the night, at the charm of the
broken cart (it appeared broken to him because it was
taken off its front wheels), at the good nature of the peas-
ants, who had filled him with v6dka, at the dogs, which
were lying each at the feet of its master, Obl6nski told
about the joy of hunting on Miltus's estate, where he had
been the summer before. Maltus was a well-known rail-
road magnate. Stepin Ark6devich told of the bogs which
this Mdltus had bought up in the Government of Tver,
of how they were preserved, of the carriages, the dog-
carts, which had taken the hunters there, and of the
lunch-tent which had been pitched near the very bog.
"I cannot understand," said Levin, raising himself on
the hay, how it is these people do not disgust you. I
understand that a lunch with Lafitte is very agreeable,
but are you not disgusted with precisely that kind of
luxury ? All these people, like our former monopolists,
make money in such a manner that they earn the con-
tempt of everybody, and pay no attention to this con-
tempt, but later with their dishonest gains wipe out the
former contempt."
Quite true !" broke in VAsenka Vesl6vski. "Quite
true! Of course, Obl6nski does it from bonhonie, but
others say,' Obl6nski goes to see him' "
"Not at all," Levin saw that Obl6nski was smiling
while saying this. "I simply do not consider him more
dishonest than any rich merchant or nobleman. All of
them have earned their wealth by labour and cleverness."
Yes, but by what labour? Do you call it labour to
get a concession and sell it to somebody else ?"


Of course it is. It is labour because if it were not
for him, or others like them, we should not have any
"But it is not the same kind of labour as that of a
peasant or a scholar."
Granted, but it still is labour in consideration of the
fact that his activity gives results, railways. But you
find that the railways are useless."
"No, that is a different question; I am willing to con-
cede that they are useful. But every acquisition which
is not proportionate to the labour employed is dishonest."
But who will determine the proportion?"
"The acquisition by dishonest labour, by cunning,"
said Levin, feeling that he was unable clearly to deter-
mine the line between what was honest and what dishon-
est. "Like the acquisition of the banking-houses," he
continued. It is an evil, this acquisition of enormous
fortunes without labour, just as was the case with the
monopolies, only the form is changed. Le roi est mort,
vive le roi! No sooner have the monopolies been abol-
ished, than the railways and banks have made their
appearance: it is again acquisition of wealth without
Yes, that may all be true and ingenious Down,
Krak 1" Stepan Arkddevich shouted to his dog, who was
scratching himself and turning over all the hay. He was
evidently convinced of the justice of his theme, and so
spoke calmly and leisurely. "But you have not deter-
mined the line between honest and dishonest labour. Is
it dishonesty for me to receive a greater salary than my
manager gets, though he knows the business better
than I?"
"I do not know."
Well, then I will tell you: your getting for your
labour in the farm, say, five thousand roubles of surplus,
while our independent peasant gets no more than fifty, no


matter how much he works, is just as dishonest as my
getting more than my manager, and as MAltus's getting
more than a yardmasterr. On the contrary, I see a cer-
tain inimical, unfounded sentiment in this relation of
society to these men, and it seems to me that envy "
No, that is not so," said Vesl6vski. "There can be
no envy in it, but there is something dirty in this whole
"Pardon me," continued Levin, "you say that it is
unjust for me to get five thousand, while a peasant gets
only fifty: that is true. It is unjust, and I feel it,
That is really so. Why do we eat, drink, hunt, do
nothing, while he is eternally working ?" said Vsenka
Vesl6vski, who evidently thought of it now for the first
time, and so said itfquite sincerely.
"Yes, you feel it, but you do not give him your estate,"
said Stepan Arkadevich, as though on purpose, in order to
tease Levin.
Of late a secret, hostile relation had established itself
between the two brothers-in-law, as though, since their
having married sisters, a rivalry had arisen between them
as to who had arranged his life better, and now this hos-
tility found its expression in the conversation which was
beginning to assume a personal shade.
I am not giving it up because no one demands it of
me; and if even I wanted to give away, I could not do
so," replied Levin, and there is nobody to give it to."
"Give it to that peasant, he will not refuse it."
"Yes, but how shall I give it to him ? Shall I go and
make out a bill of sale to him ?"
I do not know; but if you are convinced, you have
no right "
I am not at all convinced. On the contrary, I feel
that I have no right to give it away, and that I have
duties to the land and to my family."


"Excuse me: if you regard this inequality as unjust,
why do you not act accordingly ?"
I do, but only negatively, in the sense that I will not
try to increase that difference of position, which exists
between him and me."
You must pardon me, but that is a paradox."
"It is rather a piece of sophistry," Vesl6vski confirmed
him. Oh, landlord !" he said to the peasant who, mak-
ing the door creak, entered the barn. Aren't you asleep
yet ?"
"What sleep! I was thinking that the gentlemen were
sleeping, and there I heard them talk. I have to fetch a
sickle from here. Won't she bite?" he added, stepping
carefully with his bare feet.
"Where will you sleep?"
"We are going out to watch the horses."
"Oh, what a night !" said Vesl6vski, who was looking,
through the large frame of the open door, at the edge of
the hut and of the unhitched line carriage. Listen,
some women are singing, and truly it is not bad. Who
is singing there, landlord ?"
The manorial girls, near by."
"Come, let us take a walk We won't fall asleep, any-
way. Obl6nski, come !"
"How nice it would be if I could remain lying and go
at the same time," Obl6nski replied, stretching himself.
" It is fine to lie down."
"Well, I will go by myself," Vesl6vski said, getting up
with a start, and putting on his boots. If it is jolly, I
will come after you. You have treated me to venison
and I will not forget you."
He is a fine fellow, don't you think so ?" said
Obl6nski, after Vesl6vski had left and the peasant had
shut the door after him.
Yes, a fine fellow," replied Levin, continuing to think
of the subject of their recent conversation. It seemed to


him that he had expressed his ideas and feelings as clearly
as possible, and yet both of them, intelligent and sincere
men, said that he consoled himself with sophistry. That
made him dejected.
"Yes, yes, my friend. One or the other: either you
acknowledge that the present social order is just, and then
you defend your rights, or else you acknowledge that you
are enjoying unjust privileges, just as I am doing, and
you enjoy them with pleasure."
"No, if it were unjust, you would not be able to enjoy
those privileges, at least I would not be able to. For me
it is most important to feel that I am not guilty."
Well, what do you think, had we not better go ?" said
Stepin Arkadevich, who evidently was getting tired of
that mental strain. We shall not fall asleep anyway.
Truly, let us go!"
Levin made no reply. The remark which he had
dropped during his conversation, which was that he acted
justly only in a negative sense, interested him. Is it
possible that one can be just only in a negative sense ?"
he asked himself.
How strong the fresh hay smells!" said Stepin
Arkadevich, raising himself a little. "I sha'n't fall
asleep at all. Visenka is up to something there. Do
you hear the laughter and his voice ? Had we not better
go ? Come."
No, I will not go," replied Levin.
"Are you doing this, too, from principle ?" Stepan
Arkidevich said, smiling and looking in the dark for his
"Not from principle, but why should I go ?"
"You know you will have trouble yet," said Stepin
Arkadevich, having found his cap, and getting up.
"Why ?"
"Don't I see how you are placing yourself before your
wife ? I heard how it was a question of prime impor-


tance with you whether you could go away for two days
on a hunt, or not. All that is very nice as an idyl, but
it will not last for a lifetime. A man must be independ-
ent, he has his male interests. A man must be manly,"
said Obl6nski, opening the door.
That is, you mean, to go and court manorial girls?"
asked Levin.
Why not, if it is jolly ? Ca ne tire pas & consequence.
My wife will not be the worse for it. Above all, keep
the sanctity of your house! Let there be nothing in
your house But don't let your hands be tied "
Perhaps," Levin said, dryly, turning around on his
side. "To-morrow we have to go early, and I will not
wake anybody, but will start out at daybreak."
Messieurs, venez vite !" was heard the voice of Ves-
16vski, who had returned. Charmante! I have dis-
covered her. Charmante A real Gretchen, and we are
acquainted already. Really, she is exceedingly nice!"
he was saying with an approving look, as though she were
made so pretty for his especial benefit and he were satis-
fied with the one who had prepared her for him.
Levin pretended to be asleep, and Obl6nski put on his
slippers, lighted a cigar, and left the barn, and soon their
voices died down entirely.
Levin could not sleep for a long time. He heard his
horses chewing the hay, then the peasant and his eldest
son getting ready and going away to watch the horses;
then he heard the soldier lying down to sleep in another
part of the barn with his nephew, the peasant's young
son; he heard the boy in a thin voice communicating to
his uncle his impression about the dogs, who appeared
to him enormous and terrible; and the boy asking him
whom these dogs were going to catch, and the soldier
answering him in a hoarse and sleepy voice that on the
morrow the hunters would take them to the swamp and
would fire off their guns, and his saying later, in order to


get rid of the boy's questions, Sleep, V6ska, sleep, or look
out!" Then he began to snort, and everything became
quiet; all that could be heard was the neighing of the
horses and the croaking of the woodcocks. Only nega-
tively ? he thought. "What of it ? It is not my fault."
And he began to think of the next day.
I will go early in the morning, and I promise myself
not to get excited. There is a mass of woodcocks here.
And there are some snipes. When I come back I shall
find a note from Kitty. Yes, Stiva is probably right:
I am not manly with her, I have become too much of a
woman But what is to be done ? Again negatively !"
Through his sleep he heard Stepin Arkadevich's and
Vesl6vski's conversation. He opened his eyes for a
moment; the moon had risen, and they stood talking at
the open door, brightly illuminated by the moonlight.
Stepan Arkadevich was saying something about the fresh-
ness of the girl, comparing her with a newly opened hazel-
nut, and Vesl6vski, laughing his infectious laugh, was
repeating the words, which apparently a peasant had told
him, Strive after yours as much as you can !"
Levin muttered through his sleep:
"Gentlemen, to-morrow at daybreak!" and he fell


WHEN Levin awoke at early dawn, he tried to wake
his companions. Vdsenka was lying on his belly and,
stretching out one of his stockinged feet, slept so soundly
that it was impossible to get any reply from him.
Obl6nski, half-asleep, declined to go so early. Even
Laska, who, rolled up in a ring, was sleeping at the edge
of the hay, got up reluctantly, and indolently, one after
another, stretched and spread her hind legs. Levin put
on his boots and took his gun, and, cautiously opening
the squeaky barn door, went out into the open. The
coachmen were sleeping near the vehicles; the horses
were drowsing. Only one of them was lazily eating oats,
scattering them with its muzzle in the trough. The light
was still gray.
Why did you get up so early, my dear one?" the
hostess, who came out of the hut, said to him in a friendly
tone, as to a good, old acquaintance.
"To go out hunting, aunty. Can I get through here to
the swamp ?"
By the back way, past our threshing-floors, dear man,
and over the hemp slips; there is a path there."
Walking carefully with her sunburnt bare feet, the old
woman accompanied Levin and threw back the gate at the
"Through here you will stalk straight into the swamp.
Our boys drove there last night."
LIska ran merrily ahead on the path; Levin followed
her with rapid, light steps, looking all the time at the
sky. He did not want the sun to get up before he


reached the bog. But the sun was not tardy. The
moon, which had been shining, as the sun was rising,
now gleamed only like a piece of quicksilver; the morn-
ing star, which one could not help seeing before, now had
to be searched for; what before were indefinite spots on
the distant field now were clearly visible. Those were
the rye-ricks. The dew in the tall fragrant hemp, from
which the sterile stalks had been removed, was invisible
in the dim light and drenched Levin's feet and blouse
above his belt. In the transparent stillness of the morn-
ing could be heard the minutest sounds. A bee flew past
Levin's ear, like the whistling of a bullet. He looked at
it, and saw a second and a third. They were all flying
out from a bee-keeper's yard, and over the hemp-field dis-
appeared in the direction of the bog.
The path led directly to the swamp. The swamp could
be told by the evaporations which rose from it more or
less densely, so that the reeds and the willow bushes
swayed in this mist like little islands. At the edge of
the swamp and of the road were lying boys and peasants,
who had been watching the herd at night, and were now
at daybreak sleeping under their caftans. Near by three
hobbled horses were walking around. One of these pro-
duced a grating sound with its iron fetters. Liska walked
beside her master, begging to be let go ahead, and looking
around. After passing the sleeping peasants and reach-
ing the first swampy spot, Levin examined the caps and
let his dog go. One of the horses, a well-fed dun three-
year-old colt, shied at the sight of the dog and, raising its
tail, snorted. The other horses, too, were frightened and,
splashing in the water with their hobbled feet, and pro-
ducing a clapping sound with their hoofs as they pulled
them out of the sticky clay, began to jump about in the
swamp. Liska stopped, looking sarcastically at the horses
and interrogatively at Levin. Levin patted L6ska and
whistled as a sign that she might begin.


Laska ran merrily and anxiously over the bog, which
sagged beneath her feet.
After running into the swamp, Laska immediately
scented, amidst the familiar odours of roots, swamp
plants, chalybeate water, and the strange odour of horse
dung, the odour of those birds, those most strongly scented
birds, which was disseminated throughout the place, and
which agitated her most. Here and there, among the
moss and swamp sage, the scent was particularly strong,
but it was not possible to determine in what direction it
grew stronger, or weaker. To find the direction, it was
necessary to go farther under the wind. Without feeling
the motion of her feet, Laska in a strained gallop, so that
at any leap she might stop, if the necessity for it should
arise, ran to the right, away from the early breeze which
was blowing from the east, and turned to the wind. In-
haling the air with her dilated nostrils, she felt at once that
before her were not only the traces, but they themselves,
and not merely one, but many. Laska checked the rapid-
ity of her motion. They were there, but she could not
yet decide where. To find that place, she began to circle,
when suddenly her master's voice diverted her attention.
"Lska, here!" he said, pointing to the other side.
She stopped, asking him whether it would not be
better to do what she was about. But he repeated the
command in an angry voice, pointing to a tufty place
under water, where there could not be anything. She
obeyed him, pretending to be on the trail, in order to give
him pleasure, ran through all the knolls, and returned to
her former place, where she scented them again. Now
that he was not disturbing her, she knew what to do and,
without looking underfoot, and angrily stumbling over the
high knolls and falling into the water, but immediately
getting up again on her strong, flexible legs, she began the
circle, which was to explain everything to her.
Their scent struck her more and more strongly, and


more and more definitely, and it suddenly became clear to
her that one of them was there, behind that knoll, within
five steps of her, and she stopped stark-still. On her low
legs she could see nothing ahead of her, but she knew by
the scent that he was not more than five feet away. She
stood there, scenting the bird more and more, and enjoying
her expectation. Her strained tail was stretched out and
shook only at its very end. Her mouth was feebly opened,
her ears pricked. One of her ears had turned in a little
while running, and she breathed heavily but cautiously,
and more cautiously still looked back at her master, not
so much with her head, as with her eyes. He, with his
familiar face, but always terrible eyes, was stumbling over
the knolls, walking with unusual slowness, as she thought,
though in reality he was running fast.
When Levin observed that peculiar search of LAska's,
during which she almost bent down to the ground and
with her hind legs seemed to be making long strides,
and slightly opened her mouth, he knew that she was
scenting snipes, and so he inwardly prayed to have success,
especially with the first bird, and ran up to her. When
he came in touch with her, he began to look ahead of him
from his height, and saw with his eyes what she perceived
with her nose. In a lane between the knolls, at the dis-
tance of one fathom, could be seen a snipe. It had its
head turned and was listening. Then it barely opened
and again folded its wings and, with an awkward twist of
its back, disappeared around a corner.
"Go, go!" exclaimed Levin, pushing LAska in her
But I cannot go," thought Laska. "Where shall I go ?
From here I scent them, but if I move ahead, I shall not
make out where they are or what they are." But he
pushed her with his knee and kept saying in an agitated
whisper, Go, Liska, go !"
Well, if he wants it, I will do so, but now I am no


longer responsible for myself," she thought, darting at the
fastest gallop between the knolls. She no longer scented
anything, and only saw and heard, without understanding
a thing.
Within ten paces of the former spot, a snipe rose, with
its deep cracking and with the peculiar hollow sound of its
wings. Immediately after the shot was fired, it flapped
heavily with its white breast against the wet ground.
Another, without waiting for the dog, rose behind
When Levin turned around for it, it-was a distance
away. But the shot fetched it. The second snipe flew
about twenty paces, rose straight up in the air and, rolling
over and over, like a ball which is thrown up, fell heavily
on a dry spot.
"This will be business I" thought Levin, putting into
his game-bag the warm, fat double-snipes. "Eh, Laska,
will it be business?"
When Levin reloaded his gun and moved on, the sun,
though still invisible behind little clouds, had already
risen. The moon had lost all its splendour and shone
white in the sky, like a cloudlet; not one star could be
seen now. The puddles, which before had looked silvery
in the dew, now appeared golden. The chalybeate pools
were of the colour of amber. The grass, bluish before,
assumed a yellowish green hue. The swamp birds were
bustling near the brook in the bushes which gleamed with
their dew and cast long shadows. A hawk was awake,
sitting on a rick, shaking its head from side to side, and
looking discontentedly at the bog. The jackdaws were fly-
ing in the field, and a barefoot boy was already driving
the horses up to the old man, who was getting up from
underneath his caftan, and scratching himself. The smoke
from the shots lay milk-white on the verdure of the
One of the boys came running up to Levin.


Uncle, there were ducks here yesterday !" he shouted
to him, following him from a distance.
And it gave Levin double pleasure to kill one after an-
other three woodcocks, in the presence of that boy.


THE hunter's sign that if the first game has not been
missed, the chase will be propitious, proved true.
Tired, hungry, happy, Levin at about ten o'clock in the
morning, after having walked something like thirty versts,
returned to his quarters, with nineteen small birds and
one duck, which he stuck in his belt, as it could not be
crammed into the game-bag. His companions had been
up for a long time and, feeling hungry, had had their
breakfast. '
"Wait, wait, I know that there are nineteen," said
Levin, for the second time counting the woodcocks and
snipes, which no longer had the same significance as when
they first flew up, and which now were twisted and dried
up, with clotted blood and heads turned sidewise.
The count was correct, and StepAn Arkidevich's envy
gave Levin pleasure. Another thing that gave him pleas-
ure was that upon returning to the quarters he found the
messenger which Kitty had sent to him with a note.
"I am quite well and happy. If you are worried
about me you may be even more at your ease than ever.
I have a new body-guard, Marya Vlasevna" (that was
the midwife, a new, important person in Levin's domes-
tic life). "She came to see how I am. Found me quite
well, and we have kept her until your return. All are
happy and well, and don't you hurry back, but, if the
hunting is good, stay another day."
These two joys, the successful hunt and the note
from his wife, were so great that two small unpleasant


incidents, which occurred after the hunt, passed lightly
for Levin. One of these was that, the chestnut off horse,
which had evidently been overworked the day before, was
not eating anything and looked gloomy. The coachman
said that it was overstrained.
The horse was driven too hard yesterday, Konstantin
Dmitrievich," he said. Why, we drove ten versts across
The other unpleasantness, which at first impaired his
happy frame of mind, but over which he later laughed a
great deal, was that of all the provisions, of which, it had
seemed, Kitty had given them a sufficiency to last for a
whole week, nothing was left. As Levin was returning
home weary and hungry, he dreamed so definitely about
the patties, that, upon approaching the hut, he smelled
them and tasted them in his mouth, just as Liska scented
the game, and immediately ordered Filipp to give him
some. It turned out that all the patties, and even all the
chickens, were gone.
"What an appetite !" Stepin Arkadevich said, smiling,
pointing to Vasenka Vesl6vski. "I myself am not suffer-
ing from a lack of appetite, but his is marvellous -"
"What is to be done ?" said Levin, looking gloomily at
Vesl6vski. "Filipp, let me have some beef 1 "
The beef has all been eaten up, and the bones were
given to the dogs," replied Filipp.
Levin was so annoyed that he said in anger:
"If they had only left me something!" and he felt
like crying.
"Draw a few birds," he said in a trembling voice to
Filipp, trying not to look at Vasenka, and put on some
nettles. And ask them to let me have some milk."
Only after he had had his fill of milk did he become
ashamed of having shown such temper to a stranger, and
begin to laugh at his rage of hunger.
In the evening they went out again, and Vesl6vski


killed a number of birds, and in the night they returned
On the way back they were as jolly as they had been
coming out. Vesl6vski now sang, now joyfully recalled
his experience with the peasants, who had treated him to
v6dka and had told him, Make no accounts," and now
spoke of the incident in the night with the hazelnuts and
the manorial girls, and with the peasant, who asked him
whether he was married, and, hearing that he was not,
said, Don't ogle other men's wives, but try as hard as
you can to get one of your own !" These words amused
Vesl6vski more than anything else.
I am, in general, exceedingly pleased with our journey.
And you, Levin ?"
I am very well satisfied," Levin said, sincerely. It
gave him especial pleasure not to feel that enmity which
he had experienced at home against Visenka Vesl6vski,
but, on the contrary, to be most amicably disposed to him.


ON the following day, at ten o'clock, Levin after hav-
ing made the round of his farm, knocked at the door of
the room in which Visenka had been sleeping.
Entrez," Vesl6vski called out to him. "You will par-
don me, I have just finished my ablutions," he said
with a smile, standing before him in his underwear.
Please, don't feel embarrassed !" Levin seated himself
at the window. "Did you sleep well ?"
"Like one dead. And what kind of a day is this for
hunting ? "
What do you drink, tea or coffee ?"
"Neither the one nor the other. I eat breakfast. I am
really ashamed. The ladies, I suppose, are already up. It
is nice to take a walk now. Show me your horses !"
After walking through the garden, visiting the stable,
and even practising together on parallel bars, Levin re-
turned home with his guest, and with him entered the
We have had a fine hunt, and how many impressions!"
said Vesl6vski, walking over to Kitty, who was sitting at
the samovar. "What a pity that ladies are deprived of
that pleasure!"
Well, he has to talk to the lady of the house Levin
said to himself. He thought again that there was some-
thing in the smile, in that victorious expression, with
which the guest turned to Kitty -
The princess, who was sitting at the other end of the


table with Marya Vlisevna and Step6n Arkadevich, called
up Levin and began to talk with him about moving to Mos-
Scow for Kitty's childbirth, and of preparing quarters
there. Just as all the preparations for the wedding had
been disagreeable to Levin, because by their pettiness they
offended the grandeur of what was taking place, so he
was now even more offended by the preparations for the
coming childbirth, the time of which they seemed to be
figuring out on their fingers. He had tried all the time
not to listen to all that talk about the proper method of
swaddling the future baby; he had tried to turn away so
as not to see those mysterious endless crocheted strips,
those linen triangles, to which Dolly ascribed a special
significance, and so forth. The occasion of the birth of a
son (he was convinced that it would be a son), which he
was promised, but in which he nevertheless could not be-
lieve, it seemed so extraordinary, presented itself to
him, on the one hand, as such an enormous and, therefore,
impossible happiness, and, on the other, as such a myste-
rious event that this imaginary knowledge of what would
happen, and the consequent preparations, as for something
usual and foreseen by people, appeared to him provoking
and debasing.
But the princess did not understand his feelings and
interpreted that reluctance of his to think and speak as
levity and indifference, and so gave him no rest. She
commissioned Stepdn Arkadevich to find quarters, and
now called up Levin.
"I know nothing, princess. Do as you please," he said.
"It has to be decided when you will go to Moscow."
"Really, I do not know. I know that millions of chil-
dren are born without Moscow and without doctors -
why "
If so -"
No, as Kitty wants it."
"We can't speak to Kitty about it. Do you want me


to frighten her? This spring Natilya Golitsyn died as
the result of having a poor accoucheur."
"As you say, so will I do," he said, gloomily.
The princess began to talk to him, but he was not
listening to her. Though the conversation with the
princess annoyed him, he became gloomy, not as the
result of the conversation, but at what he saw at the sa-
"No, that won't do," he thought, looking now and then
at Visenka, who was bending over to Kitty and talking to
her with his pretty smile, and at Kitty herself, who was
blushing and looked agitated.
There was something impure in Visenka's pose, in his
glance, in his smile. Levin even saw something impure in
Kitty's pose and glance. And again the light went out
in his eyes. Again, as yesterday, he suddenly, without any
transition, felt himself cast down from the height of hap-
piness, peace, dignity, into the abyss of despair, malice,
and humiliation. Again everybody and everything was
loathsome to him.
"Do just as you please, princess," he said again, looking
The cap of Monomachos weighs heavily on the head !"
Stepan Arkddevich said, jestingly, to him, apparently
hinting not only at the conversation with the princess,
but also at the cause of Levin's agitation, which he had
observed. How late you are to-day, Dolly! "
All rose to greet D6rya Aleks6ndrovna. Vasenka got
up for but a moment and, with a lack of civility to the
ladies, characteristic of the modern young men, barely
bowed to her, and again continued his conversation and
laughed at something.
MAsha has worn me out. She did not sleep well, and
is dreadfully fussy to-day," said Dolly.
The conversation which Vasenka had struck up with
Kitty was running on the subject of the day before, on


Anna and on whether love could stand higher than the
conditions of society. To Kitty this conversation was
disagreeable, and she was agitated both by its contents
and by the tone in which it was carried on, and especially
because she knew how it would affect her husband. But
she was too simple and innocent to know how to put a
stop to this talk, or even how to conceal the external
pleasure which was afforded to her by the evident atten-
tion paid her by this young man. She wanted to put an
end to the conversation, but she did not know what to do.
No matter what she might do, she knew, would be noticed
by her husband, and everything would get a bad inter-
pretation. And indeed, when she asked Dolly what the
matter was with Masha, and Vasenka, waiting for this
uninteresting conversation to come to an end, started to
look with indifference at Dolly, that question appeared
to Levin as an unnatural, contemptible ruse.
"Well, shall we go to-day after mushrooms?" asked
"Let us go, please, and I will go with you," said Kitty,
with a blush. She wanted to be polite to Vdsenka and
ask him whether he would go too, but did not put that
question. Where are you going, Konstantin ? she asked
her husband with a guilty look, just as he was walking
by her with determined steps. That guilty look confirmed
all his suspicions.
"While I was away the machinist came, and I have
not yet seen him," he said, without looking at Vasenka.
He went down-stairs, but had not yet left the cabinet
when he heard the familiar footsteps of his wife, who was
walking with heedless rapidity toward him.
What is it? he said to her, dryly. "We are busy."
"Excuse me," she turned to the German machinist, "I
have to say a few words to my husband."
The German wanted to leave, but Levin said to him:
Don't trouble yourself !"


"The train goes at three ?" asked the German. "I
should not like to miss it."
Levin made no reply to him, and himself went out
with his wife.
Well, what have you to tell me ?" he said, in French.
He was not looking at her face and did not wish to
see that she in her position was trembling with her whole
face and had a pitiful, crushed appearance.
"I I want to say that it is impossible to live thus,
that it is a torture she muttered.
The people are in the buffet-room," he said, angrily.
"Please make me no scenes!"
"Well, let us go there!"
They were standing in a passage-room. Kitty wanted
to go into the neighboring room, but there the English
governess was teaching TAnya.
"Well, let us go into the garden !"
In the garden they met a peasant, who was cleaning a
path. And, without thinking of the fact that the peasant
saw her tearful and his agitated face, without thinking
that they had the aspect of people who were escaping from
some calamity, they walked ahead with rapid steps, feel-
ing that they had to unburden their hearts and wake each
other up, be left alone, and thus free themselves from the
suffering which they were experiencing.
"It is impossible to live thus! It is a torment that I
am suffering, and that you are suffering. What for ?" she
said, when at last they had reached a lonely bench, at
the corner of a linden avenue.
Tell me this much: was there in his tone anything
indecent, impure, debasingly terrible ?" he said, standing
before her with his fist on his breast, in the same posture
that he had taken up that night before her.
"There was," she said, with a trembling voice. But,
Konstantin, don't you see that I am not guilty ? I wanted
to assume such a tone ever since morning, but those peo-


ple Why did he come? How happy we were she
said, choking with the sobs that convulsed her whole
plump body.
The gardener saw, though nothing had been driving
them and there was nothing to run away from, and
though nothing particularly cheerful could have been
found on the bench, the gardener saw that they were
returning home, past him, with pacified, beaming faces.

AFTER taking his wife up-stairs, Levin went to Dolly's
apartments. Darya AleksAndrovna, for her part, was very
much chagrined on that day. She was walking up and
down in the room and talking angrily to the little girl
who was standing in the corner and screaming.
You will stand in the corner the whole day, and you
will eat your dinner by yourself, and you won't be allowed
to see a single doll, and I will not make you a new dress,"
she was saying, not knowing what other punishment to
find for her.
"Yes, she is a bad girl!" she turned to Levin. "I
wonder where she gets those nasty habits ?"
What has she done ?" Levin asked, quite indifferently,
for he wanted to consult her about his own affair, and
was annoyed to have come at such an unpropitious time.
She and Grisha went to pick raspberries and there -
I cannot even tell you what she did there. You will be
sorry for Miss Elliot a thousand times over. She does
not look at anything,- a machine. Figurez-vous que la
petite- "
And Dirya AleksAndrovich told him of Misha's crime.
"That does not prove anything; those are not at all bad
habits, it is simply naughtiness," Levin quieted her
But you look out of sorts. What do you wish of
me ?" Dolly asked. "What is going on there ?"
And in the tone of that question Levin heard that it


would be easy for him to tell her what it was his intention
to say to her.
"I was not there: I was alone with Kitty in the gar-
den. We have had the second quarrel since Stiva has
been here."
Dolly looked at him with her intelligent, understanding
Tell me, your hand on your heart, was there -
not in Kitty, but in that gentleman, a tone which might
be disagreeable, not disagreeable but terrible, insulting to
a husband ? "
"That is, how shall I tell you Stand, stand in the
corner!" she turned to Misha, who, observing a faint
smile on her mother's face, had turned around a little.
" The opinion of the world would be that he was behaving
like all young men. II fait la cour a une june et jolie
femme, and a man of the world has only to be flattered
by it."
Yes, yes," Levin said, gloomily, but did you notice
"Not only I, but Stiva, too, has. He told me after
tea: Je crois que Vesl6vski fait un petit bring de cour &
Kitty.' "
Very well, -now I am calm. I will drive him
away," said Levin.
What are you saying ? Are you crazy ?" Dolly ex-
claimed, in fright. "Konstantin, come to your senses !"
she said, laughing. "Well, you may go to Fanny now,"
she said to M6sha. "If you want me to, I will tell Stiva.
He will take him away. We could say that you are
expecting guests. He is altogether not in keeping with
our house."
No, no, I will myself -"
But you will only quarrel ?"
"Not at all. It will be so much fun for me," Levin
said, with his eyes a-sparkle. "Pardon her, Dolly! She

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